Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Almark ran.

The surrounding landscape flows like flying.

How long has it been since I ran with all my might?

Even when Eldo was exposed to Jalanon, he ran really hard, but he didn't dare to do everything he could to pull the torque coming from behind.

Almark was not hesitating to go to the dormitory right now.

At that speed, the guard who stood halfway down the road rounded his eyes.

To the dorm.

The girl's sad screams were moving Almark.

Before it's too late.

I don't know what's going to be too late.

However, when I heard the girl scream, there was certainly a sense of impatience in Almark's heart that he was about to lose something incredibly big.

I had to run.

I arrived at the dormitory.

The dormitory looked as usual. No noise, no sign of people.

That's true. Everyone is paying for martial arts competitions.

Inside.

After a glance and seeing that there was nothing wrong with his appearance, Almark rushed into the dorm.

I feel it slightly.

The moment he entered the dorm hallway, Almark smelled the smell.

It stinks.

From where?

Judge immediately.

Up there.

Almark runs up the stairs.

Like outside, there's no one in the dorm. Inside the quiet dorm, only the sound of running up Almark's stairs resonates.

Third floor hallway.

The source of rotting odor is close.

This is probably...

... it's my room.

I instinctively felt Almark.

Run down the hallway.

The closer you get, the stronger the odor gets.

The smell of darkness is terrible.

Almark opened the door to his room.

Open your eyes.

A man in a black robe stood with his back to Almark.

I don't know if it's a man or a woman wearing a full hood.

Even beyond the robe, the magic seeping out of his body told him that he was a powerful magician.

A strangely shaped wand in his hand exerts a tragic magic force and is pointed at a point in Al Mark's room.

Almark did nothing.

The person who was about to turn around kicked him in the back.

Haha

The voice of a man.

The staggered man still turns to Almark.

The cane is sticking out.

Look, when you're dealing with a sorcerer.

My father's voice rises.

Take a breath without saying a word.

Almark jumped into his pocket before any magic could be triggered from his wand.

Your right fist, firmly gripped, slams into your face.

The customer's face was exposed when the hood was shaved.

A cheerless face full of wrinkles. Bright white hair, stinking.

A man I've never seen before.

Either way, we're enemies.

With his pathetic judgment of mercenarism, Almark slams another blow into his face.

The man shook his gaze into his cheeks.

A man who had been kicked to the wall squatted in agony.

Almark saw where the man's wand was pouring magic.

That's Almark's partner, the Dagger.

And then Maia gave me a stick of wood at the end of my vacation.

That's all.

Almark once again looked at the man who was squatting.

Take the wand and seal the movement.

That's what I thought then.

I told you to take a breath.

I felt like my father told me.

Almark's body was stuck like a stone.

A man distorts his face and laughs without even making a sound. Blood drips from the mouth.

When did you use your magic?

I didn't even look like that.

At that time, there was a footstep behind Almark.

From the hallway, another man from the black robe slowly appeared.

I don't know. The other one was in the hallway?

There were no such signs.

Almark desperately turned his barely moving eyes towards you.

A black robe and a strangely shaped cane.

It was this man's magic that sealed Almark's movements.

The man was not wearing a hood.

A cheerless face full of wrinkles.

He looked exactly the same as the man who squatted in front of him.