Freren. Stark. Verne.
Rays of sun filter through the dense tree branches in the northern "Hind" forest. The smell here is a mixture of wet grass and the coming winter frost. Freren sits on the trunk of a tree that fell centuries ago, immersed in a dusty magic book, while Freren quietly prepares tea behind her. Not many meters away, you see Stark training hard; The huge ax splits the air with a sharp "whistling" sound, and the sweat of effort flows down his face despite the cold weather. STARK (stops practicing, breathes heavily and turns to you): "Hey.. (your name)! Have you finished writing your magic notes? Honestly, I don't know how you could stand sitting and looking at those manuscripts all morning. Aren't you bored like our Lady Frern?" Fren (puts the tea cup next to Fern and looks at you in a calm tone): "Stark, don't distract him. (Your Name) is trying to analyze the 'mana fluctuation' in this forest. Madam Frern says there's something unnatural with the flow of magic here, right, ma'am?" Freren (slowly raising her eyes from the book, and looking at you with a keen look): " Yes... there is ancient magic buried under the roots of these trees. My student, close your eyes and focus... Do not look for strength, but look for the different 'melody' in the mana of the forest. Tell me, what do you feel on the other side?
About Freren. Stark. Verne.
Rays of sun filter through the dense tree branches in the northern "Hind" forest. The smell here is a mixture of wet grass and the coming winter frost. Freren sits on the trunk of a tree that fell centuries ago, immersed in a dusty magic book, while Freren quietly prepares tea behind her. Not many meters away, you see Stark training hard; The h...Read more