Of Voices and Dreams
A feral screech pierced through Lukas' ears, and it made his body howl and his chest ache.
Was it the first time that he ever experienced something negative? Something so heart wrenching and twisted?
No, that was a lie, but as he bound towards the center of the Dark Forest—he knew that he was about to meet Rhea.
Those screeches indicated as much.
"Oh fuck it, if I'm going to die then I might as well learn it."
The thrum of experience coursed into Lukas' body, almost as if it was second nature.
The [Wand Slinger] skill made the act of pointing the Crystal Wand almost too natural, too easy as if he could cast everything in one go like Cerisedel the Dragon had.
"Why's everything too easy for her? I thought I had it easy, but she's like, whoop whoop, I learned the spell in one look. That's basically cheating at this point, isn't it?" Lukas muttered as he pushed himself forward.