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The Immortal Human Returns

Disgraced and betrayed, the last human, an immortal, exiles himself after killing the gods. For thousands of years he lived a lonely existence, building empty monuments for an empty heart. However, fate moves and soon he is thrust back into the world he left behind, confronted by both old and new. Would he go forth and regain his humanity? Or will he finally surrender to grief and enact his final vengeance? Follow his story as he walks between both in a world of swords and magic, of intrigue and war. But as he will soon find out, doomsday looms. And only he can stop it. But will he?

NaranNarman · Fantaisie
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115 Chs

Ward To Know

"T-that's a ward?" Sola asked. Her eyes were focused on the small trinket I held out over the palm my hand. 

"Yes," I said. The shock of finding out that wards were no longer widely used or known still lingered at the back of my mind.

The ward I held was in the shape of a shield standing over a wooden platform. It was a standard protection ward, more or less, since it wasn't specialized.

It could be argued that a shield ward or defense ward, specialized as they were, would be better suited. 

However, a shield ward would invite more attention even when it's activated to destroy itself, since it would use a more concentrated form of magic. Shield wards also needed manual magical inputs to change states. That meant that if I needed it to turn solid, invisible, or both, I needed to be present nearby so I could make it do so.