Magic!

Shock filled Mors as he didn't see any enchantments. At all.

This man, maybe the Tower Master, maybe one of the guards, had used something unfathomable.

Magic.

Real magic.

Without enchantments, artifacts, potions, or anything.

Shock filled him as he watched the man move around the kindling in the red wind, burning some of it away, but it mostly stayed the same.

Seeing it wasn't working, the person shook their head before the kindling went out, and a small dot of water appeared.

Slowly the dot became bigger before the person passed it through the wind, pulling the red wind out of the air.

Seeming to be happy with the success, the person quickly looked around for someone before multiple water drops appeared as they consumed the red wind.

Worried, Mors quickly looked at Spir, only to find him in shock too.

This person had done something impossible. It's understandable that everyone watching would be in shock.

And they were watching this person the whole time and saw how there was no trick, no nothing.

Pure magic.

Trying not to get lost in his fascination, Mors quickly said, "Spir, snap out of it."

Hearing Mors, Spir looked down and just decided to ignore this amazing find before he dived into Mors's body.

Not expecting this reaction, he hoped that Spir would help, but apparently, he was tired and decided not to help.

Mors didn't blame him. Seeing magic was causing his head to spin, but there were more important tasks at hand.

Quickly looking around, with moonlight, he slowly started to move again, further away from the magic man.

Everything that they would be able to throw at that person would fail, and that one person could kill everyone in this town.

Magic, pure magic, is just too powerful if you are good with your weapon.

So wandering off into the bushes, Mors started to consider getting a weapon since it would be helpful if he had to fight. The only problem would be what weapon.

Diving into his mind about the weapon to ignore the shocking information since Mors knew if he explored and asked, he would definitely die.

'Maybe a spear or a sword... They were both very popular. Maybe it would be good to have a spear since he could slash from afar,' Mors considered in his mind.

He completely tried to ignore the fact that if the magic person knew he saw their magic, they would kill him... He had to stay silent no matter what.

Mulling over a weapon he wanted to try, he slowly moved closer to the enchanter's building. Mors felt a few ghosts leave him.

All invisible and all moving around quickly.

Mors felt all five of them, and they were all outside his body right now, looking at the magic person.

'Could the ghosts teleport to his body?' Mors considered and dived into this thought as he moved closer to safety.

After fifteen minutes of the magic person swatting away the reappearing red wind, Mors finally reached the enchanting building. Or at least the street outside of it.

Knowing that the door is super visible from the magic person's view, Mors decided to try the side entrance.

Crouching along the stone road, Mors's looked around for some guards since they might be out here.

Finding no one, Mors stepped towards the enchanter's building to walk along it and started to hate smart people.

Since as soon as he got close, Mors could see some lines firing up, and Mors could guess they were lights.

So rushing towards the door to get in, he pulled out his badge, and the door started to open.

But behind him, he heard another roar, more monstrous than anything.

Quickly turning around, Mors could see the magic person running towards him using magic maybe. He didn't know.

But he was afraid, very afraid. His heart was pounding, and he could practically physically feel his brain yelling at him to move or run.

But his conscious mind was telling him he had to wait for the door.

All of this yelling and waiting lasted around five seconds as the door open quick, and Mors's dived in and hoped the door shut in time.

He would be safe inside. It was the enchanting building. It has to have enchantment defenses.

With a thud, Mors watched as the wall shut up behind him and heard the magic person slamming into the wall a second later.

Taking a few brisk breaths, Mors quickly got deeper into the building, racing towards Malle's room as it would have an even higher chance of defensive enchantments.

Thinking about it, it might even have a few offensive enchantments around it.

He didn't think about the fact that it was late at night. The magic man was taking up all the space in his mind.

In the last few seconds, Mors saw the face of the person, with the person being mildly handsome with a few dark circles under their deep purple hair.

What scared him was the fact that the other person saw his face.

He might come hunting for him.

But he was safe inside the enchanting building… right?

Well, that was about to be tested as Mors could hear pounding on the door/wall.

Moving deeper and deeper into the enchanting building, he eventually reached Malle's room.

Quickly knocking in a hurry, Mors hoped that Malle was still there.

And after a worrying silence, Mors heard a *kaboom* which attracted his full attention.

Now that he thought about it, maybe it wasn't good to knock. Malle might have just been enchanting something.

Regretting it for a moment, Mors put that behind him and waited to see if the door opened. If it did, good; if not, he had to start running again.

Thankfully after a few moments, the door creaked before a green-haired Malle appeared physically annoyed.

"What?" Asked Malle in an irritated voice, and Mors confirmed that Malle was working on an enchantment.

Taking a deep breath, Mors pleaded, "Can I come in, please."

Malle was originally annoyed at his nighttime visitor since he was trying to experiment. But when he heard Mors and saw his exhausted and paranoid face, he knew something was up.

So with a sigh, he asked some basic questions, "What happened? Are you being followed, and do they know you are here?"

"Long story, but yes and yes. Someone very dangerous," replied Mors hearing the questions, as the magic person scared him enough to tell everything.

Malle sighed for a moment before closing the door for a second.

Mors could hear some metal moving for a Monet before the door fully opened, much to his anxiety's relief.

Giant Malle quickly exited the room, saying, "Follow," before entering the interrogation room.

Mors, slightly worried, decided to tell the truth about what he saw. And a spar thought burned in his mind to get Malle and Ator out of the town.

Malle quickly opened the interrogation room doors before saying, "Magnus Cincinno," which illuminated the hallway with golden strings.

Mors entered, and as soon as the door was shut, Malle said, "Lock," causing the walls to become smooth.

Finally, Malle said, "Alios excitare" before a red string appeared on the wall. The red line was short and ended at the wall, but Mors got the feeling it did something big.

Sighing, Malle said, "Hope this is good. Now tell me everything."

Mors took a second to think, should he tell Malle about the ghosts or be selective with the information. He worried over it for a second before going with the most believable story.

Quickly he told Malle about how Alice was sick and that the horde they reported was real. Repeating that he was there and barely survived it.

He then narrated how he wanted to help Alice get out of town, but he needed an herb mix.

Then with a bit of embarrassment, he said, "I couldn't pay for it, and no one was willing to help, so I decided to steal it. Which was a success. But something terrifying happened."

Little did Mors know, but Malle had activated the judgment circle, and he was checking Mors's info. Seeing the light turn green when talking about the horde scared him.

But seeing how Mors lied about why he decided to steal worried him slightly.

Mors was dropping a lot of worrying things and leaving out parts of the story. 'What had this old man gotten into?' Thought Malle with a sigh.

Mors then continued with the magic part, to which Malle quickly looked at the circle. It had to be false, right?

Nothing like what he was describing was possible.

But to his surprise and horror, it turned green again. Seeing that, he quickly demanded, "Is this person following you?"

Seeing the scared expression on Malle, Mors felt happy. He would hopefully leave town now.

Mors guessed that the judgment circle was on since it was in here. And maybe his story had a false point, but the facts that he was telling were horrifying.

With a sigh, he answered saying, "Yes."

With that, Malle quickly stood up and bashed through the room's wall, exactly where the door used to be.

Racing through it, he quickly went into his office, and Mors followed.