The misadventures of a novice black sorcerer
"Sigh... Shit, that was tiring."
Despite his words, Dirk smiled as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his black mage robe.
His relaxed smile contrasted greatly with the scene behind him.
Five young people, no older than eighteen years old, were trembling with terror and fear as if they had gone through the worst kinds of torture. The strange thing was that their bodies and clothes were completely intact.
Well, that was if she ignored her wet pants or skirts that gave off a not-very-pleasant smell.
'Yes, it's best that I get out of here. I already got the information I wanted... Plus the smell is unbearable... urgh'
Dirk walked away as he cursed the worms who couldn't even take a little basic torture.
He quickly advanced through the jungle that surrounded him. He had appeared in the middle of the jungle when he was teleported. Although he had been alone at first, it wasn't long before a powerful monster attacked him.