Share

Chapter Eleven

The winds of the Circle are more like shifting sands of time. With each bellow of the breeze reaping along flesh and bone tears asunder of coldness but yet stability. Among the city of the devoted magical users, there is this freezing sensation of wind and water. It’s a morning unlike anything and everything all at once. This is the true home of vision of those that follow the path of an arcane user. The correlation between frost and morality is just. The workshop of the circle provides a clearer and consist learning experience. They tend to use the magic bestowed upon them in correlation with plantations, often growing food and tending to live cattle. On the opposite end of the workshop, the magically usages go to experimentations and invitations. The smell of oil often carries within the frosty winds of the Circle and laps to the other tower in which the workshop is connected via bridge.

Harsh and strict, these were the words that describe the world of the Barracks. Mo
Locked Chapter
Continue to read this book on the APP

Related chapters

Latest chapter

DMCA.com Protection Status