Nature Mage Ashto's Slow Life In An Abandoned Forest นิยาย & เรื่องราว

recited the lorth entertainer as he tore out another page. Over his palm, a dark empty twisting showed up. A comparable void created over a tree near him when he pointed his different arms towards it. The void that had been waiting over the tree started to drop and immerse it entirety. The tree started to grow out of the vacancy and shoot towards Rhaizen Storm as the mage pointed his palm towards him.

She lowered her head in submission, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, Alpha.” --- Far from the estate’s protective walls, the Ashwood forest grew darker, older, and far less forgiving. The deeper one ventured, the more it felt as if time itself stopped, leaving only shadows and whispers to linger in the hollow. Past the abandoned roads and broken runestones, Marek moved alone through the thick fog, his massive wolf form barely visible in the pale mist.

“I would sense the magic if it were so.” I dismounted and unsaddled Coryfe as the mage sat on one of the branches of the fallen tree and drew from a bag he wore under his cloak, a small book, bound in leather, with curls of metal protecting the corners and clasping the covers shut. “We need a fire,” he said to me, his fingers stroking the cover reverently. There was no writing on the cover or binding, but I could see something had been embossed into the leather. Perhaps the embossing was the shadow of writing that had once been picked out with ink, but which time had faded or flaked away.

All of a sudden, he remembers that one mage who passed by their town during his younger days, said it's such a shame how his younger sister who's physically frail has more advantageous amount of mana than him who's really determined. From then on, he abandoned this little dream, and continued to practice his archery skill instead. "Surely. But mages are qualified for the selection too and they'd have the upper hand, undoubtedly. Now come with me, it's for your own benefit, anyway." The night has completely swallowed the bright sky as they walk further, and the same forest he visits every twilight seems to slowly transform into an unfamiliar place from his perspective. He no longer see any wi

I silently convey to my mentor that he won’t get away from the questions I have for him later. When has meditation become a part of the routine? Moreover, I hadn’t noticed any other mage here. Were they training separately? Will I become that student who needs special attention because they are weak? The thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. “This way,” Rudra says, pointedly ignoring our silent conversation. My jaw clenches as I linger for a moment before following hesitantly. ~~~ The back garden is not actually an open-air garden but a carefully controlled space which keeps the greenery of plants intact and controls the temperature.

Suddenly, we heard a distant roar and then I saw fire emitted from amidst the whirlwind. “Don’t tell me it’s what I’m thinking.” Steve gasped. “It’s exactly what we all have in our minds – Sage’s spirit animal.” Morgana ascertained. “But Sage is dead.” I stated the obvious fact just as the so called sprit animal came into full view with the whirlwind coming to an end. “You can just leave me to assume it now possess a mind of its own.” “Which could prove to be very dangerous.” Kate sighed. “You guys should leave. I’ll handle this.” Morgan said. I shook my head negatively.

" Hoots responded. "Did you ask where she found him?" Nahigra couldn't just lay low, and expect things to go well. "She hasn't. She kept asking for herbs that can only be found in the forest of Armageddon." Hoots answered. "And there is nothing scary about the forest except for the fogs." He added. "No, you're mistaken. We were lucky that we didn't meet any of the beasts." Nahigra opened her skirt and showed them her thigh. "You see this scar? It is from the beast."

I spent the entire day catching up with the mages and looking through their notes and reports. I am pleased to find that they have made significant progress in some areas, but disappointed to see that other projects have been put on hold or abandoned entirely. It’s already past dinner and only Mage Thorne remains in the department. I approach him and say, “Mage Thorne, I need to rest for the day.” Mage Thorne looks up at me and nods, then turns his attention back to his books. On the other hand, I return to my desk, retrieve my items and walk towards the door.

Ashton's POV If Stoneclaw was granite and ice, the Nightstalker domain was shadow and silence. Deep within ancient, mist-shrouded forests, their settlement was barely visible – dwellings woven into the living trees, paths known only to them. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, decaying leaves, and something else… a watchful stillness that felt predatory. Ashton felt eyes on them long before they were challenged.

Not when I had miles to go. By the third night, hunger gnawed like a persistent wolf at my stomach. I scavenged what I could: roots, berries, stream fish caught with my hands. The forest was unforgiving, testing my resolve and strength. I slept little, curled beneath a blanket of pine needles, the sky above a silver wash through the treetops. Even in rest, my mind hummed with the faint remnants of my magic, a tugging I ignored.