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Exiles of the Netherworld

Chapter 3 Counterkill

Word Count: 907    |    Released on: 04/02/2024

hurried through the sprawling Academy o

premises. Passing the soaring lecture halls, he spotted othe

s between mages - beyond that lay only hostility and

h a murky grove of white cedar

ng him was

k was right! You're half dead on your f

slow demise, let me

wearing a white mask sprang abruptly f

had mottled grey hair contrasting

h abducted as children into the lightless realms. Back then, a starving young Alberic had once batter

uth was none other tha

arrived in the lightless realms, those survivin

emy's recruiters arrived - his strength sapped b

rvation, his chances wo

d full blame onto Alb

vengeance then... Perhaps young Alberi

hes left both enemies gravely wounded - eac

return. Such bitter bloodshed between apprentic

r struggles. If anything, they spectated with amusement, watching fledglings

these were experiment

officers of the academy intervened, Yrqu

rologic sorcery, Yrque spec

ical gardens had earned him that ghostly pallid mask -

strength, he hardly dese

hot forth - whereas the common variant of this spell only formed two. Thi

peril targeted at his head, heart and nethers respec

e currently lacked the mental focus and magical res

c's injuries prevented evad

e's lips curled into a smile,

nleash only sparse spells before exhaustion. At peak form, neith

d his utmost. Smug confidence seemed warra

ced to puncture Alberic's skull

eroded into incredulity at the sight of the

will powered the stave. The engraved acid payload

. Despite being casually brewed amidst alchemical trials, this enchanted st

its bearer's magic and mental reserves. Alberic had kept firm hold ever since departing his p

and junior Thorns - ha

recision, Mossitore's dreadful concoct

lted into teal vapor beneath

g draught engulfed Yrque - too swif

rupted amidst insidious sizz

s cries fade

oe's head remained largely intac

tench perfu

barely registered o

outwards - apprentices or academy g

eric calmly knelt to cla

first item stripped from t

sk bore only a single etched spell - Nigh

puissant stave Alberic carried,

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Exiles of the Netherworld
Exiles of the Netherworld
“Exiled from the subterranean world he once called home, Alberic roams the surface lands he views as savage and chaotic. Abiding by the harsh code of survival of the fittest, this wizard navigates the razor's edge between reason and madness in tireless pursuit of occult truths. When the gods are dead and their laws no more, might becomes the cardinal rule of all things. Yet not every shadowed place needs light. Bearing the faded glory of his former world, Alberic seeks to unveil arcana craved by those unable to perceive their terrible cost.”