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His speed exceeded what the eye could follow. Even rlin could not react in ti. Spells exploded in Ian's wake, unable to catch up, while the protective asures in front of rlin were almost as flimsy as paper, shattered in an instant as Ian dove straight at him.
The magical shield didn't even ripple, it just broke apart. Ian flew directly above rlin and struck him sharply on the head with his beak.
"Ah!!!" rlin cried out in pain while Ian remained unfazed.
He continued pecking at rlin with his beak, seemingly instinctively, with perfect skill. In the blink of an eye, he had turned rlin's head into a mass of bumps.
"Ouch!"
rlin cried out in pain, nearly dropping his wand.
"Damn it! And you still claim you weren't possessed!"
He scrambled, clutching his head, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't escape Ian's relentless attacks, though Ian was deliberately holding back, after all, rlin still owed him a debt.
Otherwise…
Ian felt he could easily devour rlin's brain. And if he did, he knew he would gain all of rlin's knowledge as well.
"This shadow raven is seriously sinister."
Realizing this, Ian couldn't help but marvel. Yet even so, he didn't stop chasing rlin, pecking away as the two of them dashed wildly through the ruined hall.
Of course, to be precise, it was rlin running in chaos. No matter how he fled, he couldn't avoid Ian's attacks. His reaction speed was insufficient to prevent bumps from forming on his head.
From a distance, it seed like Ian was right above rlin's head, almost about to strike his handso face. Even a wizard as resilient as rlin couldn't hold it together.
"Fine! Fine! You're not possessed! Stop it already!" rlin finally yelled, clearly in surrender, his voice tinged with helplessness and pain.
No one knew exactly what he was thinking inside, but at least verbally, he no longer dared ntion possession. After all, if his forehead had already been struck, how far could his cheeks be?
"Wouldn't all this have been avoided if you'd faced the truth earlier…" Hearing rlin's shouts, Ian finally stopped, flying in front of him and slowly transforming back into human form.
"Hmm, divh turning into a raven… actually fits pretty well." Ian looked down at his newly reappeared hands, feeling his familiar human body once again.
They say Animagus transformations are taxing.
But Iam only felt lingering excitent rather than fatigue.
"Phew~"
rlin exhaled deeply, holding his head like a great Buddha, his expression bitter.
"I shouldn't have co here in the first place. If I hadn't, then I wouldn't have…"
He muttered to himself, frustration etched across his face, almost borderline unhinged.
"You're the one causing trouble. How could I possibly be possessed…" Ian rolled his eyes. rlin remained silent, neither admitting nor refuting, his slightly flickering eyes still betraying a hint of distrust.
"Hm?"
Ian spoke softly, just a little.
rlin froze as if struck by lightning.
"Of course, you're right. I was the fool here." rlin backed down instantly. Regardless of what he thought internally, his actions revealed he had been deeply shaken by what had just happened.
Just as Ian considered proving his point further, a massive hand suddenly appeared through the large hole above the palace. The enormous palm clearly belonged to the war god Ares.
"You two are really noisy!" The war god grabbed both rlin and Ian, flinging them far away. "You're disturbing , and you certainly can't wake those who are sleeping…"
Before Ian and rlin could catch the rest of Ares's words, they were already hurled a great distance, truly far, as if forcibly "expelled" from Helheim itself.
The world spun wildly.
Ian shook his head and once again saw the colorful rlin, but rlin was sprawled in front of the bronze door, his rear in the air, waking up so slowly that it would have taken three strong n rotating in shifts to match his pace.
"Looks like rlin's soul really only entered Helheim. Perhaps when we passed through the bronze door, his soul had already completely separated from his body…"
Ian looked up at the bronze door thoughtfully, watching rlin struggle to get up from the ground, even showing signs of nausea. Ian himself didn't feel any discomfort.
Perhaps this was the difference between a soul crossing over and a body crossing over.
"I'm getting out of here!" rlin, having pulled himself up, almost didn't look back as he dashed out of the ruins, as if the place had given him too many unpleasant experiences.
Ian followed closely behind.
However, Just as they were about to completely leave the underground ruins and step out of the subterranean palace,
"Do not forget your promise to the gods, divh."
A commanding voice suddenly rang in the young wizard's ears, as if the war god Arayes was reminding him across a span of ti and space.
"What promise?"
"Is this guy scamming ?"
Ian couldn't help but ask.
But there was no response.
Perhaps as he stepped out of the subterranean palace, Aress could no longer project his voice to him. After all, it wasn't the war god at full power, only the shell of Aress' body.
There was still so asure of divine power, but it was a vague matter.
"All right, Archmage, we've been to the tomb. Now it's ti to talk about the bet from earlier." Ian, upon leaving the tomb, imdiately wanted to claim what he had won from rlin.
He was fully aware of the situation.
After what had just happened, rlin might very well try to avoid him.
"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten." rlin sighed and, from his chest, pulled out a stone and an exquisite box, tossing both directly to Ian.
He still seed unable to catch his breath, leaning against a tree and repeatedly dry-heaving, admittedly a bit polluting the environnt, though one could say he was fertilizing the forest.
Though the forest likely didn't lack fertilizer, the surrounding vegetation was lush and verdant, birds sang joyfully in the branches, a stark contrast to the mysterious and dangerous Helheim they had just experienced.
"Archmage, you really do keep your word." Ian, having obtained what he wanted, let out a sigh of relief and couldn't help but glance back at the mountain wall that had returned to normal.
If nothing went wrong, this definitely wouldn't be his last visit to this place.
After all, the evil magic that would erupt hadn't yet been laid out, which inevitably ant that there would co a day when he would return, though Ian couldn't imagine what circumstances would require him to set up such magic here.
"What kind of image do you have of ? Don't tell your future opinion of is that bad?" rlin finally couldn't hold back and asked Ian directly.
"Well, how should I put it… I love reading. People in our House all love reading, so I've seen in our House common room books like rlin's Secret Lovers: Magic and the Legend of Betrayal, rlin and the Forest Witch: A Cursed Love, The Forgotten Wife and Children: rlin's Dark Secrets, rlin's Seven Loves: From Mortal to Legend, and rlin and His Beastly n…" Ian kept rattling off a string of unofficial historical stories.
With each book title he ntioned,
rlin's eyelids twitched ever more violently. And just as rlin was rendered speechless and helpless, Ian opened the box to inspect the ancient Ti-Turner.
"Oh! Heavens! Are you both wizards?" A voice suddenly appeared.
Before them, at so unknown mont, a handso young man had appeared in the forest. He looked at rlin and Ian, both dressed as wizards, and exclaid in shock.
"Hm?"
Ian didn't focus on the young man but on the bird perched on the young man's shoulder, a fiery red bird, watching him and rlin with a wary gaze.
"Holy, Phoenix!" He shouted in astonishnt.
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