3 A Fatal Recall 6yr

Translator: Nyoi_Bo_StudioEditor: Nyoi_Bo_Studio

Early in the morning, Yagor awoke from meditation. He stretched his body, put on his magic robe, and walked to the window. He muttered a few incantations and the numerous flashing, star-like spots that were floating about the room immediately disappeared. An archmage would be quite vulnerable when entering a meditative state, and any ordinary man had the capacity to kill him. Yagor had always been a lone wolf; even though he was one of the ten greatest archmages, he rarely interacted with his counterparts and had no family or friends. In order to better protect himself, he carefully set up a few tricks and traps on this small island, even though it was unlikely for others to hurt a person with as much magic power as Yagor. What was more worthy of his attention than his own life?

Yagor opened the window and immediately felt the sun’s warmth; his cold heart started warming up. "What a nice day today," he muttered to himself.

This warm feeling vanished when yesterday’s failed experiment came to mind. He decided to give it another try, since he still had enough magic power.

Through the darkness along the hallway, Yagor stepped down the stairs and rushed into the basement.