Mage Legend

The torrential rain outside the Undead Tower blocked Zilvra's pathway back to Lynch. And days later, when this rain fell upon the Holy Mountain, it did not lose any of its force, thoroughly drenching Heather City. Apart from the elf guardians who continued to patrol the forest in the rain (Lynch couldn't fathom what those elves could see in such heavy rain), the other residents were resting indoors.

Yilinrui continued to oversee Soka's archery practice, diligently fulfilling the task given to her by the mage. The little angel was surprisingly never bored, perhaps because for her, continuously shooting at leaves the elves tossed into the air was a fun game.

Lynch gazed out at the heavy rain, filled with worry. If this rain continued, it might ruin the traps he had set in the Residual Star Swamp. He had initially channeled underground passages to secretly lead Erutalon's river water beneath that land, preparing an unexpected assault on the undead army. But as things stood, those traps were likely to be filled entirely with powerless rainwater.

"I'm heading out for a while; you two stay quietly in the room," Lynch told the two girls. "In this kind of rain, you won't be able to see anything clearly, so don't wander around."

Soka nodded, "The rain will get my wings wet, so I'm staying in. Don't worry."

The mage stepped outside, an invisible force field hovering over his head. As long as Lynch concentrated, the Powerful Wand could continually supply magic power for the Power Wall Technique. While this method of advancement against wind and rain posed a huge resistance, it was far better than the outcome of being drenched.

The rain obstructed vision, but it was no match for a mage with the Eye of Insight. Unable to see far all at once, the flying mage had to stay close to the forest's treetops to avoid getting lost. Lynch wavered as he drifted away, and the elf archers hidden amongst the treetops would always reach out to greet him.

The loud sounds of the storm drowned out their ability to converse; here, only the roar of thunder could be heard from afar.

Lynch neglected something very important, realizing it only when a lightning bolt split the giant tree beside him in half. The fiercely burning flames were immediately quenched by the rain, leaving only charred trunks emitting choking gray smoke. The mage hurriedly cast a protective spell against lightning on himself and switched to flying among the tree branches. Lynch had no intention of testing the power of lightning with his own body.

When he reached the Residual Star Swamp, he found the situation slightly better than expected. The rain here was evidently not as abundant as on Heather Mountain, and the magic arrays he left behind were still functioning properly. Under the observation of the Eye of Insight, the entire land glowed with silver traces, dividing the water surface into two layers: above was the original water, while below it had long been replaced by large quantities of Erutalon Holy Water.

Lynch circled this land invisibly, finding nothing amiss. A few skeletons that looked like scouts had already been washed down under the mud by the rain, with thick mud completely covering them. Their undead master must have issued a command like "stay put and observe your surroundings," so the skeletons wouldn't move, and were now still checking on the earthworms' living conditions in the soil.

A figure appeared at the edge of the Residual Star Swamp, drawing Lynch's attention. Occasionally, two or three elf patrol members coming here wasn't surprising, but in this kind of heavy rain, such a situation shouldn't occur.

Lynch crept closer, using illusion techniques to simulate the rain around him. Though he was invisible, seeing a part where the raindrops didn't hit in the midst of the rain would also draw attention. The use of illusions must consider combinations to compensate for the loopholes created by spells. Simultaneously being invisible while using illusions to mimic the image that should form at the spellcaster's position was the only foolproof method.

When he got close enough to clearly see the mysterious person, Lynch suddenly froze in place. He had never seen such a beautiful elf. Behind her pointed ears, her emerald green hair cascaded down, tangled together under the rain, and every time a drop of water landed on it, it would spark tiny shining stars, like startled fireflies taking flight from a thicket; her beautiful face displayed a determined, serene expression, seemingly untouched by the passage of time and unaffected by all things, transforming into a form of eternal beauty; from her forehead to her shoulders, extending down her alabaster fingers, lay invisible tattoos, only revealing silver-red vine-like runes when touched by raindrops, not appearing jarring against her skin tone, but rather melding perfectly harmoniously together; her long legs, as perfect as a sculptor's masterpiece, stood at the muddy swamp's edge, yet not a trace of dirt could climb onto her feet, as if nature itself refused to tarnish this graceful form.