Mage Legend

"Before altering my soul to stand out, I first changed my face." Fyyian caressed the scars on his face: "It's truly amazing. At the time, I only felt the relief of liberation, without any pain."

Yilinrui swallowed lightly to avoid vomiting from nausea. She said, "Fyyian, you're already unique enough. It's better to stop before the undead destroy this land."

"No." Fyyian said, "Can you envision a future where I am convinced by you? No, such a sight is not within your view. The attack of the undead army cannot be stopped, and those who try to stand in my way cannot escape the fate of being destroyed."

"What do you mean by this?" Yilinrui said.

"The elves have lost their former glory and are no longer the great race on this continent." Fyyian said, "Think about it, Yilinrui, how many past legends in poems have disappeared in the long peace? In the sky above the Elf Kingdom, there are no more awe-inspiring giant eagles circling, and in the rivers of Erutalon, there are no silverfish swimming. Now, the elves have actually enlisted a human mage using Drow Magic to help—it's the strangest thing in the world! Since the elves have fallen, isn't it better for them to be destroyed by my hands, rather than perish at the hands of other races?"

"Mad! You've gone completely mad." Yilinrui exclaimed, "Listen to what you've said! Destruction, decay, demise. These are what fill your mind! You, and that 'master' you mentioned, have nothing but these thoughts! To me, you don't even deserve the title of an elf! To me, Mage Lynch is more like an elf than you!"

"Lynch, is that the name of the human mage?" Yilinrui laughed, "The previous Drow woman who left this tower also mentioned that name, but not as 'confident' as you. She only muttered it in her dreams. I have no intention to find out what kind of person this Lynch is, because I've already dealt with him."

"Dealt with?" Yilinrui's heart tightened, "I think you're living in your own fantasy!"

"The ones living in a dream are you elves, not me." Fyyian said, "I saw through Lynch's illusion of playing dead and he had this naive idea to plant a spy within my army. However, it is still much better than the unimaginative elves. Since he's a clever person, what would happen if he fell into a maze world imbued with the 'Dullness Technique'?"

"Did you use a 'Maze Spell' on him, making him disappear from this world?" Yilinrui recalled how Lynch suddenly vanished before her eyes and began to worry.

"If you think so, then yes, I did it." Fyyian said, "These days, I ask the Princess to stay in this high tower for a while, and I promise to send you back to the Elf Holy Mountain Heather, but I can't guarantee what it will become by then."

Saying this, he waved his hand lightly, and the undead that had just dispersed gathered back, tightly surrounding Yilinrui.

"Think about it, Fyyian." Yilinrui shouted loudly as she watched the master of the Undead Tower turn away, "You want to be different, yet you're becoming more and more like the undead under your command. Is this your purpose?"

Fyyian did not slow his pace at her words. He closed the great door of the Undead Tower and threw Yilinrui into the dungeon. There, the undead would tirelessly and relentlessly watch over the prisoners. The Elf Princess saw no chance of escape for herself. Nevertheless, in Yilinrui's heart, she wasn't the only prisoner in this tower. There was another elf, also imprisoned by his own obstinacy.

Of course, Lynch was not completely trapped by the Maze Spell. He wasn't even aware he'd been caught by the enemy's magic. To him, it seemed as if time had suddenly stopped, as though waking from a deep sleep to find it already bright out.

The Maze Spell is used by mages specifically to deal with those difficult to kill; it entraps the target with countless twists and dead ends. Additionally, the Dullness Technique lowers intelligence, making it difficult for the affected to think properly, ensuring they can never leave the maze.

If Lynch had known he extricated himself from the Maze Spell, he would be drenched in sweat, filled with dread. As someone familiar with this magic, Lynch was well aware that only the Goddess of Fortune herself could leave such a world unknowingly.