The victory celebration would take place in the center of town.The preparations were not at all elegant, they consisted mainly of a large table, along with some food and torches to light the place.As he watched from a distance how everything unfolded, only one thing was on Zark's mind.Seeing how all the peasants, after the revolt due to despair, tried to do something to celebrate that they were still alive.Although they did not possess much, they tried to hold a celebration as a way of thanking Zark.Even if it wasn't enough, his humility touched Zark.".... We are finished here, once the celebration begins, we will say our farewell, after that we will return to the castle.""It is understood." Keil who was next to Zark answered."Where is Ingrid?"“Said she needed to talk to a…. Human"Keil's voice was strained. Since there was no danger present, there was no reason for her to be so alert.Considering this, there was only one reason for that. Zark, using a low tone of voice, aske

The bedroom door creaked open and Father Wilkud entered the room where the dying men were to die. The air in the room was stale and heavy with the stench of death. The flame of the single candle sizzled in the sudden draft of air, casting monstrous ghostly shadows that fluttered across the walls. At first Father Wilkud barely made out that someone was huddled under the covers of the small bed. It looked as if one of the brothers had removed his habit and carelessly tossed it on the bed. It wasn't until the seemingly empty garment moved and the wrinkled cloth fell from a head that was little more than skin stretched over a skull, that the priest was certain that someone was there. The figure was frail and looked old, very, very old… His head was completely bald and dotted with freckles, and the only visible hair was thick gray eyebrows. His bony hands had been deformed by some cruel degenerative disease to look like claws. The old man's skin was paper thin, taut on the bones he cove

The old year had already ended, and now, with the joyful celebrations of the new year, the first signs that announced the arrival of spring were already visible in the territory, present in the trees, in the undergrowth, even in the scent of the air. .New life would soon come to the Empire, after the dead months of winter.A subtle mist rose from the meadows that stretched adjacent to the tree line that lined the road, where the warm golden rays of the first sunlight evaporated the night dew from the ground.The first light green shoots were almost visible, and the fingers of the still-lifeless tree branches curved up into the gray sky and formed a passageway above the road.In just a matter of days, Viktor would begin a formation that would allow him to become one of the greatest wizards the Empire had ever known.And then, among the trees, across the mist-shrouded pastures, he saw her, the great city of Genbofen.Viktor gave an audible ga

"What did you think of the class?" He heard Viktor ask a great voice next to him. The accent was that of the city of Genbofen itself.Looking back, Viktor saw another student trotting forward to catch up with him as he left the classroom. He appeared to be the same age as Viktor, with a neat head of blond hair and a fuzz of beard on his chin, trimmed in the style of what Viktor believed was the fashion of the imperial capital. He also weighed between five and ten kilos more than Viktor himself. The student clutched to his chest a half-open backpack with scrolls and a quill sticking out."Fascinating. Better than he had expected. "Better than you had hoped for? What do you mean by that? "“Uh… It doesn't matter. It has truly been everything he had hoped it would be. ""Professor Theodria is certainly an excellent speaker, right?""It is obvious that he is a man of great intelligence and a scholar of the arcane arts.""Ext

During weeks of diligent study, Viktor also regularly received letters from his sister Karen about him. They always arrived when a carriage made a postal delivery from Vegenholt, the closest town to Chipped on the main routes through the Empire. Letters that had previously been brought there by some willing farmer who transported his goods to the town to sell.And amid all this hustle and bustle of Viktor's new life, whenever he received a letter from his devoted and loyal sister, it evoked the life he had left behind. Karen's letters kept him up to date on everything that was happening at Chipped and let him know that his sister was toiling there without him, taking care of his father and taking care of her needs. They were a comforting reminder of home. There was never a letter from his father.At first, Viktor dutifully responded to each of Karen's missives, as he had resolved to do, and sent the letters through the city mail company. But as time passed and Viktor's