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What a mess, Astalos thought. People on the street were having trouble standing. The magic soon disappeared but his bruise stayed. He just decided to take a long walk since his wounds felt much better.
As he entered the inn, he realized the place was almost empty. Most people must have gone to the harbour to see the battle between the caster who cannot even aim properly and the ruthless inquisitor who pretends being blessed by a god.
The names of gods are actually the names of dragons who shielded the south while the north suffered. The foolish templars and inquisitors believe simply killing a spellcaster will stop magical activities happening in the south but they are nothing more than naive fools. The body is only a shell and nothing more. Once a caster dies, he can simply travel through the astral planes and occupy another body. Of course, it is only limited those with a sufficient control over their souls. Most casters who focus on primal spells cannot even dream of accomplishing such acts. Astalos was thinking about taking over another person but thankfully his body manage to stay alive.
He needed to leave this town before those templars recover. He needed to remember more spells to defend himself.
