The black drops of the oily liquid fell down from the sky under the power of Layn's skill. But what others could consider a disaster for all the crops that were planted around the camp was a measure necessary for everyone to finally see their enemies.
This time, it wasn't the Slavian's that Layn was seriously worried about encountering. That is unless this mythical tribe had a hidden power of turning into eight-legged monsters roughly the size of a bear each!
"They are coming," Layn said weekly, tired from slightly overexerting his mana potential. Even though the trade with the overlord to the north ended up going through and supplying him with enough material to create several mana-sucking artifacts, their output was way smaller than the amount of energy required to cast such a massive kind of spell.
"Can we go ahead?" Al asked, approaching the archmage from the back.
