"A courier should be teleporting here in a few minutes, and if I haven't returned by then, take the item he delivers and keep it until I get back." Lukas instructed the standing mage, who nodded in understanding.
"As you wish sir." The mage bowed after receiving his instructions.
Lukas noticed in the corner of his vision an obese, elderly mage approaching while putting on his best smarmy smile. He was probably the head of that branch of the order and wanted to form a connection with someone as powerful as Lukas.
"If you understand your orders, I'm leaving." Lukas said a short goodbye to the mage and bolted out of the building, ignoring the obese elderly man's pleading voice.
He flew again towards Dawnlight, only to find a crowd surrounding the sword and the undead. Dawnlight was constantly releasing light to damage the undead and prevent them from healing, but the people around were taking advantage of the released light to heal themselves.
