'What kind of spell is stored in that magic scroll?' This thought rang in Jacob's head like a bell as he walked toward the stone column.
No matter how wary he was, he had to decide quickly. Although being hit by a mysterious spell was as good as committing suicide, fighting thousands of dark beings was guaranteed a gruesome end.
'Since this a trial to find a worthy successor, as long as I meet her requirements, I should be fine…' Jacob thought gloomily as he stopped in front of the stone column.
But still, the danger of losing his life was something Jacob didn't want to experience, and now he was stuck between a cliff and an abyss. He even started to miss Immortika, for he knew that cursed book would definitely know what sort of spell was stored in the magic scroll.
However, it wasn't an option at his moment, and he was already approaching the thirty-second mark. The Vile Witch, Margret, clearly designed this trial to put others under deadly pressure.
