"The lives of three hundred thousand commoners and an eye, these are the materials needed for the Eyes of Judgement spell?"
"Yes."
In the tent, Vera, like a kitten, snuggled into Colin's arms, resisting the spell scroll in his hand but still painstakingly explaining the Elf text on it.
"So, for the spell-caster, he only needs to give up an eye, while the real backlash of the forbidden spell is borne by those three hundred thousand commoners?"
"Yes." Vera's face was filled with fear and anger, "This is a devil's spell! I can't imagine why my teacher would develop something like this."
Colin patted Vera's head in comfort, but his heart didn't stir much.
In fact, he thought the creation of this forbidden spell was inevitable.
The eternal torment of mages has always been the inability to break through the sixth level into the Holy Field, and the forbidden spells, which have power comparable to the Holy Field, require the spell-casters to pay with their lives.
