After some contemplation, Lord Ozil decided that he needed to witness the event firsthand, so he dragged a wildling, and his four dark earrings called Castre on his left ear began to glow in violet light. His orange eyes also glowed as he placed his index finger inside the wildling's mouth, causing the creature to squirm uncontrollably.
Lord Ozil's voice reverberated through the room as he began to chant, his index finger glowing with violet light. As he continued to recite the incantation, a small strange worm-like creature began to form at the tip of his finger.
The creature squirmed and wriggled as if alive, and then suddenly burrowed into the throat of the wildling. Lord Ozil watched intently as the creature made its way through the wildling's body, tunneling through its brain with a sickening sound. Despite the gruesome sight, Lord Ozil remained focused and unmoved, his eyes fixed on the dying wildling until its body lay still.
As the worm feasted on the wildling's brain, Lord Ozil's eyes glinted with cold satisfaction. He observed the process with a detached curiosity, watching as the creature consumed the very essence of the wildling's being. Once the worm had finished, Ozil held out his hand and the wriggling, worm-like creature obediently crawled onto his palm.
With a flick of his wrist, Lord Ozil flung the creature into the air and it hovered there, suspended by some unseen force. He focused his attention on it, and he grabbed the worm and brought it to his mouth, devouring it in one swift motion.
The moment the creature touched his tongue, a wave of disgust washed over Lord Ozil. But on the outside, he closed his eyes, as if savoring the flavor of the writhing, squirming mass as it slid down his throat.
As he opened his eyes, he saw flashes of an elf, with three orbs hovering around them. The elf wielded a massive crossbow that fired glowing swords as projectiles. Lord Ozil sensed that this was no ordinary weapon, but something imbued with powerful magic.
The elf had used their abilities to open a portal and enter the room, where he had swiftly decapitated Oriak and the others before fleeing. Lord Ozil's mind reeled at the audacity of such an attack. He vowed that whoever was responsible for this would pay dearly.
The characteristics of a Vengeful shaman lie in their ability to channel their deep-seated anger and resentment towards those who have wronged them. Once a Vengeful shaman has fulfilled their desire for revenge, their power has the potential to grow even stronger, potentially allowing them to break through to the next level of shamanism if they experience a profound epiphany.
Lord Ozil sees this as an opportunity to not only exact revenge for the death of his nephew and the wildlings under his watch but also to further grow his power as a Vengeful shaman. He knows that fulfilling his revenge will unlock even greater potential within him, allowing him to potentially ascend to the next level of shamanic power.
'But something still feels off.' Lord Ozil thought, based on what he sees the elf had a tattoo on his left hand, which means, he is Enlightened. 'However, Enlightened usually have five orbs, and that elf only has access to three orbs, and not only that, he can form a spatial tear?.'
In the field of arcane, there exist different levels of proficiency as well. The unique aspect of elves is the number of orbs they can summon, whereas, for shamans, it's the number of earrings called Castre in their ears. However, once an elf reaches an enlightened stage, they manifest a tattoo on their right hand. The type of tattoo they receive determines their assignment to a particular school of thought within the arcane field.
Lord Ozil's research revealed that there are four remaining schools of thought in the realm of the elves: the School of Fire, the School of Water, the School of Light, and the School of Earth. Each school is distinguished by its unique approach to the arcane and its particular focus on specific elemental powers. The choice of school is significant for an elf, as it will shape their magical abilities and define their place in the elven society.
'A lost school? but things still didn't add up as only an enlightened elf can use the power of their school, maybe that guy masks his other orb,' He narrowed his eyes, considering the possibility that the opponent might be a 5th level-Enlightened arcanist, while he himself was only a 4th level-mid stage Vengeful shaman.
"Execute the order to eliminate all the wildlings in this room," commanded Lord Ozil with unwavering authority.
"Yes, my Lord!" The orc replied in unison with vigor, knowing that their warden was giving them a free lunch. They eagerly prepared themselves for the task at hand, their axes, and swords at the ready.
Lord Ozril approached the area where the spatial tear was last seen and began to study it intently. Despite the loud shrieks and growls in the background, he remained focused on the area, as it still emitted a distinct mana fluctuation that piqued his interest.
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After some time, the orcs finally finished butchering the wildlings. They began to wash the blood off the table when they noticed that Lord Ozil was still standing at the area where the spatial tear was last seen. He was completely focused on the area, carefully studying it and taking notes on a piece of parchment.
The orcs knew not to disturb him when he was in this state, as his focus on magic was unparalleled. They continued cleaning up the mess left behind by the wildlings, trying not to make too much noise in the process.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Lord Ozil stepped back and looked at the notes he had written. Satisfied with what he had discovered, he turned to the orcs and said, "Clean up this mess and be ready to move out. We have work to do."
However just as he was about to exit the chamber, Lord Ozils pupils suddenly dilated as he sensed a mana fluctuation behind his back and as he slowly turns around a spatial tear was slowly formed.