When Irene dragged Aaron away, he thought something serious had happened.
Instead, she simply handed him a magic book, warned him to be careful of someone named Amora, and then left.
Aaron frowned.
"Amora?"
The name felt oddly familiar.
A moment later, the memories clicked into place.
The Enchantress.
Her title alone was enough to strike fear into people.
Amora was a master of spiritual magic, feared rather than respected—unlike Irene.
Men feared her for her ability to control their minds.
Women feared her because she could charm anyone she desired.
Aaron rubbed his temples.
Did this mean the Enchantress had set her sights on him?
That was not good.
He had only just started learning magic. His knowledge was still basic, and he had no spells to counter mental manipulation.
Against Amora, he wouldn't even last a single round.
Meet her, and he'd be doomed.
But… if Amora had actual bad intentions, Irene wouldn't have just given him a warning.
Besides, this was Asgard.
Odin was still alive.
Amora wouldn't dare cause real trouble.
Aaron exhaled.
At least Irene had given him something useful—a book on mental defense magic.
"A spell to resist mind control?"
It was exactly what he needed.
His other training would have to wait—this was now his top priority.
Flipping through the book, Aaron quickly found what he was looking for.
Mind Barrier Magic.
It allowed the caster to form a protective barrier inside their mind, shielding them from spiritual influence.
The problem?
This magic was extremely difficult to master.
And even when fully trained, it wasn't particularly powerful.
It couldn't attack.
It couldn't defend against physical damage.
And for pure spiritual assaults, it only offered limited protection.
To make things worse, there were very few magicians in Asgard who specialized in spiritual magic.
The warriors of Asgard—both men and women—had no interest in using charm magic to defeat enemies.
Why bother, when they could just swing their axes?
The only true experts in mind magic were the Charming Sisters.
One was locked in the dungeons.
The other was constantly monitored at the Magic Academy.
Besides them, hardly anyone practiced this art.
If it weren't for Amora, Aaron never would've wasted time on this spell.
Still—he had no choice.
Aaron sat down cross-legged and started practicing.
[You have performed Mind Barrier Magic seriously. You have gained insight. Mind Barrier Proficiency +1.]
[You are serious…]
Before long, his Mind Barrier Magic reached Level 2.
But then, another issue arose.
He had exhausted his magic energy.
Without more magic power, he couldn't push the skill any further.
And a Level 2 Mind Barrier probably wasn't enough to resist Amora.
From what he'd heard from Irene and Fandral, to be considered a master in any magic, you needed to reach at least Level 3 Peak or Level 4.
If Amora was a master of spiritual magic, his Level 2 barrier wouldn't stand a chance.
Aaron sighed.
That's when he noticed something strange.
Everything around him was distorted—an illusion.
The air shimmered, the world flickered unnaturally.
This level of illusion magic could only mean one thing—
Irene.
She must have set up this illusion barrier to buy him time.
To keep Amora away while he recovered his magic power and strengthened his defenses.
Aaron smiled.
"Smart move, Irene."
Feeling reassured, he closed his eyes and focused on restoring his energy.
Outside the Illusion
Meanwhile, Amora was trailing after Aaron and Irene.
But suddenly—
They were gone.
Amora blinked.
"Where did they go?"
She had been following them closely.
How could they just vanish?
Her sharp mind quickly reached a conclusion.
Illusion magic.
Her lips curled into an amused smirk.
"Oh, Irene… I didn't expect you to go this far just to keep Aaron away from me."
"But how long can you keep him hidden?"
Amora wasn't just a master of spiritual magic—
Her illusion magic was also highly advanced.
Most people feared her for her charm, so they often overlooked her other talents.
That was their mistake.
And soon, Irene would learn hers.
Amora's fingers traced the air as she began unraveling the illusion.
Over an Hour Later
"Hahahaha!"
Amora's triumphant laughter echoed as she stepped through the broken illusion.
"So this is the power of a Master of Illusion?" she sneered.
"Nothing special!"
She walked forward with a slow, confident strut, her hips swaying with each step.
Passing through the final layer of illusion, she entered the real space.
There, sitting alone on the ground—
Was Aaron.
And Irene?
Nowhere to be seen.
Amora raised an eyebrow.
"No one is guarding him?"
She couldn't contain her smile.
Well, this was too easy.
Her sultry voice dripped with amusement as she took a step closer.
"Hey, little genius…"
Her emerald eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Your sister Amora is here."
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