After dinner, the teacher and student duo left their little block and went out of the town, into a dark and deserted forest.
There wasn’t any sign of human habitation in these isolated woods. All they could hear were the strange noises of animals rustling past grass.
Emin wore all pitch black, holding a short staff in his hand. He tapped the ground once, lightly.
A silver ripple instantly spread from the tip of his staff, quickly rushing past underneath Garen’s feet as it spread far and wide in all direction. It soon vanished into the distant forest.
It was only when the ripple scattered that Emin raised up the staff in his hand and gave it a twirl. Silver engravings rose to the surface of the staff, looking especially evident in the dark night.
