Magic Shop System

Chapter 230: Sephiran and Harrod

The elders of World Magic Alliance looked at the torn bodies of their dead companions, hearts tightened, filled with grief, and then turned towards the Well of Suppression in horror. The seal had been broken, and the blood tribe had already escaped. However, what terrified them wasn’t the blood tribe itself, but their leader—Sephiran.

There was a legend—legend of the past, an undefeated legend, legend of a demon, legend of Sephiran. A legend that said to kill Sephiran one needed to break through rank 6 mage and reach the stage of myths. However, in the long history of Pengolla there wasn’t even a single person who reached that level. Not even Harrod the Great who had sealed Sephiran and his minions in the Well of Suppression.

Though many denied the existence of Harrod in the past, but those who knew thought otherwise. Harrod the Great, holder of World Lotus...

Aleera was the only one who looked unaffected by the escape of blood tribe and said, "I don’t think they are ready to battle with us." The elders looked at her confusedly. "What I learned from the scriptures left by our predecessors is that the blood tribe is blood thirsty and cruel race. If they were strong enough to defeat all of us, they would have already done it. They would not vanish without a trace; instead they would be slaughtering us right now."

Finally some colour returned on their faces. Aleera was right. The fear and terror froze their thinking, but now when they came to senses, they realized that the blood tribe didn’t want to encounter them. They were stuck inside the Well of Suppression for such a long period of time, although they did not die, they must have weakened to a great degree.

"We need to make preparations," said Aleera, her eyes flickering with a glint. No one knew what she was thinking about.

***

It was a dark and silent world—not a single ray of sun could be seen at this place. And there was a dark palace at the top of a mountain, a group of people in dark clothing was sitting inside a large hall.

"A bit more and then we would be the ruler of this world," hissed a voice from under the hood.

"No, I don’t like the idea," said another vampire. "They are too dangerous."

"Come on. Have some spine," chirped another person, a woman. "We are their descendent."

"Just like we are the descendents of human?"

"You—"

"No, not like humans," a voice interrupted. Everyone inside the hall turned towards the exit. A shadow was standing in the dark, but none of them could see the face of the person. It was strange, because darkness didn’t hinder their sight. They were creatures of darkness.

"Who are you?" asked one of the vampires."

"Me?" the voice chuckled and then the shadow walked out of the darkness. "I am your ancestor, kind of."

***

[One day later]

"The reports have come from Arura Continent: the vampires are attacking all around like crazed monsters."

"The condition of Blalor Continent is not great either. Not even advanced artifacts of dwarves could stop their terrifying onslaught."

"Reports have come from Ivrora Continent—they have spotted monsters with horns and black wings slaughtering humans and drinking their blood."

"Only Eozen Continent has yet to be raided by them."

The elders heard the news with grave expressions. "We need to send help," someone spoke after a long silence.

"There are five people with space element, and three of them are capable of casting a long distance teleportation," Aleera spoke. "However, we are going to war, we would need potions and artifacts if we want to win. We are dealing something far greater than we ever did."

"I agree. We need to prepare," said Malion. He would have never agreed with her if it was any other time, but their survival was on the line, they had no time to play with each other.

"But it is not easy to produce rank 5 and 6 rank artifacts," said a dwarf, Helderer. "It takes weeks and sometimes even months to produce a single rank 6 artifact. As for rank 5—I might be able to make a single artifact in a day, others would take to produce rank 5 artifacts as long as I take to produce rank 6."

He wasn’t lying; one needed a long time to produce high ranking artifacts. Kadyn’s people could make a large number of artifacts if they had enough materials because of a special environment the shop provided them.

"It is same for me as well," said Malion. "Failing rate for rank 6 potions is too high. I might not be able to make it even in a month. But even if I make rank 5 potions—it would still take too long to make a large number of them."

"We don’t have that much time," said a red haired elder—his name was Yanthus and he was the one who had fought with Aleera and...lost. "Our enemy is becoming stronger every passing day. We need to take them down as soon as possible. Otherwise, we wouldn’t even stand a chance against them. Sephiran is out."

"Nonetheless," said Aleera. "We need to do something, with or without artifacts and potions—"

"Bang!"

The gate of the hall swung open. "Sister Aleera!" said a voice. Aleera and others turned towards the entrance with displeased looks and found Arba entering the hall while sweating profusely.

"How dare you interrupt our meeting, girl?!" shouted one of the elders.

Arba didn’t look at him at all and said to Aleera, "Sister Aleera, you need to come with me and see something."

Aleera looked at her and said, "We are in a very important meeting—"

"This matter is also important, if you find later that I wasted your time, you can punish me anyhow."

Aleera gave her a deep look and then nodded. "Alright, let’s see what’s so important that you are ready to take any punishment."