Return to the Sacred Forest! Primal Call! The Second "Limit: Initial"!

Night.

The moon shone like a mirror.

The witcher walked through the night within the Druid Circle of Myna. The surroundings were silent and empty, yet from behind patches of grass, bushes, and oak trees, he could always spot one or two pairs of brightly gleaming eyes.

It looked somewhat frightening, but they were mostly owls or some kind of nocturnal bird.

"I never thought that after coming to the witcher world, I'd still have to sit through a teacher running overtime." Ailin brushed his hand over the vivid red branches of a red-twig dogwood and muttered to himself.

Perhaps because they would be leaving the Druid Circle of Myna tomorrow for the Skellige Isles to complete the task assigned by the Grand Master, Zerby Ortega had lectured from morning until night. Whenever he was thirsty, he drank mountain springwater and rain dew collected by the druids.

Whenever they were hungry, Simmons, Orga, and Zerby Ortega each cast Nature's Gift (You can use Nature's Gift to cultivate a small cluster of edible plants in any type of soil) to grow berries and fill their stomachs.

It was not until late at night, when the moon hung high in the sky and both Simmons and Orga were yawning, that he finally stopped reluctantly.

However, the mention of Nature's Gift berries suddenly reminded Ailin of something Zerby Ortega had said.

[Prayer arts learned on your own are certainly not as powerful as those bestowed by Mother Nature. We call the prayer arts obtained from the Sacred Forest divine-bestowed prayer arts, or primal prayer arts...]

"In other words, the Blood Boil, Nature's Sight, Hidden Mark, Befriend Beast, Nature's Gift, and the final Curse Spell that even Zerby Ortega seemed unaware of are all those so-called divine-bestowed prayer arts, primal prayer arts."

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