Magic's First Battle

Just as Lyka was lost in that blissful, floating sensation, the voice in his head sounded again.

"So comfortable. Why does it feel so good? There are still things to do."

The disjointed voice snapped Lyka back to his senses.

Seeing the others gradually recover after taking the potion, Lyka followed the crowd into the thick fog ahead.

The moment he stepped into the fog, the rush of energy the potion had given him seemed to be crushed beneath a mountain. Weariness swept over his once-excited mind.

Fortunately, the potion was strong enough. The others merely lost their initial excitement and felt much as they had outside the fog before taking it.

Realizing they had not fallen asleep, the five thousand people felt their nerves settle.

The Baku Clan's powerful dream-inducing ability had been overcome. Today, they would be the first to shatter the myth of the clan's near invincibility.

At the time, the tribal warriors knew nothing of forming a Battle Array to gather fighting spirit. In battle, they relied mostly on their own strength.

The five thousand warriors were therefore divided into temporary groups of a hundred. Led by their group leaders, they spread out and advanced on the Baku Clan at the heart of the fog from every direction.

And because the five thousand had been chosen by drawing lots at the last minute, no one noticed that Lyka had slipped in as an extra.

They crossed mountains and ridges, and the closer they came to the center of the fog, the more exhausted they felt.

Fortunately, the potion was still working. At worst, they felt drowsy without ever being able to fall asleep.

By the time they reached the Tapir Orcs, it was past midnight. They had covered nearly five hundred li at a forced march.