War Mages!
The moment Borne saw Netheril's military war mages, a flood of information about Cormyr immediately surfaced in his mind.
Cormyr's war mages would become renowned across Faerûn in the future, masters of magic in warfare. They were battle-hardened, and under brutal training, their magic became unmatched. On the battlefield, they were unstoppable!
Borne's expression darkened slightly at the sudden memories.
Because he suddenly realized that Cormyr seemed to have been founded beside Netheril's borders. Combined with the shattering of the Weave, the fall of the Floating Cities, and the dispersal of the Netherese across the continent...
Uncle John's knightly legacy, Netheril's Court Mages, and the military's first-generation war mages.
Weren't these the predecessors of Cormyr's future Purple Dragon Knights, Royal Magicians, and war mages?
Borne's heart suddenly felt heavy. Sometimes, seeing through history was not a good thing. People were emotional. Having lived here for so long, he had already come to regard Netheril as his second homeland. This nation was just beginning to rise, yet he could seemingly see its future decline through the passage of time.
Borne silently clenched his fists, his desire to grow stronger becoming even more urgent!
Fortunately, everyone's attention was fixed on the battle, and no one noticed the change in Borne's mood.
The battle was now nearing its end. The area within a hundred meters had long since been reduced to ruins. Nearly half of the eight Corrupted had been slain, and the rest were huddled behind the rubble. Though no one on the military side had died, many had been injured. The war mages, on their first deployment, had not only failed to play a decisive role, but had even held the others back. Every one of them was wounded.
Hussein's face darkened as he watched from the sky. He