New Master

Thor's voice was like a refreshing spring, flowing into the hearts of everyone tormented by the pollution.

These wizards, who had received no real help and were merely struggling to hold on, had already been waiting for the judgment of fate; they never expected that someone would step forward now and offer to help them absorb the pollution.

Some who had heard of the physician Thor already stood up, their expressions a mix of disbelief and hidden anticipation.

But the majority of the people remained hesitant.

They were also afraid—afraid that a high-level wizard had decided they were beyond saving and had chosen to step in and finish them off.

At this moment, Byron and a group of others walked into the Promotion Array first, setting an example for those who were wavering.

Some wizards and Apprentices whose conditions were severe and whose minds were unsettled followed them inside.

Then came those whose conditions were relatively stable, but who had long heard of Thor's reputation.

Of course, a large portion of the crowd still stood where they were, unmoving.

They looked on with vigilance, terrified that what would descend upon them would be a killer.

Thor did not wait for everyone to enter.

By now, his Mental Power had recovered somewhat, enough to support him in casting simple Witchcraft. And beyond meditation, he had an even faster way to recover.

Several translucent gray tentacles, each the thickness of a thumb, grew out from under Thor's Wizard Robe, looking like the hanging stems of a spider plant.

As these tentacles touched the ground, they began to automatically seek out the nearby polluted individuals, pressing themselves against the parts of their bodies where the pollution was most severe.

Because more than thirty people were already standing in the array, over thirty translucent