When times were hard, only a few people were willing to step forward. But when it came time to share the spoils, everyone came running!
And so the banquet reached its climax!
At the banquet, Jaina met quite a few important figures, including the taciturn Ansirem and the mysterious Dalandan. He was so mysterious that no one had even seen his face to this day.
Jaina had gained a great deal from the evening. Although Modera wasn't very pleased with Taelan Fordring, she seemed to like Jaina quite a lot. She gave Jaina the precious Staff of Illusion and promised to take good care of her junior.
Taelan Fordring: I'm not dead yet! What's with that look, like you're about to hand a reward straight to the widow of some fool sent off to die?
After they settled the question of who would be sent to Grim Batol to die—no, who would go on the expedition—the conversation turned to the Orcs' lethargy!
"This is very strange," Modera said. "This isn't how they should be."
"I don't think this is lethargy," Antonidas said. "It's magic! The result of magic fading!" He paused, seemingly considering his words.
"Buff Magic Tide!" Taelan Fordring chimed in. "It puts a strain on the body."
Then he activated Fanaticism. An unparalleled power poured into the bodies of everyone present! Flames seemed to fill the entire hall.
Everyone felt as if they had advanced by an entire rank, reaching the heights they had always dreamed of.
Their strength and even their speed increased dramatically. The instant Taelan Fordring activated his Aura, Antonidas stepped into the Domain level. Ring after ring of blue light blossomed around him.
A Greater Brilliance Aura. It no longer consumed even a trace of mental energy, and his mana regenerated faster.
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