A pillar-level organization held a seat in the Supreme Council of Wizards.
Ruger admitted that he felt a tiny spark of longing.
But not an especially fierce desire. Just like those modification spells and sublimation rituals, if one wanted to gain something in one aspect, one had to pay a price in another. He still remembered that fellow from the Knowledge Temple.
Ruger let out a soft breath and got his bearings. Burning Blood City at night was no great danger to him. Only wizard apprentices with unstable bloodlines like Old Lunse would fear it. As for him, he was merely furry-looking.
Suddenly, he spread his wings.
The cultivation of his Nightmare organs had temporarily come to an end.
He sensed the wings on his back, his toes lifting slightly from the ground. As expected, this thing was not very nimble here, though it could still barely be used. Its consumption had also increased considerably. If he drove it at full force, it would probably last half as long as before, after which it would devour a great deal of mental power.
He did not activate them to fly. After testing them for a moment, he drew them back into his back and let them dissipate.
He strolled leisurely toward Old Lunse Potion Shop.
He had only visited this district twice while purchasing supplies. He had not expected to appear somewhere so far away. This so-called stripping array was not very reliable either. He had thought he would emerge near the teleportation array, or directly beside the dining table at Old Lunse Potion Shop.
Ruger rolled on the spot.
He dodged a silver gleam that flew past him.
He got to his feet and kept walking.
The nearby alleys were all quiet, with no figures in sight. As for that