Basil Basil was a quiet and studious person. His parents had been telling him this since before he could remember. Even now, he didn’t have a whole lot of friends, but that was ok. It wasn’t as if he didn’t like people or was difficult to get along with. He just preferred to spend his time tending his pnts – and all too often, the entire day would pass him by before he even noticed. Even his teacher, Eliyen, joked that his distra would nd him in a boiling cauldron of trouble someday. Perhaps it was fate, then, that he had bee so absorbed in his Blue Mana Grass cultivation project that he had entirely fotten to deliver the kindly old Wood Elf’s herb-gathering quest to the Adventurers Guild.

  Which was why he now found himself stuck outside after dark – past the curfew.

  He stared anxiously back down the dark alleyway, hunched over with his hands on his knees, panting as he tried in vain to catch his breath. He shivered. I o get out of here. He had no idea where he was; some dark, trash-filled alleyway that stank of urine and something unsavory slowly rotting away in the far er. They will catch up any moment. But his legs were jelly, and his stamina was running low. It was now that he wished he had more friends; friends who might have been strong enough to swoop in and rescue him from his predit.

  Basil had known about the Goblins, of course. Everybody did. The story of Bjorn carrying a monstrous Bugbear across the entire length of Myrin’s Keep to ander Brand’s office had swept through the town like wildfire through dry grass. But Goblins were supposed to be a problem for the guards manning the battlements, not for cssless people like himself. He had no i in swords, armor, and the csh of battle. He was going to be an Herbalist just like Eliyen. He had trusted the guards to take care of the Goblins that were outside the town walls.

  So how are they ihe towhought desperately. And why are they after me?

  The screeg cries of the hunting Goblins echoed from around the er, growing closer, sending the chill fingers of fear rag down his spine.

  I o run!

  His throat burned fred breathing. A scowling gray-green Goblin face suddenly popped into view around the er a out a shrill whooping call at the sight of him – a screech that was echoed by several Goblin voices and the gut-g pitter-patter of half a dozen pairs of bare feet spping against cobblestones.

  They found me!

  He turned and fled down the alley, still gasping for breath. I should scream. But the very idea of screaming was embarrassing – what if someone heard me? – and he barely had enough breath left to run.

  He heard the whoosh as an arrow clipped his right ear, shattering against the stone wall by his head, spraying his cheek with sharp splinters of wood.

  He screamed; embarrassment gone in a fsh. “Help! Anybody! Help!”

  His voice sounded high-pitched and panicked, eg back from the walls of this deserted alleyway, but he didn’t care. What happens when my stamina runs out? Goblins ate people. They ate them alive. He had been near enough to see those sharpened yellow teeth and he could almost feel them ripping and tearing through his flesh already.

  I’m not old enough to be eate! his thoughts wailed.

  Basil careened around a er, crashing off the wall, and sprinted headlong down the alley at a dead run, ign the bruise already f on his right shoulder. The screeches behind him grew louder by the moment. His lungs screamed their agony as they bored to get enough air, his vision already flickering and shimmering. I ’t pass out! He scrambled around another er, tripping over a broken woodeable crate as the arrows smashed into the side of the buildio him. It was a miracle he hadn’t been hit yet.

  How do they run so fast with such short legs? It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. He just wao be ba Eliyen’s cozy shop, tending to his stubbrass.

  As he rouhe er, he skidded to a desperate stop, eyes widening in terror. Dead ter in the alleyway ahead stood a red-scaled monster. Dozens of sharp fangs gleamed in its predatory snarl. It wielded an intense ball of roiling fire that hovered above a cwed hand while it gred at him with eyes that glowed red in the darkness.

  “Please duck.”

  The ingruously pleasant female voice called out from the shadows somewhere behind the monster, freezing his mind in fusion. The words bounced around inside his head, trying to ect with the desperate situation in which he found himself. Beyond the Kobold, behind a glowing wall of golden magic, stood a three-foot-tall girl with green hair and delicately pointed ears. She had her head cocked a little to the side staring at him with a curious expression in her amber eyes.

  Mage [A] – Fae – level ??Mage – Kobold – level ??

  The Goblins careened around the er behind him, with a chorus of raucous hooting and h, blog his only escape. I’m trapped! Stuck between the monstrous Kobold holding fme within its cws, and the vicious teeth and arrows of the Goblins trying to eat him, he quailed, his body trembling with exhaustion and indecision.

  “Duck!” she called again.

  Basil gasped in surprise as his mind suddenly ected the words to the rapidly intensifying Kobold fire magic. Desperately, he threw himself to the filthy ground. Even before he nded in a heap, a bzing ball of fire and seari hurtled over his prone body and down the alley, exploding with a deafenionation somewhere behind him. The shock rattled his bohrough the painful ringing in his ears, he heard screeches ahumps as bodies hit walls and bounced onto the ground. Basil torted himself to look bad immediately wished he had not. The alley was an inferno, filled with fmes that dripped down the walls, hungrily ing the piles of trash. Waves of heat radiated over him as the ing stene and charred meat filled his lungs. Several bck shapes wielding gleaming daggers set upon the burning Goblins, while indest arrows rained down like shooting stars from above.

  “What is happening?” he whimpered.

  “You should be safe now, are you hurt?” she asked.

  Relief surged through him, bining with his overdose of adrenalio leave his body shaking. That part of his brain unected to the danger of what had just happened observed that his savior was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. A Fae? She must be. So tiny!

  “Uh, th… thank you,” he stammered.

  “What are you doing out here at night?” she asked him. “It’s past curfew.”

  “Um. I… I o give this to the guild.” With a trembling hand, he offered the list Eliyen had given him.

  “Looks like a job request,” she noted, as if talking to someone else.

  “Let’s escort him to the guild,” a calm, eloquent male voice replied. “We o report that there are Goblins ihe walls immediately. This takes priority over our patrol.”

  Basil gnced up at the sound of the new voice to see a Half-elf nimbly leaping down from the roof, with a bow held ready in his hand.

  The girl nodded and handed his list back.

  “Hi, I’m Aliandra, and this is . What’s your name?”

  The heavy oak doors of the guild creaked as they swung open, illuminating Mato and Malika in a pool of light that briefly drove back the darkness, at least till they entered, and the doors smmed shut again. Nobody was taking any ces.

  “Hey, Mato, you help me with something?” asked, leaping to his feet from the couch by the hearth where he and Ali had been waiting. Basil had been safely escorted home, and his herb colle quest now graced the quest board. Mieriel assured him that the garrison would be notified of the presence of Goblins within the walls immediately.

  “Sure, what’s up?” Mato asked, his feet thumping heavily against the carpeted wooden floor as he and Malika came over to join them. “How was your patrol?”

  “That’s what I wao ask you; we ran into some Goblins.”

  “Iown?” Malika asked incredulously.

  “Yes.”

  “You warag them?” Mato asked, intuitively grasping what he wanted before could even say it. The Goblin trail would be nearly impossible to track across the stone of the town’s streets, even with his magic. But Goblins stank. Mato’s wolf senses should be able to track the st.

  nodded. “Yup, before the trail gets too old. Ali ed up the corpses so there won’t be a widespread pani the m, but I show you where we found them.”

  “Sure, let’s go.”

  “We’ll probably be out for a while,” said, turning to Ali and Malika. “Meet you back at the Grove?”

  “Sounds good,” Ali answered. “Be careful.”

  “Good hunting,” Malika offered.

  nodded and then headed outside. As soon as they left the guild, he took off, sprinting down the winding back-alleys, leading Mato quickly to the interse where he and Ali had faced the Goblin Sgers, and rescued Basil. As soon as they reached it, Mato transformed, taking the form of the giant wolf – didn’t even have to say anything, the stench of cooked Goblin still hung heavily in the air.

  Ali’s Fire Mage sure is terrifying. With a single spell, it had fttened aire group of Goblins, leaving them flopping weakly on the ground for him and the rogues to finish off. Not that the Goblins had been particurly strong, but still, it had been an eye-opener.

  watched closely as Mato circled a few times, hairy snout snuffling through the dirt and rubbish, but then Mato looked up at him with a half-bark, half-growl and took off down a side street, clearly having found the st.

  Perfect. followed at a steady jog, his high dexterity allowing him to keep pace with ease. He sed the pavements and cobblestones for any further signs, using Explorer to pick up the occasional firmation of their path: shattered arrow splinters lying on the ground, broken windows, overturrash piles, and other unsavory signs of Goblin passage. Ahem. He grabbed his nose. Yes, their toilet habits left much to be desired.

  The alley turned into a dead-end, with a familiar-looking, but mangled, iron sewer grate lying discarded against the back wall as a clear signpost pointing out where the Goblins had breached the town’s defenses. I didn’t even know there was a sewer entran this part of town. Mato’s form shifted back as he examihe yawning hole, now dangerously unprotected, just waiting for someoo trip and fall in. “Definitely down here,” he said, before desding the rusted iron staples that formed a crude dder down into the darkness.

  shimmied down the dder, nding softly beside Mato as his form blurred into a wolf once again. It itch b the sewer, and although he could see quite well with his perception skill, he still summoned a mote of light to follow them.

  Down here in the dank and crumbling sewers, the scuff marks and footprints in the muck stood out clearly to his Explorer skill, telling the tale of the Goblins’ incursion. The two of them sprinted dowunnel, following the trail, to the sounds of soft dripping water and the sloshing of the sewer el.

  ***

  “What do you think?” asked as Mato shifted back to his Beastkin form. His hand reached for the rope down into the cavern, and the jagged pile of stone and rock that had fallen below. Stretg away in a broad expanse below them, visible even from this distance, he could see Ali’s moss and trees, with the tiny glowing mushrooms sparkling golden in the dark, like a dusting of stars that had fallen to the ground.

  She’s been busy.

  “We o find a way to block the sewer entrances, or protect them, I just don’t know how, short of stationing guards,” Mato said. They had followed the Goblin tracks, finding three separate entrances into the Myrin’s Keep sewer system. Along the way, they had had to kill a handful of Goblin Sgers, demonstrating that the incursion was not an isoted i.

  “Maybe Ali help us out?” suggested, his eyes still focused on Ali’s work below. She had extended her pnts out across the cavern so far that her trees now butted up against the new giao the south end of the cavern.

  “Let’s go ask,” Mato replied.

  Aliandra The bck oak snapped into pce as her spell pleted, and Ali examihe result with satisfa.

  Grimoire of Summoning has reached level 12.

  Nice! Another chapter!

  She had easily reached the southern ke iime since she and Malika had returned, and she was broadening the reach of her domain to fill up the remaining space. Before anything else takes it. I really hope this makes a differe feels right.

  “Hey,” Mato’s voice called out from nearby.

  Ali looked up to find him and pig their way through the mud to where she was w.

  “Did you find them?” Malika asked, stopping in the middle of one of her kig drills.

  “Yes,” answered. “We found three entrances where they’re getting in. Ali, do you think you help us secure it?”

  “What do you need? I summon some rock to block them, maybe?” They o secure the sewer entrances – even she khat. All the guards and walls in the world would be worthless if there was a direct passage into the ter of the town.

  Basil’s face had been terrified as he fled the Goblins – and rightly so. If she and hadn’t been there, he would certainly have died. Goblins had csses, or at least these did, and bat csses dominated against those without csses, or even against higher-level artisans or merts without defensive skills. Allowing the Goblins free rein to ehe town would be an unmitigated disaster.

  “Two of the entrances we found be blocked in that way, but the st one is going to be hard. It’s right above the end of that ke, actually.” poio the rge ke Ali had created. “The Goblins have been sg the cliffs to get in. I think we o set up a guard there or something.”

  “ we pletely block the tunnel?” Ali’s stone imprint was good for stuff like this.

  “Only if we want a ke of sewage to back up behind it. It’s the main outflow from the south of the town.”

  “What do we do, then?” Ali asked.

  “I’m not sure. I already let Mieriel know, and she is going to inform ander Brand. Till then, I was thinking maybe you could put some minions there to guard it? row something that partially blocks the outflow?” he said, trailing off.

  Hmm… Ali sidered the problem, but she didn’t have a lot of options that fit what he was describing.

  “How about dinner?” Mato asked, interruptihoughts with the rattle and crash of pans and cookware appearing from his ring. “ and I cleared the tunnels, so the town should be safe for a bit. We discuss ideas while we eat.”

  ***

  Ali sidered the problem while Mato peeled and chopped vegetables into a pot. The others had brought up several ideas so far, but nothing seemed particurly promising. I could just leave a few Kobolds there. The issue was that the Kobolds were expensive, and they could only be in one pce. It would be rather ineffit to guard the entrand not be able to use them for anything else. While her mana pool had grown enormously from the expansion of her domain through the southern part of the cavern, it was still a lot for a perma guard.

  “I wish it wasn’t quite so far away,” Ali mused.

  “Perhaps not helpful for the immediate problem, but you could grow your pnts up there in the sewer. At least the moss and the mushrooms,” suggested.

  “I didn’t think of that.” It was an intriguing idea. The sewer had not been filled with dungeon mana and nobody would mind if she took over that space. It would definitely give her anely free, area to expand through. “Not sure how I get my domain up through the hole to that level though. Perhaps I grow a tree close to the rockfall?” Moss on the walls, maybe?

  “It’s a shit job for sure,” Malika put in, drawing an exaggerated groan from .

  “What about using an ivy or a creeper pnt?” Mato suggested. “There’s a few that could be very easy to collect without even leaving town.”

  “Oh, that’s a good idea,” Ali said. She had just earned a neter in her Grimoire, so it might even be something she wao try.

  “I’ll grab a bunext time I’m in town,” he said.

  She had sidered growing pnts, blog the entrances with stone, or even stationing Kobolds as guards, but she had oher skill that might prove useful.

  “Hey, Mato, I borrow your Druid book for a bit? I have an idea.”

  “Sure,” he said, making it appear and handing it to her.

  “Thanks!” Ali took the book and sed through the table of tents, searg for what she was sure must be there. It was rather strao be looking for the skill she had removed, but she found it quickly enough: Grasping Roots. She turo the relevant chapter and began to read. Even though she used to have the skill, she hadn’t really learned the spell. The skill simply took care of that stuff for her, but for her Runic Script, she would have to learn it the hard way. She tio study, feeling her Sage of Learning drawing from her mana pool as she began to uhe runic structure of the magical formation she needed.

  Sage of Learning has reached level 9.

  She carefully set the book down beside her and began to inscribe the magic she had just learned. It still took a few minutes, but, to her immeisfa, she mao get it right the first time.

  Grasping Roots – level 1 (Nature)Summons Grasping Roots on anythiering the circle.Runic Circle

  Your reserved mana has increased by +5.

  Ali examined her creation. The glowing green runes enclosed an area of about two meters in diameter. The spell was such that the size would be adjustable – at least within reason – at the time she inscribed it.

  And it’s cheap. It probably wouldn’t be much use against higher-level Goblins, or the rger ones like Bugbears, but and Mato had said that most of the intruders had been Sgers – the primary scouts of this horde.

  “What do you guys think of this?” Ali asked, pointing at her circle.

  “Think of what?” asked.

  “You ’t see it?”

  “I see something is there, but not what it is,” he answered, squinting his eyes ically.

  “Oh. It’s a runic circle with the Grasping Roots spell. Level one.” It surprised her that couldn’t see it. Ali had just identified the circle and the information had been there as intuitively as identifying a person. It must be Runic Script, she realized. Her knowledge skill was enhang her Identify without her even notig.

  “That’s a good idea,” said. “Is it expensive?”

  “This one is only five mana at my current level,” Ali answered. “What if I make some cheaper creatures and these circles at the sewer entrance?” She had just retly learhe imprint for Toxic Slime, and now she might actually get some real use out of the blobby creatures.

  “It’s like a trap and a few monsters, I like it,” answered.

  ***

  Her pn had to wait a day before she could implement it. The vanguard of the Goblin horde had arrived ht, and the garrison put in an urgent order for more arrows. Ali had spent a few hours making those before she and had takeurn orol roster once again.

  They killed several Goblins hiding ireets and alleys during their patrols. While they didn’t have to e to anyone’s immediate rescue like the previous night, Ali was certain they had saved lives by wiping out the Goblins who had figured out how to infiltrate the town. But their mere presence highlighted the urgency of figuring out how to block the sewers. Apparently, the garrison was far too busy preventing the main body of the Goblin horde from sg the walls.

  “Here you go,” Mato said, dumping a pile of dark green ivy on the mossy ground beside the rockfall, summoned from his ring.

  “Thanks!” Ali immediately destructed all of it. Eager to set their pn into motion, she had already extended her domain all the way to the rock pile uhe sewer entrance. She had been in the process of removing the loose rod attempting to make a el to divert the flow of sewage away from her domain when Mato had finally arrived bringing the essential po.

  Imprint: Ivy pleted.

  Ali’s Grimoire obligingly opeo the st remaining bnk chapter, and she quickly itted her imprint to its pages, expanding the book yet again. So far, her Grimoire had awarded her a chapter per skill level, and every time she learned somethihe book would add pages, expanding in size.

  He will it get? she wondered, marveling at he it already was. It erficial vanity, but she just loved being able to whip out an enormous magical spellbook whenever she wanted.

  She turned her attention back to her pnts, and because she had been spending so much time growing them tely, she couldn’t help but notice the effeato’s aura.

  “What are you doing with your aura?” she asked. “The pnts are growing.” It was a subtle effect, but she could see delicate tendrils and ribbons of his mana suffusing the area. Stratle ethereal leaves appeared to float around for a bit before fading. Uhe influence of this tinuous magic, the pnts she had made seemed to shift infinitesimally as if reag hungrily for the mana.

  “Ever since Arboreal Sanctuary got Advanced Regeion, it shares my regeion with everything I sider an ally. Including pnts.”

  “Why including pnts?”

  He shrugged. “I’m a Druid.”

  I suppose that makes sense, she thought. Although, Ali thought it might have a lot more to do with Mato’s love of pnts and nature than the fact that he was a Druid. Or perhaps he is a Druid because of that. “Seems useful,” she observed.

  “I ’t turn it off,” Mato said, grumbling. “I’m starting to grow stuff in town. Nobody has noticed yet, but I tell.”

  Ali could certaihize. Passive skills were powerful, but they definitely had their drawbacks. She had experie with both Are Insight and Sage of Learning.

  Ali eled her mana into her ivy imprint and, after a surprisingly short time, and not very much mana used, her spell pleted, leaving her with a small pnt with two leaves on the ground. It was less than teimeters tall.

  Aah, not what I expected. She k down and carefully ied the tiny ivy pnt she had made, but the only thing she could think of was how she had extended her mana usage to create several arrows simultaneously. Perhaps something like that will work? She gave it a try, eling more mana into her imprint this time. She stretched it out in a way that seemed intuitive, aiming her magic along the wall from the ground upward. The runic patterns and structs greidly across the rock face mirr the dire of her will, drawing more and more mana as she focused higher and higher. Eventually, the streamers of magic climbed up through the hole beside the dangling rope, and Ali decided to see if that was enough. She halted her mana and the spell suddenly pleted. All the runes coalesced into a thick wall of ivy stretg from the ground up the rock fad into the sewer via the hole.

  The ivy did not have any special mana affinity, so Ali expected it would behave much like the trees, and indeed, she could already see the newly created pnt beginning to siphon mana from the domaihe ground and draw it up the rock wall into the sewers above.

  “Looks like it works perfectly,” she smiled at Mato. “Thank you!”

  “No problem,” he answered, gruffly.

  Ali hauled herself boriously up the rope, accepting ’s offered hand at the top. She was huffing and puffing from the exertion, and envious of the others with their higher physical attributes.

  “I’ll be the lookout while you work yic,” offered.

  “It’ll take a while,” Ali admitted. While her magic was quick, pnting things, especially on the scale they would need here, took a surprisingly long time.

  “I don’t mind,” he answered, smiling at her.

  By the bright clear light of ’s magic, Ali studied the deg brick of the sewer walls and the floor, both of which seemed treacherously unstable. Her dark green ivy had grown all the through the hole in the floor and even part the brick walls of the sewer, seemingly unbothered by the total ck of sunshihe room stank from the thick brown sludge that flowed through the tral el and out through the hole in the ground and into the cavern below. Ali was so grateful had pced the rope to the side so that she didn’t have to get spshed.

  Several of her Kobold minions began sg the rope to join them, but Ali didn’t wait. The tunended away into the darkness, and she had a lot of ground to cover. Trying the same teique she used with the ivy, Ali eled mana into her moss imprint and began to carpet the floor of the tunnel. She had to switch it up a few times to ensure she nting enough of the Verdant Moss rather than the Feather Moss. For a while, she regretted learning the Feather Moss because it had made pnting her domain harder, but she simply learo alternate quickly enough so that the randomness of her Grimoire wouldn’t unduly affect her goal.

  Ali began to walk slowly down the sewer tunnel. Green moss rippled outward from around her feet, growing stantly as she eled a tinuous stream of mana through her Grimoire. vanished from sight, but she didn’t mind. His light was following her, so she knew he would be nearby. A few mier he firmed by reappearing and dumping the corpse of a Sewer Rat beside her.

  “For your mana,” he said and vanished again.

  Oh, perfect. She destructed it, replenishing some of her spent mana with the heady rush from her skill. “You guys go hunt too,” she told her Kobolds. “Bring me back the corpses of anything you kill.”

  She created a whole line of mushrooms alongside the sewer el and then paused to destruct a sed corpse that had been dropped off while she was busy. She was about to destruct the Bed Deathcaps and Forest Amanitas as usual, when she caught herself.

  That looks odd. Unusually intense mana surrouhe mushrooms she had just pnted, particurly around the Bed Deathcaps, f little bck vortices that extended out into the immediate surroundings. The mushrooms seemed to be drawing in a rge amount of mana and expelling it as purified mana. Of course, it was death affinity mana, showing up with that fusingly bright bck color she was growing aced to from her Are Insight.

  She leaned in a little closer, trying to figure out what was going on. As she studied the mana flow, she realized that the mushrooms were voraciously sug mana from the soiled water in the sewer el. And sure enough, the flow of brown sludge downstream seemed just a little clearer after it passed her mushroom patch.

  Fasated, she created several more patches of mushrooms, not g particurly which varieties she got. As the mana began to flow, they too began glowing, drawing in mana from the soiled sewer water and expelling it in whatever affinity they had. Suddenly, it became clear to her.

  They’re feeding on the dead anic matter ier.

  It made a lot of sense – ordinary mushrooms fed oh and deg matter. The only difference was that these mushrooms were attached to her domain and transf it into mana which was being expelled as a byproduct. If I pnt enough of them, I the water? She found the idea of eliminating the sewer smell remarkably appealing and decided right there and then that the unwanted mushrooms could stay in this part of her domain.

  guided her through the maze of sewer tunnels as more and more side passages joined, filling the sewage el till it was wide enough that Ali wouldn’t attempt to jump across. Finally, she reached the end – a brokeal grate with cracked and shattered brick all around.

  “This is it,” said. “We’re right below the south wall of town, and right above your ke. The Goblins have been sg the cliffs to reach this outlet and sneaking in through there.” He poio where the protective metal grate had rusted through, just wide enough for her – or a small Goblin – tle by.

  Ali approached cautiously, pressed up against the wall for safety. She could see why had said blog it wouldn’t work – it looked like ara weight might send the ehing crashing down to the ground far below. She stared down through a hole in the floor, following the foul waterfall as it uself out into the outside world, casg into an old riverbed far below.

  Arrayed below them, she had a perfect view of the horde of Goblins that covered the once-verdant fields to the south of town like a pgue of locusts.

  “What is that water leaking out at the bottom?” Ali asked. Far below there seemed to be a small trickle of water seeping out of the foundations of the cliff fad joining the waterfall of sewage in the old riverbed.

  “I think that’s your ke leaking out through the rocks.”

  Ali reoriented her picture in her mind, pg her cavern below her feet in the way described before she grasped it. It was deceptively high up pared to what she had thought, but that made seo her because the cavern below was so vast.

  Ali crept back to the retive safety of the tuime to get started.

  She wielded her mana once again, via Runic Script, etg the ground with her magic. A mier, her runic circle fred to life, filling the entire side of the tunnel from the crumbling wall to the edge of the sewage el. Then she opened her Grimoire and began summoning. Surprisingly quickly, a murky green-brown blob materialized before her, wobbling for a moment before slithering away to submerge itself in the foul stream.

  Well, that seems appropriate. She tinued, summoning several more Toxic Slimes to act as guards for this location. Her pn didn’t have much subtlety to it. The Grasping Roots circle would grapple with the Goblins, holding them in pce while the slimes ate or poisohem. For anything more dangerous – something capable of wiping out her slimes – she should be able to tell as soon as her mana reservation snapped – and she could warn someone.

  Simple pns are the best. She just hoped it would work – but at least had thought it was clever.

  “I found you a good spot for the rap,” said, pointing dowunnel.

  A few hours ter, she was done, having created ten runic circles and almost thirty slimes.

  Runic Script has reached level 9.Your reserved mana has increased by +196.

  It’s a good thing they’re individually cheap. And I have more mana from my domain now.

  timewalk