Arcane Academy: The Divine Extraction Legacy
chapter-524

"Whew~"

A surge of exhilaration washed over Eustace as he absorbed the news.

The birth of the Moonlight Specter spell held promise and potential. An extraordinary combination of powers was now at his disposal.

With a new Spell in his arsenal, he eagerly awaited the opportunity to test the spell's capabilities and witness the manifestation of the specters he could summon.

'That has to wait…' Eustace sighed as he checked the Spell Models in his body.

Apparently, he had realized that all of them only had about 10% of their energy. All his Spell Lights are almost gray!

It means that he had actually spent a lot of his energy just for a single Spell Fusion! It was better to just rest for now or drink some potions to recover his energy.

However, drinking such potions could build some natural resistance in his body, so he would only drink them when necessary.

Needless to say, he decided to take a rest instead.

"I'll probably miss my Ghost Hand Spell…" Eustace mused as he lay on his bed. He also felt quite tired after traveling for quite some time, and he certainly deserved a long rest.

***

The next day, Eustace found himself waking up later than usual, with the clock already striking noon.

A pang of hunger gnawed at his stomach, prompting him to swiftly cleanse himself before descending to the hotel's dining area in search of sustenance.

'Anything is good…' Eustace thought as he entered the bustling dining area.

He didn't expect that the room would be filled with numerous guests. Fortunately, luck was on his side. Another customer had just left, and he managed to secure a vacant seat.

He promptly placed an order for his meal, opting for a cold chicken sandwich, a comforting cup of warm broth, and a chilled pudding.

With his food served, Eustace savored each bite, relishing the flavors that were included as part of his room payment.

The satisfying meal replenished his energy, preparing him for the day ahead.

As he finished his meal, Eustace went outside to find a place to practice his Spells.

However, his attention was caught by a newspaper displayed on the walkway of the flower shop.

Curiosity piqued, he picked it up and skimmed through the pages. His eyes widened as he stumbled upon a headline that made him sigh.

He had already expected this since he extracted Keith's memories, but seeing it in the newspaper still felt different. He could only hope that nothing happened to his friends.

The headline read: "Vermont Academy Attacked: Inhumane Experiments Unveiled."

Unable to resist delving deeper into the story, Eustace decided to put off his plans to find a place to practice his Spells. He decided to purchase the newspaper for a small fee of 8 noll.

The ink on the pages revealed a grim reality—a conflict had erupted between the Holy Arts Faction and the Dark Arts Faction at the Vermont Academy.

According to the news, the Holy Arts Faction had discovered that the Dark Arts Faction was conducting inhumane experiments, leading to a clash of ideologies that ultimately culminated in the destruction of the esteemed Vermont Academy.

The details were scarce, but the repercussions of this revelation were undoubtedly far-reaching.

Of course, he doesn't trust the news too much as it could just be easily controlled by other Factions to favor their side.

Nevertheless, Eustace's mind buzzed with concern as he continued reading the article...

Luckily, the article mentioned how they are now hunting the Dark Magicians and capturing the students who had escaped through a mysterious portal leading to an unknown place. This news basically confirmed that they had failed to kill the students of the Academy.

'Portal? That's probably just the Teleportation Circle that Heinz told me before.' Eustace muttered as he recalled how Heinz had introduced the Academy to him before.

Eustace heaved a sigh of relief as there was a high chance that they could meet again.

In the end, he decided to go ahead and continue on his plan for the day.

***

Meanwhile, in another street not too far from Eustace, a middle-aged man was weakly sitting in front of his small stall.

His name was Theodore. He was a middle-aged cobbler, and at this time, he could feel the ominous presence of a paranormal event that had infiltrated his life.

Night after night, he experienced a draining sensation, as if an unseen force was siphoning away his life force, leaving him weakened and unable to focus on his work.

It was already in the middle of the day, and he only repaired a single pair of shoes!

Ever since he purchased his small house, this mysterious phenomenon had cast a dark shadow over his daily existence.

'This can't continue like this… Am I really being abandoned by the Paragons?' Theodore thought to himself.

As a devout believer in the Three Paragons, Theodore couldn't seek assistance from the church priests of the Fortune Goddess, Divine Sorcerer, and Lord of Secrets.

Apparently, the Church of the Three Paragons in the city had been closed for a disheartening period of five months, leaving him without the divine intervention he desperately sought.

Left with limited options, Theodore reluctantly turned to the Kirkham Arcanist Guild, a renowned organization known for their mastery of the arcane arts.

With a glimmer of hope, he posted a mission, reaching out for their expertise and aid in resolving the inexplicable affliction that tormented him.

Days turned into an agonizing wait, filled with mounting frustration and despair as Theodore's plea for help went unanswered.

Unfortunately, the small reward he could offer seemed to deter potential assistance, and after three long days, no one had come forward to accept his mission and provide a resolution to his pressing problem.

'Do I really have to convert to get assistance?'

As Theodore sat there, observing the bustling city streets, a sense of helplessness settled upon him.

He felt like a small, insignificant figure in a vast and indifferent world.