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And so the night went by for the both of them, and it was anything but slow or simple. Anirian nightlife tended to either be extremely pompous and most elite or the exact opposite to such an extent that it was rare Alistair made it through a single night of drinking. In Ragash, it was perfectly in the middle. It was true, they did know how to have a good time here.
The next morning saw Alistair standing outside the Madrassa, there was a painful ringing in his ears accompanied by a headache, but a quick spell ended both of those. Yes, one of the earliest spells that a Dreadlord initiates learned on their own initiative, the hangover cure.
The hum coming from the school was unsettling, almost cult-like to Alistair's ears, or maybe it was just some oath that seemed strange in a foreign language.
He shot Raziya a smirk before playfully elbowing her. "You weren't exactly sleeping either., maybe next-", Alistair never finished his sentence as his eyes focused in on what was going on. Instantly, his eyes narrowed as he step forward at a brisk pace.
His hands subconsciously began to pull at the mana around him, not crafting any spell, but ready to if needed.
"What is going on here?" His voice echoed switching to his commanding voice that he had learned ever since becoming a full Dreadlord.
The next morning saw Alistair standing outside the Madrassa, there was a painful ringing in his ears accompanied by a headache, but a quick spell ended both of those. Yes, one of the earliest spells that a Dreadlord initiates learned on their own initiative, the hangover cure.
The hum coming from the school was unsettling, almost cult-like to Alistair's ears, or maybe it was just some oath that seemed strange in a foreign language.
He shot Raziya a smirk before playfully elbowing her. "You weren't exactly sleeping either., maybe next-", Alistair never finished his sentence as his eyes focused in on what was going on. Instantly, his eyes narrowed as he step forward at a brisk pace.
His hands subconsciously began to pull at the mana around him, not crafting any spell, but ready to if needed.
"What is going on here?" His voice echoed switching to his commanding voice that he had learned ever since becoming a full Dreadlord.