Magic Shop System

Chapter 228: Well of Suppression

Aleera smiled at the speakers and then shrugged. "What are you talking about?"

"Don’t try to act smart in front of me, Aleera," said the elf.

"We know what you are trying to do," said the dwarf. "You want to compete with us with that broken shop." He eyed her and then shook his head. "Don’t be stupid, you know, no one can compare us in the field of artifacts—"

"And no one can compete to us in the field of potion making," said the elf.

Aleera grinned; her eyes forming a crescent arc at the edges. "If no one can compare to your potions," she said while looking at the elf, and then turned towards the dwarf, "and your artifacts. Then why do you look so agitated? Are you afraid?"

The duo flushed, but they hide their embarrassment before it took form on their faces. "Humph," snorted the dwarf. "Don’t be stupid. I am just trying to warn you—you should spend your time somewhere else, and try to improve your strength. We don’t have much time left, and we can’t afford to waste our time."

"Well," said the elf from another side, "you can take our advice if you want, but don’t complain to us later if anything goes wrong. You are just a child in our eyes, after all."

"Child?" Aleera’s eyes flickered with dangerous light. She eyed an elder (he was the one she had fought previously, now he dare not speak in her matters.) with red hair, who looked away, not daring to meet her gaze. She curled her lips, turning towards the elf. "If you think I am a child, then why don’t you fight with me, Malion?"

The colour drained off elf’s face in no time. He had seen her fighting against Yanthus and knew he stood no chance against her. She would crush him in no time. His expertise lied in potion making, battle was not his forte. He couldn’t even imagine battling Aleera. She had two elements, and one of them was even Space.

Then Aleera turned towards dwarf and added, "Why don’t you add Helderer as well, and you two fight me together?"

The dwarf—Helderer—shrank back and hurriedly said, "Why are you so violent, girl?"

"What did you say, old man?" She looked at the dwarf, looking almost ready to pounce at her prey like a wild animal.

"Aleera—"

"Aleera. Remember that name," she said coldly, and placed her back against her chair, peering at the muscular dwarf with her icy eyes. "I’m not some girl, but one of the elders of the World Magic Alliance. You might be older than me but that doesn’t make you my elder."

The dwarf froze on the spot under her icy stare. He felt as if vipers were crawling over his skin and under his clothes. The drops of sweat gathered and dripped from his temples, bursting into millions of tiny particles on the ground.

Aleera retracted her gaze, and the dreadful feeling that Helderer was feeling immediately vanished. It had never felt such a feeling ever before. Even if she was stronger than him, he should not feel this way. He could not understand it, and that terrified him even more.

Aleera looked at Malion and smiled. "What do you say? Should we have a fight?"

The elf lifted his hands, looking at the red-haired elder and then shook his head. "Do whatever you want, but don’t blame us for crushing your shop. Elves are the sole rulers in the field of potions." He eyed Helderer, expecting a response from him, but the man remained silent. Not even meeting Malion’s gaze.

Malion felt frowned.

"We will see who crushes who," said Aleera, chuckling, and turned towards other elders. "Alright, what is the update about the Well of Suppression? Let’s discuss—"

She paused and turned towards the large mirror at the center of the hall like other elders and an image appeared on its surface and everyone’s face changed.

***

There was a forbidden place around hundred miles away from Vrilas: a vast body of water, spreading beyond the capability of human eyes to see its end. Not a single ripple could be seen at the surface of the water at the moment; it was weird—because the gusts of winds passed now and then over the surface of the lake. It was a creepy kind of silence; other than the rustling wind, there was no sound present.

A group of five people was sitting on top of a hill, glancing towards the lake from time to time. They were the elders of the World Magic Alliance. Four of them were rank five and one of them was rank 6 mage.

"Why does this darned place even exist?!" cursed one ranked 5 man, indignant and unsatisfied. "When would we get rid of this cursed place?"

"If it wasn’t for the Well of Suppression," said the leader of the group, "we wouldn’t even have existed in this world. So don’t complain like a child. We should feel grateful for our ancestors who sacrificed themselves for the future of Pengolla. Now this is our time to protect the world that belongs to us. We—"

"Boom!"

The leader froze and then jumped on his feet. He eyed the lake—Well of Suppression—and shouted, "Inform the Council the next wave is here, ask them to hurry up!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The entire lake started to tremble and waves after waves formed, gushing towards the surface, submerging hundreds of trees under it. The water crashed at the foot of a mountain, shaking its foundation.

Soon the water of the lake started to bubble. Then a few figures started to emerge from the lake. They had red skin, as if covered in blood, and long fangs visible at the corner of their mouths. They had bloodshot eyes, madness written in them.

The creatures roared and looked towards the elders of the World Magic Alliance before dashing towards them.

"Get ready to fight!" shouted the leader and everyone stood in a formation behind him.