Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 333 The True Mirror City
"Lord Gris, we can't wait any longer. Neverwinter's meticulously planned attack is aimed at shaking our foundations. Once the main tower falls, how will our Brotherhood defend Luskan, and how will we withstand Neverwinter's upcoming offensive?"

Blasca spoke with great fervor and sincerity, as if he were genuinely worried about his organization and the city he belonged to.

If they hadn't already vaguely known that this vice president was the one who caused this huge trouble, the surrounding members would have almost felt a little bit moved, a rare occurrence.

However, this decision wasn't something that could be made by simply gritting his teeth; Akram knew better than anyone the cost of using his last trump card.

"Activate the phase barrier; now is not the time to worry about these things."

The suggestion from his most trusted companion, the green flame wizard Quelta, led Akram to make his final decision.

"So be it."

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As the instructions were given to the tower spirit and the password was verified, the entire mage tower began to shake violently in an instant.

The increase was so exaggerated that even Zhang Yuan, who was observing from a distance, could clearly see the tower swaying. What concerned him even more was that this swaying was not like the pendulum-like swaying of a high-rise building during an earthquake, but rather like the irregular trembling and distortion of a television screen that would freeze in his previous life.

The tremors grew more intense, even rippling across the surface of the tower.

The upheaval lasted less than ten breaths before abruptly ending, and all the tremors subsided, leaving everything calm as if nothing had ever happened.

The tower was still the same tower, and the barrier was still dazzling, but there was a vague feeling that something had changed.

Originally, in the eyes of Grimwald and the others, the power that ruled over all directions and drew power from the magic network and other planes to gather here was so high in energy level and so close to the magic network that the magic network itself was distorted, just like a massive celestial body would bend dimensional space.

Now, the Arcane Tower, with its extraordinary aura, remains extraordinary, but the oppressive feeling that once cast a shadow directly on one's senses has diminished considerably.

Zhang Yuan, who was far away on the ship, saw all of this. Although he vaguely felt that something was wrong and guessed that it should involve changes in space, he was separated by a perspective and his own magical cultivation was quite lacking. He could only speculate wildly. For a moment, he was extremely anxious and wished he could open a portal to go to the scene and witness it firsthand.

“Akram is quite capable.”

The old dean simply offered a word of praise, showing no particular surprise; his long years of experience and perspective were extraordinary.

Tyrantir, who was standing nearby, observed very carefully and then said, "Phase Barrier, this should be the Brotherhood's last barrier."

As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at the Void Mask behind him, saying, seemingly casually:
"The Arcane Tower in front of us is actually just a projection of her in the prime plane. Her true form has moved to another parallel plane or a plane gap. This is indeed the most effective way to avoid the disintegration and collapse of space."

Indeed, as Tyrantir said, the spreading black lines unstoppably covered most of the West Tower, making the entire tower look like a fragmented image that could collapse at any moment.

But it's just an image.

Despite being pierced by countless black lines, the mirror did not shed a single fragment. No matter how the mirror was struck, it could not cause any harm to the person in the mirror.

At this moment, the Brotherhood spellcasters inside the Arcane Tower breathed a sigh of relief, while Akram felt a pang of regret. He silently glanced at Blaska, his thoughts unknown to outsiders.

"It seems we've blocked it. Well then, let's give Luskan's old friends a final big gift." The old dean looked kind and gentle, as if he were truly saying goodbye to his longtime friends.

As he spoke, he took out a small round ball, no bigger than an apple, with a pale golden color. Its texture was not like a solid, but rather like an extremely thick fluid, which dripped in his palm like molten gold.

The moment this somewhat peculiar little gadget, which resembled a toy, appeared in the old dean's hands, the other high-ranking mages were fine, just a little curious, but Tyrantir and Baras both had slightly changed expressions, and their gazes became more cautious.

"Heavy magic!"

The somewhat heated word was uttered by Balas in a syllable-by-syllable manner.

The seemingly soft and bouncy golden dumpling is no mere toy. This extraordinary object, which holds a place in the history of arcane magic, was first discovered by the Archmage Karthus. Its essence is similar to the product of high-energy, high-mass magic, and it has outstanding performance and unique effects in many spell applications.

Not only can it greatly enhance the power of spells, achieving near-maximum effects, its most typical characteristic is its adhesion.

Heavy magic can adhere magic to its own surface like chewing gum, preserving it and even sticking it to objects or even the human body.

This is almost a combination of several super magic techniques, including extreme effects, triggers, fixed casts, enchantments, etc., and it is convenient and quick.

It is precisely because of these wondrous properties that heavy magic has always been valued and utilized by the arcanists of that time.

At that time, Netheril also possessed their most dazzling treasure—the Mistrell Core.

Each Miser core, like a neutron star, twists and usurps the magic network within the area, providing an almost inexhaustible supply of energy and magic.

Unfortunately, times have changed, and the former glory of Netheril has been lost in the long river of time, buried under the endless yellow sands of the Bison Desert.

Heavy magic, a product rarely generated naturally but rather created by arcanists themselves or through the Mistrean core, gradually faded from the view of ordinary spellcasters, eventually becoming a treasure in the hands of a few top masters.

However, for Tyrantil and Barath at their level, heavy magic power is not some rare treasure. What really bothers them is that the old headmaster's use of heavy magic power at this moment was not part of the original plan.

"It's just a little trick, I can handle it myself. You guys prepare for the return trip."

The old dean waved his hand to signal his two apprentices, then raised his palm to make the golden sphere float in front of him before beginning to cast a spell.

Inside the mage tower, the Brotherhood members, witnessing this action, tensed up once again, and Akram's expression was also uncertain.

Currently, both sides are retreating behind their protective barriers. Neither the astral barrier nor the phase barrier can be breached in a short time, so there is no need to worry too much.

But when he thought about the methods the other party had used before, he couldn't help but feel very wary, especially since they had used something like heavy magic.

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