Even if Esdras couldn't feel the might of the Master mage Ashran through the Spy eyes, he was convinced by that display of power.

It was something out of the imaginations of most people. A horrific storm, that was the best description of the onslaught of spells that were cast simultaneously to destroy an army entirely.

Stranger still was the fact that the city was completely unharmed by the mini earthquake that was happening right outside the gates, this was unscientific.

Belkazak finally broke out of his earthen prison and roared in rage at his dying army, sparks of lightning flew off his axe and he was propelled in the air as if he was a cannon ball towards the levitating Master mage.

Lightning and storm winds enveloped his form, his power was a sight to behold, the air seemed to cry as his form cut through the distance in a few breaths. From the outside he looked like the manifestation of the rage of nature, here to deliver divine judgment.

The Master mage remained expressionless and merely pointed at the approaching monster, suddenly a dark purple ray of light struck Belkazak mid-flight and everything was dispelled. The wind and lightning nowhere to be seen.

A dark purple sphere of light locked Belkazak's giant frame in place, his limbs were each tied with that dark energy rings and he was spayed like fool.

The Master mage's eyes gleamed in amusement when the four limbs of the first orc king were torn off mercilessly with an invisible force. His head is cut cleanly by that same force and his body is twisted like a worn off rag and mutilated into a lump of flesh.

The Master mage then threw off the head of the orc king to the soldiers on the walls who cheered in excitement after a long moment of hesitation.

When the battle is finally won, and the orc army is vanquished, the soldiers and citizens turn to the master mage with reverence and gratitude.

They know that they owe their lives and their victory to his incredible power and unwavering determination.

From that moment on, the master mage will become even more of a legendary figure in their hearts and minds, a symbol of hope and strength that will never be forgotten.

Esdras watched the battle unfold through his magic item, his eyes glued to the screen as the orc army approaches the city. He sees the master mage step forward, his power palpable even through the lens of the magic item.

As the battle came to a close, Esdras can't help but notice that the Master mage seems to be focusing on something specific. He watched as the mage casts spells with incredible precision, his attention drawn to a figure at the back of the orc army.

Esdras strains his eyes to get a better look, and he saw the Great Shaman, holding a staff that seems to glow with an otherworldly light. He wondered why the master mage seems so interested in this shaman and his staff, especially when he ruthlessly destroyed the rest of the orc army.

As the battle comes to an end and the city celebrates its victory, Esdras continues to watch the Master mage. He sees the mage move with purpose, his eyes fixed on the Great Shaman and his staff. Esdras feels a sense of unease, wondering what the mage planed to do.

Suddenly, the master mage lunges forward, his hand outstretched. Esdras gasps as he watches the mage seize the staff from the Great Shaman's grasp. The shaman falls to the ground, helpless without his magical conduit.

He is then crushed to death by his fall. The trolls get captured in dark purple spheres and get sent into the city far away, probably to the Master mage's castle.

As the dust settles, the mage stands alone above the walls of the city, in the air like a god. The orc army has been utterly destroyed, and the city has been saved from certain doom. The defenders, stunned and grateful, gather around the mage in awe and wonder at his incredible power.

The Master mage then returned the land outside to normal, closing the fissures back and burying a majority of the orcs in the process.

The king quickly orders the remaining soldiers to go out and finish off the remaining orcs who were luck to survive and run away.

Esdras watched as the Master mage quickly departs from the city walls and back to his castle, seemingly unconcerned with the celebrations going on around him. He wondered what the mage plans to do with the staff, and why he would go to such lengths to capture it.

As the dust settles and the city returns to normal, Esdras can't shake the feeling of unease that the Master mage's actions have caused. Did he do all of this for that staff?

Unbelievable.

Rank 4 beings stood at the pinnacle of power within this world currently. In the past he saw how the awakened Pharaoh kill five warlocks by literally lifting his finger, that was the only time he witnessed the power of a rank 4 before today.

Back then that power was so effortless that he failed to comprehend just how insane it was. Rank 4 were the greatest beings at the limit of mortal power. And he could now see why, they could kill thousands in a blink, they could scar the environment if they wanted.

And so it was that the Master mage, who had waited until the last possible moment to unleash his power, saved the city of Seroie from the orc army and cemented his place in history as a true hero.

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With one day remaining before the Rite of passage Tara was in deep thought, her mind went through every possible method to get rid of Esdras and break free.

She tried sending letters to Robert but the seclusion training of the Maze legion was inhuman, all contact with the outside world was cut off, it was impossible to communicate.

All she got was a reply from management that they will keep her letters until the training was done and then deliver them to Robert if he survived.

This infuriated her to no end!

But then again, even of the letters were delivered successfully what was the point? Even if Robert was here could he really have done something to save her?

It was impossible to contend against a Rank 2 being, a True mage with their own power. It was probably for the best for Robert to not be here.

This was another thing that got on her nerves, she was suffering here like this while he was out there safe and sound. How is that fair?!

She didn't believe Esdras when he told her that she was abandoned by Robert but... she wasn't sure anymore. After all, it's normal for Esdras to seek revenge but it wasn't her fault, why should she suffer like this?!

From the start this whole thing was his fault!

Robert!

How can he abandon her like this? No, it was possible that he knew things would turn out like this which is why he bailed at the first chance he got.

It was his doing, he was greedy and thought that getting rid of Esdras was easy.

Her life was on the line because of Robert, she was a noble lady destined to become a True mage at the very least, and now she was reduced to a bed slave!

In the past she believed she would always choose death over disgrace without a doubt, but when her life was really in danger she knew that her pride was not worth it.

The most important thing is life!

As long as she lived she could always make a come back in the future! After all her progress in magic was always good but lately it was doubled or tripled, the amount of mana she gathered was that great.

She was not sure about the reason but that was her only respite from the torment that Esdras subjected her to on daily basis.

He was horrible, and merciless.

He didn't simply fuck her every day, he humiliated her in various ways. He made her give him a soap bath using her body once. He made her beg to be fucked while degrading herself before fucking her.

These days he ordered her to get on top and do all the work while he laid there degrading her with insults and instructions.

She wasn't even allowed to cum before asking for permission. At the end she had to thank him and clean him up with her mouth before getting off the bed to sleep elsewhere.historical

She had never been so miserable in her life, but it was useless to struggle against Esdras, he was too powerful. Tonight she was even more agitated, as she thought about the things he made her do her hands subconsciously went downwards.

Esdras hadn't called her to his bed for a while, she wasn't sure why, did she do something wrong again? No, no, no way. She was on her best behavior.

She knew why, he was spending his time with that bitch Celine, thinking of this she snorted in disdain. But it was still weird, Esdras would still want to use her, so why didn't he call for her yet?

Her hand came into contact with her puffed out pussy and she traced her lips and gasped audibly as a rush of pleasure overwhelmed her body. Just as she was about to continue her hand paused.

'Fuck, I messed up. I'm not allowed to touch myself without permission.'

Tara teared up and went to the bathroom, when she confessed that she touched herself Esdras would probably punish her again. What kind of punishment would it be?

She also noticed that her pubs started growing back and shaved them back again.

After she delivered Sam and the rest of the useless rabble to Escape tomorrow she would prove her usefulness to Esdras for sure and he might want to use her then, she had to keep herself in the best shape possible.