St Chaos Healer

Ch 55 - The Phantom Mages

Sigurd finally stood upright and the first thing he did was start walking toward the dark side of the chamber. The enormous doll fortress hovering above his head followed him.

Seeing the head mage heading somewhere, we candidates followed suit. We were a bit uneasy but nevertheless, the head mage did say they were going to hold the ascension ceremony here.

Sigurd abruptly came to a stop in his tracks and turned around.

In a commanding voice, he said, "Stay right there."

Every candidate stopped moving and stood still all at once. We didn't want to give him yet another reason to be unhappy. We all obeyed and stopped right then and there.

The silence was deafening.

Sigurd then turned around and recommenced his march into the dark chamber.

He got off the platform and continued walking with a specific location in mind. He also took away the lone source of light that lit this chamber which was his floating doll fortress.

Now the candidates and I were standing cluelessly in a pitch dark chamber.

But after waiting for a short while, our vision adjusted to the darkness.

We finally got to see the chamber or I should say feel how big the chamber is.

Actually, the chamber was incredibly large- about three times bigger than the size of the amphitheater above us. I could say so because the chamber's wall was embedded with mana crystals. Calculating the average size of the mana crystal and how small it looked from this distance, I could get a rough idea of how big the size of this chamber was.

Right now the mana crystals on the wall looked tiny, almost like little dots and we were surrounded from all sides. The view almost resembled the view of the starry night sky on a moonless night.

Sadly those little mana crystals on the wall were not bright enough to illuminate the entire chamber.

We, candidates, waited in the dark as we had nothing to do but stand and watch Sigurd wander aimlessly about the chamber as if looking for something. It's been like 10 minutes and nothing noticeable has happened. The head mage walks one side, then he stands there pondering for a while before changing direction and moving on.

Almost anyone could deduce that the old fart had lost his way. The old fart is pretending he knows what he is doing but I think otherwise.

Despite his new god-like appearance, mentally he was still an old feeble man whose memory has long been dimmed out. I guess even the best of the best mage can't prevail over the ticking of time. Some of the candidates started finding it amusing.

However, many other candidates standing here didn't find Sigurd's antics amusing like us, they instead looked at him with serious attention.

As we were watching this gag for another minute or so-

Suddenly, a tiny orb of light appeared out of the corner of my eye and went straight toward where the head mage was. The light orb was about the size of an apple and was quite bright. It flew straight toward the head mage and stopped right in front of him in the distance. The light orb seemed to be alive as it hovered in front of the head mage.

Sigurd noticed the light orb and let out a small sigh.

He gave a slight nod, and the light orb then moved away from Sigurd. This time it moved slowly as if trying to guide him somewhere.

After walking for about a minute, the head mage finally reached its destination.

The light orb led the head mage before a small cylindrical rock that almost looked like a fence post. It was placed in a relatively empty space and stood out like a sore thumb. It was as tall as my height and at the top of the fence was a spherical rock placed there.