Haruo could understand their concern, but didn't really have enough time to prepare these young Arcanists.
They weren't like Armin, or Vale's disciple, who had been trained for years.
"Eight, if I'm generous… You need to work hard… The Divinity I forcefully injected in you all is special. You can do it."
"Y-yes, Sir!"
Just like that, the young Arcanists started working harder…
As night fell, Haruo returned to his altar.
It was a modest stone platform surrounded by floating crystals. He pressed his palm on it, checking the flow of energy across the barrier network he had created…
Everything was stable.
Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
He looked up at the dark sky…
"Everything's too quiet… Chaos Immortals, just what are you all waiting for?" Haruo muttered as he looked at the eastern part of the Shadow Domain where Chad, the Draconic Immortal, was meditating…
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