Lord Evolution: Starting With SS-rank Skills

Chapter 232 - 232: The Cult ( 2 )

Nighttime in Winterseed Village, Rowan's Place.

Riela could be seen seated in a meditative position on the ground, her gorgeous white hair relaxed on her shoulder, fluttering gently to the cool evening breeze that drifted through the room. Her eyes were shut and she appears to be in a state of deep focus, only her mouth appears to be moving as she recited a series of strange words silently and repeatedly.

A tiny veil of pale white aura shrouded her figure and traces of energy could be seen being absorbed at a steady pace from the mana stone placed in front of her.

She was experiencing her first minor breakthrough in magic cultivation!

Dragun was also present in the room, standing in front her with his hands folded and eyes fixed on the activities going on around her.

"She hadn't been really serious with cultivating magic due to her involvement in tailoring and other issues happening in the village and yet she still managed to cultivate her magic to the point of a minor breakthrough, this sort of talent is rare." Dragun muttered to himself.

"I was expecting her to reach this minor breakthrough in a month or two but she has surpassed my expectations yet again. If she was as serious with her magic cultivation as she is with tailoring, with her current talent, she might have already become a level two apprentice long ago."

Earlier that evening, Dragun had been busy preparing a special potion when Riela approached him, telling him about a strange sensation she felt in her stomach.

Being an expert, Dragun immediately understood that she had reached a bottleneck. He paused his potion brewing and hurried to assist her.

He could have sent Vishirk, but Vishirk had already left the village in the bright hours of the evening, heading into the dark forest to

'Could it be Rowan, he promised to return today.' Thought Riela.

She hoped it was her husband, leaving the past week without him was really tedious, she missed him a lot.

Unfortunately, it wasn't Rowan.

The door creaked open slowly, gradually revealing the person knocking — It was Vishirk.

"Oh Vishirk.. you're bac.." Dragun was about to welcome the person at the door when he noticed something was off.

Vishirk wasn't smiling as usual, instead he had an extremely hateful grin on his face and he was dressed in black robe, one that Dragun easily recognised, causing his eye to widen at once.

At that moment, lightning flashed in the sky and the night brightened for a few seconds revealing other men in the background dressed in dark robes.