White desert

The snow hid his tracks and no matter where Sayri looked, he found only that whitish uniform that devoured everything in its path, he thought the trip from the capital of Lunkur, to Willca Castle would be short, less than a day's ride. The snow did not have the same idea, he had asked for a whole day circling in that desert, the cold intensified by the metal of his armor, he even thought that he would die of hypothermia if he did not have that magical scroll, which allowed him to use an isolation spell, to keep the cold out of his body, it took too many hours until he could locate himself, thanks to a small Primrose, a reddish plant that had managed to flower only to be preserved in ice. Willca was used to planting a Primroses path that led to her oak door, Sayri only had to dig up some snow, to find small buds that were not so lucky, Sayri hurried following that withered path until she reached the castle, With his last strength he left the horse protected inside the magic stable of the castle and as he could he crawled to the entrance, it was enough to give him three touches so that Willca appeared who received him dressed in a dark robe, which was his red snort, which combined with his brown hair.

- Sayri, my God! - Willca exclaimed with despair, seeing his visitor in that state; his armor was almost completely frozen and you could see through the cracks in his helmet how the snow had begun to invade his hair - Come in at once, inside you can get warm.

- I applied an isolation spell - I tried to pronounce it with great difficulty, my teeth were frozen and my lips were broken by the ice - but I think its effect disappeared a couple of hours ago.

- You should take off that armor - Willca scolded him as he lit the chimney of his castle

- No need - I reply with a strange euphoria - just use your heat incantations - Willca looked at him with disapproval, but she knew very well that she would not get anything done, she had never managed to get that heavy steel armor off, so she quickly drew some circles with the tip of her index finger, instantly Sayri's armor started emitting heat energy, big enough to evaporate the snow that had managed to get inside it.

- Thank you Willca, I thought I was going to die - Sayri commented as she sat on one of the sofas and Willca brought her a cup of hot tea, Sayri slipped out of the bottom of the crack of her helmet, exposing her pink lips so she could warm herself with the drink.

- Well - exclaimed, Willca as he sat beside his companion - To what do I owe this spring visit, my General?

- Stupidity - I exclaim with a certain hatred in his words - I've just been promoted and sent off to the desert, I'd better look like the stupid court jester!

- So that you can try to get up to the nobles of the castle, not the animals," he answered with a slight tap on his helmet. "Anyway, I'm talking because you're here," Sayri directed the top of her slit to the eyes of Willca, who was trying not to make an uncomfortable face.

- Our invasion of the Federation, was not as easy and quick as we had planned, and it ended with us accepting an Anki

- Sayri started rounding the edge of the cup with her finger and let out a small laugh that could be mistaken for a whisper.

- That wizard somehow summoned a dinosaur.

- Dinosaur? - Willca, he couldn't help but hold on to one of the strands of its long hair that rested on his shoulder, just thinking of those overgrown lizards, those rough teeth and their stinking smell gave him the creeps.

- There's more - he replied with some joy - most of these dinosaurs were made of lava and well you know, lava can easily melt ice; so our large ice golem army was reduced to a huge puddle in a matter of seconds - upon hearing his explanation, Willca understood what had happened.

- That bastard Rawa managed to master the special invocation - he exclaimed furiously

- The what? - I ask with great confusion Sayri

- Oh, you are not a sorcerer," Willca mentioned in a mocking tone. "It is a powerful magic capable of summoning, for a limited time, any creature imaginable.

- It's very curious to see how how he destroyed your greatest creation in a matter of seconds - he expressed with a slight smile

- Sayri, you're not helping me at all - I'm expressing myself with exhaustion.

- Well - Sayri expressed with a notorious sadness to see how her probocation was completely ignored - I also invoke an Amaru

- Amaru?

- You know, the giant snakes with wings and heads of flame that can bring floods; which in fact, that's what it did, it flooded our supply depots, it's funny, isn't it?

- What do you mean?" replied Willca as he looked impatiently at the stairs leading up to the second floor of his castle, where his library was located

- We - he answered with a certain air of pride - defeated in a single day eighty percent of the Federation forces, with a powerful army of ice Golems that froze everything in their path and - then their turn to a more sarcastic one - in a few hours the Federation destroyed our army and supplies.

- It's a very dangerous situation," Willca said. "You can see lines of fear on his face about what the Federation could do in a few hours.

- Don't mention it, it was horrible, thanks to God he had a wizard of movement in our ranks to get us out of there with the teleportation - before continuing Sayri sighed and Willca could notice how his face was darkening, although with much difficulty because of the upper crack of his helmet - Although not all of us had the same luck, that's why I think it's a miracle that the stupid Federation asked for an Anki.

- Because then we have time to regroup and abstain? - I ask with a cold look.

- Exactly," replied Willca. "How long would it take you to develop a new summoning magic that would surpass the army of Ice? - Willca thought for a few minutes, digressing to answer.

- I don't know," he exclaimed finely, "but at the very least, in an ideal situation, where my experiments didn't fail and I managed to get a good source of mana, it could be three to five weeks at least, but I repeat in an ideal situation, it could be much longer, the formation of a superior army.

- The Anki," Sayri replied seriously, "It is a stupid tournament where two stupid sides face each other with the same number of fighters, there is an interval of one week between each fight, I think you have enough time, although that depends on how many fighters are set up for the tournament.

- I'll do my best Sayri - I comment as I walk towards the second floor, Sayri almost involuntarily starts to follow him - I'm sure you'll be part of the competition

- I think that if, my friend - Sayri's voice, did not show any satisfaction at all with the idea - after all I am considered one of the best warriors in the nation, if not ...

- They wouldn't promote you to General," he interrupted. "It hasn't even been a year since you entered the army and look how much you've grown. Willca approached a table near the entrance and began to rummage through its drawers.

- I think I just got lucky," he replied.

- But luck will not be enough this time. Willca approached with three scrolls Sayri recognized two of them by the symbol on the clasp that kept them closed, but the last one was unrecognizable to her, the clasp only showed a black sphere with some white omens and a black ribbon around it.

- What is the last one? - she asked curiously.

- A gift - Answered almost automatically - It's the gravity spell, a high range one, that will allow you to manipulate the gravity of a weapon of your choice, increase it, decrease it, even attract it if you throw it horizontally.

- Th-Thank you, you've let me... well... speechless, I'm sure this will be very helpful.

- You don't need to thank me," replied Willca with a smile, both walked to the main entrance where Sayri's mount was waiting comfortably in the stable, before leaving Willca put the spells back on her to save the scrolls and as soon as she closed the door she surrendered over it, resting her whole back, her hands began to tremble with rage, while her muscles tensed, in her mind she cursed again and again a single name.

- Bastard son of a bitch," he uttered before locking himself in his library.