At The Forest Of Lurn I

Chapter Hundred-Forty-Two: At Forest of Lurn

Peace was an important part of existence, but so badly was pleasure. Zenith stood at the top of a fifty feet tree, scanning below him.

He had taken four hours of sleep after finishing his renovations at his office and setting up a portal.

Before boredom could creep in, he found the radio on his phone and heard about a kidnap case. The gang had taken the little children to the forest of Lurn.

Many bad things happened at the forest and all were caused by edgy non-mages who wanted to take the spotlight that were always on Mages.

They usually killed their victim before anyone could save them, thereby making their reputation really bad.

He sensed a presence at his left and swung his hand, an icicle lodged in a mid-thirties man holding a gun and he fell face down, with his eyes still open.