Demon Attack

The next few days passed in a rare and peaceful manner for Alaric. With the chaos of the recent events still settling, he spent his time focused on training, refining his combat skills, and honing his magical abilities. Of course, in between all that, he also found the time to work on some artifact designs with Natasha.

Natasha, being the genius artificer she was, had been sitting on a number of experimental ideas, waiting for the right moment—and, more importantly, the right partner—to develop them with. And Alaric? He was more than happy to oblige.

They spent long hours in the academy's artifact workshop, surrounded by scattered blueprints, half-finished magical cores, and enough magical energy crackling in the air to give someone a very unfortunate case of singed eyebrows.