Fraser was swinging the shortsword at the air, enjoying its feel and much preferring it over his previous dagger, which was looted by the slave carriage sorcerers anyway.
"A fine blade, this will come in handy." A joyful expression came over Fraser as he muttered to himself, one such expression which hadn't shown itself for a while now.
He glanced at his left shoulder, the lack of a left arm made him feel oddly off put. Fraser carefully untied the cloth on it, removing the drained tier two meridian, putting it in his bag. Meridians without any arcane left in them held heavily decreased value. Arcane in itself can be considered a currency, it held worth, so logically, selling a full meridian was like selling a bag full of gold, while selling a drained meridian was like selling an empty bag. However, that empty bag did hold some value in itself, especially if it was a high-end luxury bag, like a high tier meridian. The relationship this concept held was quite ironic, because in this world, wealthy sorcerers believed letting the crown jewel of revered strong sorcerers go to waste would be disrespectful, thus they used the cores of these powerful sorcerer's final inheritance, their meridians, as a trophy of battle and a high-end decoration.
Using this logic, empty meridians still held decent value, obviously, at this point of time where every glimmer he could obtain was important to him, Fraser wouldn't let go of the meridian, he did the same with the tier one meridian he had absorbed earlier as well. Afterward, he noticed the state of his body. It wasn't good, purple bruises covered his forearms like a virus, dried blood coating his hair and pale knuckles. Still fitted with torn up slave garments, Fraser looked into his sack, he had already considered this while looting the treasury, stealing clothes from the carriage and also pieces of light leather pads to protect himself.
Fraser absorbed arcane from one more tier one meridian, refilling his stock of arcane, night was descending slowly but surely, he would most definitely have to fend off attacks from either beast groups or rogue sorcerers unless he was extremely lucky, sufficient arcane stores was absolutely necessary for his survival. Fraser had a tier two flickering flame meridian, which holds a lot more arcane than a tier one meridian, so the meridian he had just absorbed would not usually suffice to bring his stores to maximum, but he had leftover arcane from the meridian that was previously on his shoulder, so it was barely enough to bring his stores up to full.
Afterward, Fraser changed into clean flexible clothes. Black merchant garments covered his body, neck to toe, with durable grey leather plates on top, an extensive pale scarf topped it around his neck, fitting loosely and draping down from over his shoulder, the appearance of the entire outfit exuded a feeling of stealth, he had mainly picked out these clothes from the stack because of the flexible, lightweight and sturdy properties of the materials, it was a lot more fitting for combat than a bunch of discarded blood-stained rags.
Finally, Fraser took out another scarf, this one being white with yellow accents, and wrapped it tightly around his shoulder where his missing arm was supposed to be, infection was spreading at this large wound and Fraser needed a high tier healing sorcerer to regain his arm soon. But he wasn't in much hurry, the charring from the flame blade and the use of arcane on the wound greatly slowed the infection, and the pain was also subsided by the slave carriage healing sorcerer. While it did greatly reduce his battle strength, that wasn't of much importance right now, in this world, each continent on the map were vastly different, but they all had the similarity that, the farther one was from the center of the continent, the stronger the beasts and wildlife around would be, while at the center of the continent there would be utmost peace and much lesser, weaker beasts. This rule was universal here.
The Whight cave was situated on South Fable, a continent quite obviously south on the map Fraser was currently holding in his hands. The cave wasn't marked on the map, because the Whight clan was unknown among regular people, it was only targeted by the Northern Authority after being discovered for whatever reason. However, Fraser thought about the quick battle he had partaken in with the wolf pack, guessing from this that the cave was probably situated somewhere far from the center of South Fable, but also not too close to the edge either.
Speaking of the Northern Authority, it was marked extremely far away, on the north edge of the area between the two continents, Royal North and Immortal Continent. In contrast to South Fable, these two continents were multiple times larger, and extremely vast while being directly connected to other continents. Other than these three continents, sat another two, being Desolation Continent and Grand East, both of which lay west and east of the map respectively. Immortal Continent was somewhat in between Grand East and Royal North, but looking upward from there, Fraser was heavily enticed.
A sharp glint flashed across his eyes as the thought of destroying the Northern Authority lunged into his heart like a fatal injection.
"Royal North, huh?"
There were many ways that Fraser could end his exciting journey across this vast world, but he only envisioned one path, an ending in which the Northern Authority did not exist any longer.
Where he, Fraser Whight, would at last achieve the vengeance he has been longing for.