The moment Quaiesse dies, there is a high probability that the Slane Theocracy will sense it immediately.
Sakeer gazed at Quaiesse's unconscious form, his expression turning contemplative.
If the leader of Zurrernorn could use special means to resurrect Khajiit from a distance, then there was no doubt the Slane Theocracy possessed similar capabilities—perhaps even more advanced.
But for Sakeer, who had also mastered resurrection magic, this wasn't the real issue.
The true problem lay in the astrological tracking abilities of the [Black Scripture].
"Getting tangled up with the Slane Theocracy at this stage is a hassle..." Sakeer muttered under his breath.
His innate ability, [Player], had an 'unobservable' property, which could block most scrying and tracking spells—making it an astrological countermeasure of sorts.
However—
Even if astrology couldn't pinpoint him, it could still track Quaiesse.
The moment Quaiesse died, the Slane Theocracy would instantly lock onto his location.
That was what truly made this situation problematic.
"I need to act fast—not just to eliminate any chance of resurrection, but to evacuate before they track us down."
Sakeer lifted his head slightly. A plan had already formed in his mind.
As he looked up, the sun was setting, staining the sky with shades of crimson.
Without wasting another moment, Sakeer sat cross-legged on the ground, focusing on restoring both his stamina and the mana he had expended.
The Orb of Death was already depleted.
His own mana reserves were running low as well.
Restoring his strength as quickly as possible was crucial for what came next.
Some time later.
Sakeer's eyes suddenly snapped open.
He flipped his palm, pulling a pocket watch from his inventory, checking the time—
Then, with a calm breath, he closed his eyes once more.
Rustle.
The faint sound of branches and leaves being crushed broke the stillness.
From a distance, two figures cautiously approached, halting about ten meters from Sakeer.
Their light-golden eyes flickered toward each other, neither daring to make a sound.
One was veiled in a cloak of dense leaves.
The other was shrouded in an obscuring mist.
Even standing still, the Twin Witches blended seamlessly into the dense forest.
They had already repaired part of the woodland that had been damaged during Sakeer's battle with Quaiesse and the gray-robed mage.
Of course—
Their magic could only disguise the traces of battle, using botanical spells from the faith system to make new weeds and vegetation grow over the scars.
By the time night fell, a half-moon hung in the sky, partially veiled by dark clouds, casting the land in a dim, eerie light.
Sakeer slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he checked was his mana recovery status in his attribute panel.
Then, he glanced at the pocket watch in his hand.
"...My mana recovery time has improved by ten minutes."
Previously, it took an entire hour for his mana to recover by even a single point.
Now, that recovery time has decreased to 50 minutes.
"It's because I've switched to a magic-based profession... That must be why my mana regeneration speed has increased," Sakeer mused silently.
Unlike a passive ability, this was a natural effect of his current class specialization.
"You two."
Sakeer lifted his gaze, fixing his eyes on the Twin Witches. His tone was flat, unreadable.
"Master."
"Master."
Two soft yet crystal-clear voices immediately responded.
The Emerald Leaf Witch and the Mist Witchbowed their heads in submission.
Before a figure as powerful and terrifying as Sakeer, they dared not entertain any thoughts of resistance.
The twin witches knew all too well—
The only reason they were still alive was because the human standing before them was just as interested in the "frogman eggs" created by the gray-robed mage.
And to create them, their blood and alchemy skills were essential.
Hearing their soft, girlish voices, Sakeer lifted his eyelids.
Unfortunately, their delicate voices didn't match their eerie appearances at all.
"Bring the Lizardman's Magic Cauldron, along with that caveman," Sakeer ordered indifferently.
The twins hesitated for only a moment before swiftly departing.
It wasn't long before the Emerald Leaf Witch returned.
She carried two black cauldrons, each roughly the size of a basin and about fifty centimeters tall.
From the depths of the dense forest, the cave lizardman also emerged.
At the sight of Sakeer, the creature instinctively picked up speed, running until it was just a short distance away.
Then, without warning—
A white mist burst forth from the lizardman's chest.
The mist swirled midair, gradually coalescing—
Until it reformed into the Dense Mist Witch.
The burrow lizardman trembled violently, its once-confused eyes suddenly regaining clarity.
As it beheld the Mist Witch, sheer terror dawned on its face.
Bang!
The creature immediately dropped to its knees, its voice trembling.
"Lo... Lord... H-Human..."
The Dense Mist Witch paid it no attention.
Instead, she turned her gaze respectfully toward Sakeer.
"Thunderball."
Sakeer's eyes flickered with interest as he glanced at the Mist Witch—
Then, with a raised arm, he aimed directly at the lizardman.
The Mist Witch's ability to assimilate and control other creatures had proven extremely useful—at least against weak foes.
Crack!
Mana surged through his palm, condensing rapidly into a brilliant arc of electricity.
A blinding blue light illuminated the dark night.
In the blink of an eye—
The condensed thunder orb—now the size of a basin—shot through the air, striking the lizardman squarely on the head.
Flash!
The creature didn't even have time to scream.
Its body seized up—then instantly charred black.
A faint burning stench lingered in the air.
The Dense Mist Witch's fog-shrouded form trembled slightly, her entire body rigid with fear.
Beside her, the Emerald Leaf Witch's golden eyes flickered with the same emotion.
[Experience gained: 189]
[Experience Bar: 48,765 / 120,000]
Sakeer barely spared the lizardman's corpse another glance before giving a casual wave.
"Bring it here."
The Emerald Leaf Witch flinched.
She hadn't yet recovered from the shock of watching the lizardman be obliterated in an instant.
"Sister," the Dense Mist Witch murmured softly, her mist contracting slightly in warning.
That was enough.
The Emerald Leaf Witchshuddered, then quickly lifted the magic cauldron in her hands and stepped forward—carefully placing it in front of Sakeer.
The pitch-black cauldron emitted a faint metallic sheen under the dim moonlight.
At first glance, it appeared ordinary—even unremarkable.
Yet, in some ways, it resembled the cauldrons used by wicked witches in fairy tales.
"Item Appraisal."
Sakeer activated the skill.
[Item: Magic Cauldron]
Type: Magic Item
Tier: Advanced (Level 31–40)
Usage Restrictions: None
Effects:
Brewing & Refinement: Boils herbs and materials, enhancing their effects.
Purification & Synthesis: Removes impurities and condenses high-quality alchemy materials.
Description:
"The lizardmen were using it to make paint. What a waste."
Just as I thought.
A glint of understanding flashed in Sakeer's eyes as he finished reviewing the cauldron's details.
Judging by its effects, this magic tool was nothing short of a treasure for professions like pharmacists and alchemists.
"Alchemy material condensation..."
Sakeer murmured, intrigued.
However—
Now wasn't the time for experimentation.