I opened my eyes to see the now familiar ceiling of the infirmary. I really should stop almost dying, I told myself. My body felt like it had just gone through the world’s most rigorous training session; and in a way, it had.
The blind strike spell was way beyond a bad idea but it was better than what was going to happen before I conjured it- full disclosure, blind strike spell doesn’t kill its victims, just makes them wish it had.
Just then, I heard someone clear his throat beside me and I turned towards the sound to find no other person but the great Mr. Lucifer himself.
Okay, I didn’t mean the devil here- not dead, remember?- Mr. Lucifer’s real name was actually Luke Svenson. He was a grey, almost silvery-haired, fifty-something years old- just guessing at the age- man who taught Hea
