Meanwhile, in a faraway land named Etherale, Azorath was alone in a luxurious castle, the walls were made of white stone, the fence was made of gold, and the grass was well-maintained. He stood on a chair under an umbrella in the castle's backyard.
He drank coffee, which he found pretty good, before he suddenly started violently coughing up blood repeatedly.
COUGH COUGH COUGH CHOUGH COUGH!
"Ugh, if it wasn't for this weak body, I wouldn't have this issue...."
"No matter how many times I use healing magic, it doesn't heal me completely; it just slows down the degradation of my body."
"The only way that seemed to make my body get barely better was the sparks from awakened beings."
Azorath looked at his arm, which had faint blue light radiating from small cracks, and sighed.
"If only I were born without such power, I wouldn't have to do all of this."
Azorath suddenly felt the presence of someone being around him, which he doesn't seem to care about as he asks it.
"Do you have the spark?"
"Yes, lord." The masked figure replied to him.
"Hand it to me."
The man wearing a golden mask walked towards him with an item in his hands. It was small, not bigger than his own palm, as it shone purple. The man handed him the crystal-like stone.
"Poison type?"
"It's the best I could find, my lord..."
"It's not an issue, since I've never tried consumming poison type shards before."
Azorath opened his mouth and swallowed the small crystal. He felt purple energy spread around his body before concentrating it into his own spark and dissolving.
Hmm...
"After consuming the poison spark, I should be able to use poison magic as well," Azorath said as purple energy accumulated in his right hand as pointed at the masked servant.
!?
Urk!!
"My lord!?"
Azorath watched his servant gasp for air as the poison took over his body before healing him with magic, which took a few heavy breaths before the servant thanked him for curing the poison, as another servant in similar clothing came into the room to tell him something.
"My lord!"
"What is it?"
"Marouce has been killed, and Darca is missing!"
"...what?" Azorath said as the atmosphere in the area changed, as the cup on the table shattered, and the two servants shook in fear.
"H-he was killed by a group of rebels, my lord.." The masked woman said while shaking.
"By a group of rebels?" Azorath said, suprised by what he just heard.
"Yes."
"I knew Marouce was the weakest of my captains, but for him to fall to a group of rebels is simply pathetic."
"And Garca is missing? He isn't the type of person to randomly go do something unannounced, especially since Grehas has his sister's life in her hands." He thought as he calmed down.
"You may leave."
"Yes, my lord!" The woman shouted before quickly leaving the backyard.
"This will become an issue. He was my main manufacturer of sparks, but with him gone, I'll need to find another way of getting them..."
"You, Call Grehas immediately."
"Understood." The man said as he leaped away from his mansion, leaving him with his broken cup.