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- MWM Chapter 463
“Ro… Mah… Tah!”
Just like Master Einarth before him, Master Borri etched the dragon words on the ground, expending his own spiritual energy to teach Leo the second shout, *Whirlwind Sprint*.
This shout wrapped the body in a whirlwind, allowing the user to dash forward with blinding speed, almost like teleporting a short distance.
For most people, this shout would be very useful for closing the gap in an ambush, escaping danger, or even leaping over otherwise impassable terrain.
For Leo, however, it wasn’t quite as practical since he already knew how to teleport and fly.
That being said, every ability had its place. Dragon shouts were powered by the soul, and in special circumstances where his magic or other powers were suppressed, a soul-based shout like this could prove to be a valuable trump card.
“Dragonborn, your learning speed is remarkable. Now, I will present you with a trial. If you can travel to the burial site at the *Tomb of the Furnace*, where our founder Jurgen Windcaller rests, and retrieve the Horn of Windcaller, we will teach you the third word of Unrelenting Force. Additionally, you will be able to absorb a sealed dragon soul within the horn and learn a new shout from the Word Wall there.”
Upon seeing how quickly Leo mastered *Whirlwind Sprint*, Arngeir couldn’t help but be astonished once again by the extraordinary talent of the Dragonborn.
Although ancient records spoke of the Dragonborn’s ability to learn shouts swiftly, witnessing it firsthand was truly awe-inspiring. After all, for ordinary people, learning a single shout could take decades.
“A new dragon soul!”
Leo’s eyes gleamed with excitement, and he immediately agreed to the trial.
Getting a free dragon soul? Who would say no to that?
However, before leaving, he couldn’t resist pointing to the path that led from the cloud terrace to the top of High Hrothgar, voicing a question that had been nagging him these past few days.
“Master Arngeir, may I ask why that path leading to the summit is sealed?”
During his time in the monastery, he had noticed a path leading to the mountain’s peak, but a sign at the entrance forbade entry. Moreover, the path ahead was shrouded in a powerful ice storm, seemingly created by a force similar to a dragon shout.
With his strength, Leo could easily break through the storm and reach the summit, but that would undoubtedly be disrespectful. The Greybeards had selflessly taught him the ways of the Thu’um, even at the cost of their own energy. Storming through a restricted area without permission would be disgraceful behavior.
Though Leo wasn’t someone to be considered inherently good, he still had his principles.
His curiosity finally got the better of him, so he decided to ask.
Additionally, his powerful nascent spirit allowed him to sense a mighty presence at the end of the path, atop the peak of High Hrothgar. That presence shared a striking resemblance to the dragon Mirmulnir, the one he had slain before.
“Oh, there lives our teacher, the one who taught all of the Greybeards. He was also a close friend of Jurgen Windcaller, the founder of the Greybeards. However, he does not appreciate being disturbed,” Arngeir replied after a moment of hesitation.
This was a secret only known to the Greybeards, but since Leo was the Dragonborn, he had the right to know of this being’s existence.
“I see,” Leo nodded, choosing not to press further.
If a dragon did reside at the summit and was the teacher of the Greybeards, Leo had no intention of barging in and slaying it, even if it meant obtaining another dragon soul.
“Lydia, stay here. I’ll be back soon,” Leo instructed.
Activating his *Clairvoyance* spell for navigation and summoning his flying sword wings, Leo shot into the sky, transforming into a streak of light as he disappeared from the terrace.
The sight left all four Greybeards dumbstruck on the spot.
“He… he can fly?”
The Dragonborn was said to be a mortal blessed by Akatosh, gifted with a dragon soul that allowed them to learn dragon shouts quickly and permanently slay dragons. But nowhere in the legends did it mention that the Dragonborn could fly.
In fact, there was no record on the entire continent of any mortal being able to fly—except for birds and dragons, of course.
It was once said that a mage had tried to develop a flight spell, but he tragically fell from the sky and died. Since then, no one had ever tried again.
“Our lord knows many things!”
Lydia puffed out her chest with pride.
Thanks to his *Clairvoyance* spell and the incredible speed of his flying sword wings, it took Leo less than ten minutes to reach the *Tomb of the Furnace*, located northwest of Whiterun.
“In my world, grave robbing would definitely be considered a crime. I guess this world doesn’t care much about such things,” Leo mused before landing at the entrance to the ancient tomb.
“Halt! Who goes there?”
A dark elf wearing black mage robes noticed Leo descending from the sky. Without hesitation, the elf began chanting, casting necromancy spells to raise two nearby corpses—presumably those of bandits—and sent them charging at Leo.
“Necromancers?”
Leo raised an eyebrow before summoning two small flying swords that immediately sliced the reanimated corpses into pieces.
“Phantom Demon Emperor Fist!”
Unwilling to waste time on such small fry, Leo used a punch to mentally control the necromancer, whose eyes widened in terror.
After a brief interrogation, Leo quickly understood the situation.
The dark elf was part of a group of necromancers who had come across a map of Jurgen Windcaller’s tomb from a band of grave robbers. After killing the robbers and taking their map, the necromancers had come here to loot the tomb for valuable treasures.
The elf Leo encountered had been assigned to guard the entrance, while the rest of the group had already ventured inside.
“No wonder the Nords of Skyrim hate mages,” Leo muttered to himself. After slaying the necromancer and pocketing his spellbook, he pushed open the door to the tomb.
One of the reasons many Nords despised mages was because they often associated magic users with necromancy—an unsavory practice in Skyrim.
Necromancers had a reputation for robbing graves and using the corpses of loved ones for their dark magic experiments. In battle, they would even raise the bodies of fallen comrades to fight alongside them, which was undeniably disturbing.
As a result, most commoners didn’t distinguish between different types of mages and lumped all magic users together with necromancers.
In reality, however, many law-abiding mages studied peacefully within the safety of colleges and rarely interacted with the general populace.
(End of Chapter)