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[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

I told him. " But when you overloaded Sabrina to make her pop,. It was you getting rid of it. Just do that. " he said, not really understanding. " Sabrina took my magic, yes , but the darkness no. Dark magic isn't dark because of the magic, it's the person. I was born into darkness , from darkness. They could still use me. Dark witches usually don't have much magic at all really. They use the earth , dark energy, all of that stuff to pull magic from it. It is the energy resource we use. Think of dark witches as having a mini demon, so to speak, in them. That is what makes me powerful. Mine apparently is strong and extra-fucking evil. They don't need my magic , they just need me to pull from.

If anyone knew the answer, it would be her. She took a deep breath before speaking, her voice low and serious. “Yes,” she said slowly. “It is possible. That kind of magic is real… but it is dark magic. Forbidden magic. Magic that twists the heart and soul. It’s dangerous and evil. It keeps the body young, yes. But it corrupts the mind. It takes away every piece of your humanity left in the person.” I felt my hands curl into fists at my sides. My jaw hardened, and I clenched my fists tightly. Anger filled me. Pure, burning anger.

We raised our hands high, channeling our magic into a single, concentrated beam of light aimed directly at the sorceress. "Now!" I shouted, releasing our combined magic. The beam shot forth, a brilliant arc of light that cut through the darkness like a beacon. The sorceress's eyes widened in shock as our magic struck her, and for a brief moment, the chaos around us seemed to pause. But just as victory seemed within reach, Baddy reared back, unleashing a torrent of dark energy in a desperate attempt to shield the sorceress. The collision of our magic and his darkness was catastrophic, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

“She’ll have to choose one day, you know. Between light and dark. Between duty and desire. And neither of you will be enough.” Serena stepped forward, her voice like steel. “I won’t choose because I’m forced to. I’ll choose when I decide. And it won’t be because some ancient puppet master threatens my blood.” Kael’s smile faltered. Good. Serena raised her hand—and magic flared from her palm. Not the golden shimmer of healing, not the icy blue of her usual casting. But something deeper. Darker. A violet flame etched with silver runes that danced across her skin.

All potions have its own distinctive tell. The color shows how potent it is. Lighter hues always indicate that the potion is used for trivial problems; such as a common cold, headaches, or a small bout of bad luck. If the color is more intense, those vials are often used for more serious concerns; such as plagues, restoring limbs, or removing curses. To the untrained eye, the color was nothing more than a decorative detail. Another way to appeal to non-magic users to sell and make money.

Throughout the room, numerous round tables were neatly placed, adorned with an elegant blend of black and purple–colors that represented wealth, prosperity, and good fortune. This masquerade ball was undoubtedly a showcase of luxury, evident in every detail from the gleaming crystal champagne glasses to the resplendent silver and black cutlery. The walls adorned with exquisite paintings and decorations added to the lavishness of the scene. However, it wasn't just these opulent elements that caught one's attention.

I grit my teeth angrily. I can feel his right hand man pointing the trigger at me. My body turns solid cold, they look like they shoot for a living. It's better if I don't annoy them. “I am the host of this party.” He says with a cocky smile, his eyes suddenly turning cold. “Don’t try using your mind-link to call anyone, because well your powers won’t work here. It’s coated with dark magic.” Dark magic is a sort of magic that only rare witches possess. As always, it's mainly used for evil. Dark magic is strong and powerful, it isn't even the least of witches' powers combined. Dark magic can also be used to resist werewolves' powers.

"Dark magic is stronger—it has corrosive properties that break and take over light magic. But light magic is not completely helpless against it either." She gestures toward the chasm. "We'll pour pure light magic from our bodies direcrtly into the fog. Hundreds of us working together will saturate it completely." We listen with rapt attention, "And then?" Dominicus prompts. "When they breathe it in, it won't kill them, but it will be... extremely uncomfortable. The fog is everywhere down there, so they'll have no choice but to leave the chasm temporarily." Her smile is grim. "And when they do, you'll be waiting."

Like snow magic, it can be use to attack enemies but it does not stand a chance against water and fire which is a primary magic. “Now, the second part of the exam. Everyone who won the first round will participate on the second part of the exam. This time you’ll have to go against everyone who won. There would be a time limit, whoever remains standing after the timer stops, automatically becomes part of the Knights. The rest, well, it will depend if the spirits choose you or the Knight Leader. Now to the Spirits, not every spirit comes down, last year there are three light mages but the light spirit did not choose anyone worthy of its magic. Those who are chosen by the light, water, earth, a