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Exactly as my father had reported. "Destroy it," I commanded. "All of it." Vida began chanting immediately, her hands glowing with raw power as she cast the explosion spell. Her voice rose and fell in an ancient language I didn't recognize, each syllable vibrating through the air like the earth itself was listening. ***************((***((***((**************** 'Serath en mortis,' she whispered...... 'by fire and ending'. 'Vel'akar'....... 'break the form'. 'Zaihren tu'kor'...... 'release what is bound'.

I was the only one who could comprehend those words. Both Grandma and Kira were looking at me petrified, greatly shocked by the unnatural tone of my voice. I glanced at them briefly and smiled to prove to them I was still conscious, even though I must have sounded like I was possessed by an evil demon. Eventually, I reached the final spell… “I am the one who takes the power. I am the one who will release the worthy one. The seal shall no longer draw from the stream of the worthy's life!”

Whispers, a cacophony of hate and despair, flooded her mind, insidious tendrils attempting to unravel her resolve. Professor Thorne, her face etched with grim determination, raised her staff, the enchanted runes glowing faintly against the oppressive darkness. "This is it, team!" she yelled, her voice strained but resolute. "We focus on the light within, block out the entity's whispers. We channel our power together and banish Xol'thul once and for all!"

It's not Latin or any other language I am conversant with. However, under the foreign text, it seems someone has translated the language and also in a neat handwriting. The discovery instantly makes me feel so much better. Slowly, I read the translated text. And then, I read it again. “No,” I whisper. “Yes,” Fiona says. The translated text is a spell called ‘The Severance’, and the spell is designed to steal power from one source and transfer it to another. Specifically, the spell can steal a Trueblood’s power and give it to someone else.

"Elias Fay, Earl Fay's Daughter." The brief introduction came to an end as a barrage of spells commenced. 'May the God of Ice rain the frost to her foes!' 'Snowstorm!' Snowstorm, a powerful ice elemental spell, was her spell. Its power was comparable to that of a Rare tier skill. The benefit of having a system is that I can already identify every single spell as long as I see the magic circle. The torrent of ice shards rained down on me, leaving a trail of chilly air in its wake.

The words of the spell flowed freely from my lips. “By the forces of the moon and the stars, I summon the spirits of darkness. Hear my plea, pay heed to my command. I call forth destruction upon Alpha Hendrix! Render his powers useless by the great powers of my ancestors. Let him lose his strength. Bring his life to an end! I call forth destruction upon Ashley Kim! Let her lose her mind. Extinguish her life completely, by my will!”

The anticipation and excitement coursed through my veins, mingling with a sense of determination that fueled my every move. "Kneel!!"I commanded and they obeyed immediately, For days, I had been crafting a powerful spell, one that would infuse my people with strength and resilience for the impending battle. As I closed my eyes and began to chant the ancient incantations, the air around us seemed to shift and crackle with energy. The wind picked up, swirling around us in a frenzied dance, carrying the whispers of magic through the night.

Khalid spoke the incantation, nodding to his sister to repeat. “Mwen La bois. Donne mu la bois la bois. Invisque saeclum. Bulla. Libérer à vérité à.” Isis spoke the words clearly as they started chanting the words in a round. Isis has tapped into her wolf to increase the strength of the spell. I’m not even part of what they are doing, but I could sense the power growing and flowing between the Adio siblings. Their blood dripping from cut palms sparked like a fuse causing a small explosion in the bowl as the ingredients sent out a white puff of smoke to indicate it was complete.

So yet more, once more while we are waiting for the Bride of Hell to come to clean up her mess, we chant… "Be gone." "Take your leave." "You are defeated." "You shall cease to exist." "You will release yourself." "I command you." "This spell diminishes you." "As I speak, so it must be." As the final syllable leaves in union from the lips of our misfits, there is a slight tremble, a jerk in the movements that Roberto is making. He starts to fumble, and when he speaks, for a brief moment, it is the voice of Roberto that comes rising past The Darkness. And with this hope in sight, Connor hollers.

I murmured, lifting my hands in front of me. Daemon sighed but did as I asked and stepped back. I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply and started to recite the spell. “Dorchadas folaigh mé, scáthanna glac le m’anam, gan rian, gan scáil, gan amharc orm.” The last syllable left my lips and a sweeping rush of energy poured back into me. It was invigorating, like a gust of cold wind against hot flesh. The outline of my body wavered before it disappeared completely.