Alchemy Equipment Oblivion Novels & Stories

For the first time since entering the temple, I felt hope. We stood together. Not because prophecy demanded it. But because we had become a family. Noctis watched us in silence. "You remind me of us." His gaze shifted toward Aurel. "Long ago." Aurel slowly drew a magnificent spear forged from crystal and moonlight. "The Spear of Dawn." Noctis summoned a blade of pure darkness. "The Blade of Oblivion." The air itself split as the two ancient weapons collided. Their impact unleashed a shockwave that shattered every remaining window in the temple.

The flared silver greaves trail down like a sea-serpent’s tail, catching every flicker of the torchlight. I step out from behind the screen, adjusting the leather straps at my waist. Zuberi looks up, his breath catching in his throat. "You look... like an Alpha Queen, Mother." "It's just battle gear for a high-stakes meeting, Zuberi," I say, giving him a rare, soft tap on his small nose. "Cecilia from the Healers' Guild helped forge the underlying weave. She spent three moons perfecting the moon-iron alloy." Zuberi grunts silently to himself. Three moons of forging... Riven has been planning to claim her for a long time. Idris is losing this war before it even starts.

2 ] ¤ Heart Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Throat Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Third Eye Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Crown Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Element Affinity - Earth [ 100 ] , Fire[ 91 ] , Water[ 50 ] ==Sentient Weapon== [Atlas] ==Soul Armas== (Weapon): [Flame Trident], [Grieving Ebony Hunting Bow], [Cursed Arrow], [Weeping Edge] (Armor): [Titania's Corslet], [Slither-Hide] (Mount) : [Cursed Stallion] (Extension) : [Titania's Memoir of Treachery], [Aves Wings] ==Soul Radix==

Evander took over Ryatt’s special unit of warriors, the Ghost Army, and brought those prototypes to my pack to inquire if anything could be done to make them on a larger scale, and he was right to do so. Every Ghost warrior wears specially crafted gloves that mold and meld into armor, finely woven, pillow-soft threads of metal–mostly iron and steel, with nickel alloy–that can change form and take an impressive beating. Alchemists are to thank for those advances. My father is to thank. But then there’s me. “You did go into the caves alone, didn’t you?” His voice is soft and curious, almost amused. It’s unnerving, honestly, because his tone doesn’t match his stern face and heavily tattooed han

He knew the path from the book: a narrow goat trail leading to a hidden cave overlooking the battlefield. He found it—a dark fissure in the cliffside, pulsing with a malevolent energy. Inside, on a crude stone altar, sat the artifact: a black cube of obsidian, veined with crimson light that throbbed like a diseased heart. He could hear the distant sounds of battle—the grunts of men, the sizzle of Keith’s fire magic, the unearthly shrieks of disintegrating ghouls. It wouldn't take them long. He had to move.

ATK-900 STR- 300 DEF-300 DEX-60 Speed-60 AGI-60 Mana -600 INT-120 Skills- "Blink(Unique)" "Forbidden Great Axe Mastery(Unique)" " Soul Cleave(Unique)" "Life-Drain(Unique)""Monarch's blessing(Epic) ""Demise(Unique)"" Curse Eye of Horus (Disaster)""Menacing Roar(Unique)"" Hideous Laughter(Unique)" "Humanoid Form(Lost Magic) ""Language Comprehension (Rare)"

Zergenth asked, looking deeply at Lycus Lewis. "Yes, I still remember my promise. I intend to atone for my sin," replied Lycus Lewis, looking back at Zergenth. *** Al was busy training the knights belonging to the Brighton family as usual. According to Edmund's instructions, Al formed a special knight force who capable of using the sword aura, which contains magical energy from nature. Some of the knights were also capable of using other magic artifacts. They were people with a natural talent for using magic.

Expensive cologne, smoke, leather. My heart starts slamming painfully against my ribs. "No," he says softly. "You didn’t." His gaze drops briefly to my mouth again, then lower, a full sweep across me and I feel it everywhere. Heat crawls beneath my skin. "But I helped you anyway." He reaches into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. Instead of a weapon, he pulls out a black card, completely plain except for a silver moth embossed into the center, the same moth tattooed across his throat. He holds it out toward me.

They can also release this fuel through the pores in their skin to create a fog around them. Tipplers can also spit poison by mixing elements from their digestive system and spit it on their enemy. Too much drinking can turn the user temporarily into water though it has some risk of not getting back to shape again. Gobbler— eats fruit, veges, and other food that grows directly from the earth and uses it to manipulate body size and strength. It can also be used as body hardening for defense. Coverscout— An alchemist that transmutes fear to speed. Stormbringer— An alchemist that transmutes stress to electricity.

The Aquarius, a monstrous creature born from the dark depths of the Sakaria River, had been the mastermind behind the attack. Its twisted tails and sharp forks had allowed it to evade Eryndor's sword, but the troops' archers had managed to weaken it. Now, they vowed to hunt down the Aquarius and put an end to its reign of terror once and for all. The Sakaria river transformed into a grotesque tapestry of crimson, as the lifeblood of the Aquariux poured into its waters, dyeing the entire landscape red. The creatures' massive, thrashing bodies breached the riverbanks, unleashing a torrent of blood, mud, and slime that gushed forth like a macabre fountain.