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Liam said, his voice a low, terrifying snarl. ​He pried open a crate with his claws. Inside were crossbow bolts, but the tips weren't steel or silver. They were made of a strange, translucent black glass that hummed with a sick, oily energy. ​"Obsidian-Core," Marcus whispered, his face turning pale. "It's illegal in all five packs. It's designed to bypass Alpha-skin. It rots the healing factor from the inside out."

It hurts, so fucking much and I was surprised that I didn't faint. “The child's aura is fusing with yours” Ardan said, “If we don't seal it by the next full moon, it might rupture or merge together forever” Ardan left us, gone for a few minutes only to come back with a suppressant elixir. “That's?” Maverick asked. “Glassveil Brew. It's what you need” he said, and my gaze lingered on the item. “We need bloodroot and shadowstem, but those are hard to get,” he added.

The brown-haired man in the tattered robe handed a scroll of reports to Alpha Aric. "We have created a potion made from rimewood roots, nightshade petals, and neutralized white deer blood. Its effects can withstand the reactions of dark magic curses for at least two hours. However, we have not tested its long-term effects." I nodded slowly. "Can it be mass-produced?" Elvar replied, "If rare ingredients like rimewood can be obtained in large quantities, yes. But we need funding and broader distribution." We stood together at the laboratory window. Alpha Aric held my hand and said, "We'll find a solution. This will be our new weapon, Lyara."

"I'm confused right now" "Currently it doesn't trace the magic energy imbued in it. No come to think of it, it does, but the problem is this. It doesn't know how to materialize only on the person using it, it can also materialize on someone with similar energy or in contact with you which is problematic" "I get your point" "Yeah, but there's no use worrying about that, the red botten you see activates and deactivates the armor and that's also another problem. Once someone hits that part, it automatically turns into a disk, but I'm also working on that bug too"

From a hidden compartment in my working table, I retrieved the strands of hair I’d taken—one belonging to Keilah, the other to King Draven. I placed them in the center of a stone bowl carved with ancient runes, the marks glowing faintly under the dim light of the room. Reaching for a vial of red powder, I let it cascade over the hairs. The moment the powder made contact, dark smoke began to rise, curling and twisting into unnatural shapes. The smell was sharp, acrid, like burnt metal and ash. I stared into the swirling haze, my jaw tightening as my guilt clawed at the back of my mind.

Meena quipped back to me. As we were debating on what are we going to do. Marcellus opened his eyes and started to snarl, roar and contort again. Tendrils of black magic were flaying, flashing and meandering through his body as he thrashed, screamed and roared “Sanguine” and “abyss” repeatedly. “Sanguineabyss is the fifth subrealm of Wengarthria, Aralyn”, Meena told me.

“Constantine, if we’re going to stand any chance against Agnes and her dark magic, we need an edge. Something the elders won’t see coming.” Constantine, her face etched with determination, nodded. “I know, Isolde. We can’t let Agnes’s underhanded tactics win this contest. But what can we do?” Isolde’s eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as she whispered, “Mountain ash.” Constantine frowned, puzzled. “Mountain ash? How can that help us?” Isolde explained, “Mountain ash is a powerful elemental substance. If we incorporate it into our spells during the ritual, it could give us an advantage. Agnes won’t see it coming, and it might disrupt her dark magic.”

He is trying to backstab his brother who loved him like his son. And Kiora? Fuck, she is here. That bitch used ‘Demonic Arrow’ and turned Cal against Zac. Demonic Arrow is one of the most dangerous spells which is used to hypnotize people and turn them into your puppets. The people lose their identity and become slaves of the masters, the person who had cast that malefic spell on them. They could do anything even murder as their sanity is at the helm of their master who then makes them dance to his tunes.

Although Diane and the girls were as yet unable to use the seventh-grade Breakthrough Pill, Severin felt it prudent to prepare them in advance. After a brief rest, Severin continued his alchemy session to craft a pill for himself—the seventh-grade medium-rank Grandispirit Pill, which helps paragons increase their attainment and condense the power of heaven and earth. The power of heaven and earth was required in large amounts to temper their body, condense their soul, and increase their attainment. Once their physical flesh, bones, and blood began to take on a golden hue, they would then have enough power to destroy everything within a ten-mile radius by simply waving their hand.

He wanted to see her stand on tiptoe, to reach up to him with her lips and close her big eyes bright from excitement. Although this desire did rather complicate his previous plans — to completely suck dry the girl’s anarel, depriving her of magic. But, after all, someone else might suit for this purpose. Another problem was Angelina’s magic itself. Reive still couldn’t understand what was wrong with its source. He saw the thin black spirals, evidence of the make-up of a necromancer. But greenish streaks were clearly visible intertwined between them. Yet that just couldn’t be because it didn’t exist. One person couldn’t be a carrier of two types of power. Once one path was chosen it colors th