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Then I felt Andres' presence. Well fuck, it's now or never. I thought. I raised the amulet and kept my gaze away from Ambrosia’s as I started chanting the Archaic spell to start the process of opening Pandora's Box. Instantly, my shield was battered with green fireballs and all assortments of magic.

The structures in the universe was close to magical and she wondered how they could create such with no magic, and she understood that just like her universe, they searched for ways to make their life easier. Aurora loved it there, aside from the almost eternal youth found within the universe; they possessed great business structures, in which she appreciated and believed she could flourish in. She knew at that moment that this was the universe for her, despite the fact that she was told not to grab any form of attention and wasn’t allowed to use her powers. The wind was in her face, as her hair was parked up and her shades covering the reflection of the sun, inhaling the deep breathe, she a

Aaron took big strides all the way toward the front of the Heaven Array. At that moment, there were five miniature arrays on the Heaven array. Anyone who wanted to participate merely needed to pick one up, and it would be counted as a registration to compete. Aaron calmly picked one up in front of all those alchemists. The small array was green in color and had a green glow to it. It looked like an ancient green gem and had several runes on it. It looked very nice. Aaron grabbed the array and faced the angry Rudeus, saying, "I'll take part!"

The room dissolved into brief chaos. In those few seconds, Alaric slid his right hand beneath the table, clenched his fist, and steadied the tremor. No one noticed. After the meeting, Alaric said nothing. He rose from the head of the table, exchanged a few words with the Beta, and left. As he passed me, his stride didn't falter, his gaze didn't shift. But that evening, I opened my storage room door to find two things waiting outside. A full case of Wolfsbane suppressant. And a case of Moon Essence—a substance so expensive on the black market it was almost mythical. Used alongside Wolfsbane, it counteracted the toxic side effects.

"He told me. I was worried about the essence being close to my son. Especially if it could possess him." She reaches for a small glass vial of mystical powder. It's iridescent, shifting between silver and deepest crimson. The moment she uncorks it, the air grows heavy. She tips the powder into the bowl. The reaction is instant. The essence convulses, screaming. It thrashes against the salt-and-ashroot cage, but the powder eats through it like acid. Black smoke billows up, thick and choking, before the whole mass collapses in on itself and turns to fine gray ash.

“Place your hands here and repeat this incantation: 'By the power of knowledge and life, I ignite the spark within my core- Let the magic flow forever within my soul. Grant me what I ask and more!'” I placed my hands in the over sized alcoves and shook off my nervousness. “By the power of knowledge and life- I ignite the spark within my core- Let the magic flow and soar- Grant me what I ask and more!” I felt a strong surge of magical energy and gasped from it, feeling overwhelmed and elated at the same time. Glass Arrow Annihilation, Chains of Agony, Soul’s Doom, Drop of Life, Frost Fire Surge, Shadow Frenzy, Eternal Inferno. Mix the spells to make more powerful attacks. I took a step back a

(Professor Bar) Bar held up a glass jar full of a fine powder, but instead of black like a Gunpowder, the jar were actually have 2 colour fine powder in it, the Top layer powder was red in colour and the bottom layer were blue in colour. Seeing this everyone were gasped once again, by now it was seems that this was the normal reaction. “..Mana Core Powder?..”. (Rafaela)

Abby POV — The Storm Before the Shadow By the time we returned to the capital, my hands were still dusted faintly with ash and bone powder from the Southern summoning materials. We had the lake water sealed in crystal vials. The forbidden fruit tucked carefully into velvet pouches. And the bone ash wrapped in black silk, like it might come alive and bite someone. But that night, in my mansion’s study—candles lit, spell circle drawn, Alaric watching me from the shadows—I tried.

“They’re still trying to figure out how to get past his control.” Arkyn is silent for a moment, his eyes locked on Zane, assessing him. Then he nods. “Alright. We’ll need to figure out how to counter this spell. Legion, reach out to your grandmother. See if she knows anything about reversing this kind of magic.” Legion nods, though his gaze is still locked on Zane, like he’s waiting for an excuse to tear him apart. Zane shifts nervously, his eyes flicking toward the door, as if he’s waiting for someone to come in and stop him from talking.

Something smooth and cold. He carefully unearthed it. It was a small, obsidian box, identical to the one that had delivered the first taunting message. But this one was covered in intricate, blood-red runes that seemed to writhe in the twilight. They pulsed with a slow, malevolent rhythm, in direct opposition to the steady silver pulse of the altar stone's crack. It was a canker. A poison sac planted directly in our spiritual heart.