Arcane Academy The Divine Extraction Legacy の小説・ストーリー

Angel just smiles at him and they walk back to the cabin in silence. Once they clear the forest again, they see Alexis and Akilina standing in front of the cabin waving. As they got closer Alexis told Akilina to go inside. She raises her rifle a little, “What are you all? Monsters yourselves?” Angel smiles, “Sort of, we are very powerful monsters. I’m a genetically altered human with the blood of more monsters than I can count running through my veins. Not to mention the thousands of spells that have been cast on me. This guy behind me was just a normal wolf until I found him.” Drake nodes at Angel, “When he found me, I was on the verge of death, and he saved me. So, I have decided to s

“Dad, what do you mean?” “He has just acquired the Legacy, and his foundation is still weak. There’s still time for us to snatch it back from him.” Levi was startled. “How do we snatch it? As far as I know, Immortal Doctor’s Legacy is like the divine enlightenment in Buddhism. It’s instilled into one’s consciousness right away. We can’t possibly switch his mind with mine, right?”

Lexie peered at the item. “It’s Snake Vine!” Adrian exclaimed with excitement. “The Dark Word Technique mentions an item that can enhance one’s divine consciousness, and the Snake Vine is its accompanying plant.” “Accompanying plant? Enhances divine consciousness?” Lexie asked, puzzled. Adrian had previously told Lexie about the Dark Word Technique, which could directly attack divine consciousness through the external body. “Soulnascent Fruits,” Adrian said with a hint of longing. “Those fruits are said to be treasures from the Spirit Domain that can enhance divine consciousness and have no usage limit. This means no matter how many times you consume them, the growth of divine consciousness

But before I could spit whatever defiant retort sprang to my lips, the wizened form of Akira loomed into my vision. The ancient historian thrust an intricately carved bone pendant towards me, suspending it from a leather cord. "This sacred Blackmoon relic safeguards many priceless volumes of our legacy within its enchanted engravings. Keep its knowledge safe during the trials - fail to return it unscathed and you'll have proven too feeble to protect our lineage at its most vulnerable." Already I could detect the faint pulse of mystical energies thrumming through the carved knot-work and runes of the amulet. As I reluctantly slipped it over my head, the magical presence within my mind grew mo

The Architects retreat, their voices panicked. **"Specimen unstable. Evacuate."** Ravel grabs my arm. "Kelly, you're glowing." I am. The static and the heart's light have fused, turning my veins into conduits of power. The corridor collapses, and we fall into the structure's core-a chamber filled with pulsing, fleshy pods. Each pod holds a figure. *Eden. Veyra. Kael. The Hunter.* --- **The Garden's Legacy** The Architects aren't just purging the Bastion. They're *harvesting* it.

There were maybe ten of us; boys, girls, all around my age, each carrying something small that glowed faintly which I think were heirlooms. No one smiled. Everyone looked nervous. “Today,” Mistress Kyenna said as we approached a large gate carved into the stone wall, “you’ll step into the heart of the Arcane Lyceum. The Awakening Temple. From there, your journey begins.” The gate creaked open slowly, revealing a blinding white light..As we stepped in, I gasped. The temple was massive, pillars of marble reached the sky, covered in golden runes. At the center was a glowing pool, and around it stood statues of people holding relics; watches, daggers, pendants, even books.

The legacy was secure. But not everyone celebrated. Far beyond the borders of Blackpine, in a cavern steeped in shadows, Alaric jolted awake. His body trembled, his veins burning with unnatural heat. He clutched at his chest, snarling, the ritual flames around him flickering violently. “They’ve bound themselves,” he hissed, his voice a rasp against the stone. “Two bonds. Fire and shadow. Stormb and phantom.” His acolytes, hooded wolves who had sworn themselves to his cause, shifted uneasily. “What does it mean, Master?”

The number of legacies in the realms was variable, and there was no way of determining the real amount, but usually, the realms with different areas had at least one legacy in each one, so remaining within the same zone increased the probabilities of finding one. That hall where they arrived with that many small rooms seemed a commonplace for finding some legacy. "We should look carefully. There is a high chance of a legacy being within the small rooms, but you should be careful. There could be traps inside. We will follow the basic rules. If the legacy is something material, the one who discovered it can get it. If there's more than one item, we will split among all of us the others after t

they vowed. The door creaked open, revealing a chamber filled with ancient artifacts. Ruth's eyes widened as she approached a glowing crystal. "This is it," she breathed. "The Legacy's heart." Elijah's expression turned skeptical. "What does it do?" he asked. Orion's smile grew. "It holds the key to reality itself." Vincent's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" Orion's eyes locked onto Ruth. "Ruth's destiny is tied to the Legacy's power."

She heard him scream in his mother tongue in a way she feared they might be heard if it were not for the best acoustic designs of the rooms. When he entered, she was filled. She had heard melted as a term for response. This was a different kind of melting. He melted into her even as his hardness drove her to madness. His essence spread through her like warmth curing a winter body of its coldness. When she came, it was not merely an orgasm. That was for mortals. This was the moment of recreation of super beings capable of handling multiplicity of erotic sweetness. It was like a burst of a particle into a universe that only gods could know. ***