Novel & Cerita Arcane Vastaya

“Still active. We left it for bait.” Ryn opened one of the books. “Names, dates, payments. They’ve been moving money through Marr and Veyr for years.” Elara looked at Aria. “And?” Aria set down her notes. “And they tried to scry through Anchor 12 last night. I felt it. It was low level, but it’s the same signature as the blood magic at Drayce.” She looked at Darius. “Whoever it is, they’re close. Or they have someone close.”

But in my chest, the voice still coils like a living root. --- Far below, in the mortal realm, Araya wakes gasping in the dark. She does not know why—only that something vast has brushed her soul. And in the back of her mind, Nyxara whispers. Not in warning. In grim satisfaction: They’re starting to understand.

It was ancient: “You took me in, thinking I was yours.” “But I was never yours, Elara.” “You are mine.” The flame rose behind her, not silver. Now white-gold. Fierce, burning with recognition. A healer named Vessa—one of the elders who had resisted Elara’s rise—stepped into the flame circle. She raised her hand toward Aryn. “Child, come back,” she whispered. Aryn didn’t move but the flame pulsed. And Vessa’s body stopped. Mid-breath. Eyes wide.

"Since Asta is confined to the Spirit Realm under lock and key, I think it's a pretty good chance that you won't be getting anything from her." Aryn's pale face went bone white. "No. She promised me. She vowed to me I would get her back." "What kind of vow?" Graysten asked. "When did you make it?" "She came to visit me after she learned the Azicans were coming here. She made a proper sacred vow." Aryn wrung her hands, her fingers blanching white under the strain. "She was free." "It must have been right before she tried to trap us in the Between," Graysten said, looking between Scarlet and me.

Gareth nodded, “I that’s the case, then I am coming with you.” “What are you two even talking about?” Cassandra asked. “I am going back to the Arkenta— “We are going to Arkenta” Gareth interrupted but Vera nodded weakly as if finding it difficult to argue with him. “But Arkenta is a long way from here. Besides, are we not in this together?” “The prophesy would have been fulfilled before we get back there. But this will get us to Arkenta faster,” Vera grinned and removed a Black Amytal fluid from her small bag. “Collected it from one of those Cavaliers outside.”

Then it steps out. Massive. Hulking. A creature that makes Theon’s Lycan form feel almost human in comparison. Its fur is ashen black, matted in places, thick and dirty in others. Green saliva drips in thick, slow strands from its snarling jaw, splashing onto the earth and sizzling on contact. Its eyes glow a pale, ghostly white, blank and ancient. Like the grave itself. Theon takes a step back. Arwan doesn’t move. “Meet our great-great-grandfather,” he says softly. “The first Lycan.”

She channeled her inner energy into Arya Santanu's body by placing her palms on his chest. Slowly, Dewi's pure energy began to penetrate and spread to Arya's body. However, when going deeper into Arya Santanu's subconscious, Dewi Sari Kencana was surprised by a figure sitting on a throne with the base of a human skull. The energy, aura and form of Arya Santanu's subconscious were dominated by the color dark red. A pool of blood appeared on the surface of the floor that Dewi Sari Kencana stepped on. Red flames also surround the room.

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]