Novelas y relatos de Arcane Vastaya

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.

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.]

When he’s satisfied I’ve been thoroughly washed, he leads me to stand in a shallow spot where the water crests just above my ankles. Then Vastian steps forward, a vial in hand. He uncorks it and dips two fingers in, pressing them to the hollow of my throat. The oil is warm and fragrant, a blend of lavender and something deeper—myrrh, maybe—something ancient. He smooths it over my skin, tracing the path of my pulse with purpose.

Huh, people just wouldn’t stop judging. “Do you know what flower came to my mind when I looked at Zephyr for the first time?” Luna Nesta said, looking into my eyes. “A flower that’s found only in inaccessible Gloom forests of Goredom. A flower that has the ability to take the form and shape of every flower in this world, but it has no defined properties of its own. Till date, no one has been able to find out what is the true form of that flower.” “Arcanes, also known as the Nameless flowers,” Miya said, and luna Nesta nodded.

Arielle shrugged. "Nobody was using it." Lycian shook his head. "That core killed three of my ancestors." "They tried to harness it and turned to ash." "And you ate it like an apple." Arielle walked over to the map. She looked at the red dots. "Your ancestors were wolves," she said. "Wolves choke on Void." "I breathe it." She pointed to a large cluster of red dots near the coast. "What is this?" "Supply depot," Lycian said.