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At that moment, Christine saw the situation in the bedroom and could only describe it as horrifying. A magic circle had been drawn on the floor in blood, and judging by the symbols on it, it was demonic in style. In the centre of the circle was a stone altar the size of a sink with a carved wooden emblem on it. Christine knew that this was the symbol of a certain Lord of the Abyss, and that the other party could be regarded as a weak god of divine power who could not bestow divine arts. On the bed in the bedroom lay Yibel's fiancé. Bloodstains on his body indicated the source of the blood used in the magic circle on the floor.

Christopher said, interrupting, his eyes on me. I had a feeling the large flying thing Arthur had seen was Abernathy. "It was a demon," Arthur said, his face troubled. "A shadow, darker than the night, with large golden eyes that shone in the darkness, and tore into my soul." As he spoke, he studied the sky. "Are you sure?" Joanna asked, peering at the sky with him. It wasn't that she doubted him. That, I could tell. But she was worried.

"We really worked on those words. I can't wait to see it." Emma jumped into Scott's arms, waving a paper at him. "I painted a picture of our family. See? There's me and Grant and Mommy and you." His heart swelled with pride as he gazed at the paper. The painting showed four smiling stick figures, all holding hands. The tallest one had long yellow hair and a beard. "Just beautiful, l'il bit," he beamed. "You are a terrific artist." David cleared his throat, reminding Scott that this was something other than a regular day.

There are no chances a potus can be retrieved or come back in use after it's extracted. If a demon obtains a potus, it will make him immortal, and give him unimaginable power. Only way to kill that demon is if, the satangel from which he extracted the potus kills him. But the chances of his death by a satangel without potus is negligible because after a satangel loses it's potus, they become extremely weak, they won't even have enough power to stand, and after a few minutes they die leaving no one else in this universe who could kill that demon.

Looking towards the source of the sound, in the east of the capital city of Gusomds, there stood a giant black figure rising. It stood up. From Arista’s perspective, this giant black figure was about fifteen feet tall, raising its head to the sky and letting out a long howl, shaking the Abyss. Arista looked at it in shock: “What is that?” Alpha Maeva’s voice echoed in her head: “It’s a creature created by the Dead Land pack using dark magic. After days of silence, it turns out they’ve been planning this.” “Is it dangerous?” “A creature formed by dark magic won’t die as long as the magic remains intact. They must have laid out a formation somewhere. As long as Levi doesn’t find the formation,

They had brought the ritual offerings and the sketch of the symbol with them, but it wasn’t until Narelle spoke up that Astasha broke her dead stare at the ground before her. “I know this symbol,” Said the Water Witch. “I recognize most of the runes in it, but I’ve never seen them all together.” responded Errant. “No, I’ve seen this exact symbol. It was in a children’s book, in the story of the Dark Mage. It was her crest. She wore it in the pictures.” Narelle looked up at the group. “So it’s true, this Dark Mage, she existed.” Whispered Helia. “Perhaps it’s her followers that are trying to complete her original goal,” Interjected Zephyr.

Naomi The wooden boards of the seaside promenade creak under my restless steps, sending a symphony of eerie echoes into the night. God, it’s unsettling. In my hand, I’m holding a small figurine - Odette, now transformed into a solid stone by dark magic. My dark magic. I can’t help but trace the intricate dips and curves of the figurine with my fingers, feeling every detail of what I’ve done.

She shook her head from her thoughts and read through the book. She reviewed the basics on each of the realm’s noble families. The Dregok was known for its dragon armies and magic of war with the use of the element of fire and shadow magic. They dominated and destroyed other realms before trying to take the other twelve. They were able to join four other realms within their own through their war tactics. They used their alliance with the shadow dragons to take down these other demon realms. There was a picture of one individual from the Dregok realm. The picture was labeled in a script that she could not read. The picture was more like a painting. It showed a man who had cat eye looking eyes

He knew precisely that there would be a time that Edgar Brownfur would bring havoc to Wolftopia once again and he was already well prepared for it. For more than twenty years, Joseph had secretly gathered enough mana so he could perform the ultimate white magic for one more time. This spell required a tremendous amount of mana because the spell was so powerful. When Joseph saw that Edgar was charging a powerful dark spell that was strong enough to kill all people within the dining hall, the old man knew that there had been no better time than now to cast his ultimate white magic, ‘the Goddess wrath.’ And so, Father Joseph began to chant his ultimate magic when Edgar was charging his black sp

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