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I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

I couldn’t believe he was. My hand trembled slightly as I reached for another scroll, one Max had written, salvaged from the last campfire before we retreated. Notes on unstable Rift energy, fragments of old summoning scripts, and the sketch of a symbol that hadn’t left my mind for days—a tear-shaped glyph embedded in shadow flame. Across from me, Prince Damian Lucien sat, his midnight-blue robes draped over the edge of his chair. He wasn’t speaking either, though his eyes were sharp and focused on me.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

“She said the rogues are using dark magic, they will capture innocent rogues from packs and transform them into mindless rogues for their own use.” “And how's that possible, Darian doesn't know dark magic the last time I checked, if not he would have used it to his favour years back.” “He has a black witch on his side, and his uncle is a master of dark magic, he had practiced dark magic before I was even born, he was banished alongside his brother.” Arden replied with his hand against his face. “PROBLEM.”

Kaen was awed and commented. " What? No... Why? Does silver eyes mean something to you?" Amber shook her head. " Naw, it's just really cool. We Versions are sometimes created based on skillful warriors. For example, I'm created based on the mythical Silver Dragon, which is why my magic is phantom magic. " Manor waved it offf. " Yeah! Yeah! I may not have his piercing blue eyes, but I'm created!" Kaen nodded. " Let me guess Saki The Demon Lord Slayer." I guessed.

Trenton asked, taking a few steps back. “Okay, I see your point. While I don’t believe my father would have done that, I will take your word for it. Since you can turn back time, I will want you to show me what really happened back then, but later.” Cyran answered Trenton, as I held my breath to keep myself from throwing up. “First, let’s get rid of that black Dragon Mark.” Trenton waved his hand and a female, about my age stepped forward. She looked tiny and I couldn’t imagine that she was able to contain a Dragon within her. I knew there were female Dragons, but this was the first time I had seen one.

His name was Yama, the most senior Warrior of The Hunter's Guild. Yama was known for his deadly attack - capable of knocking down a buffalo with 1000 Health Points in a single attack. However, Yama's attack is ineffective against Magmar, a female-bodied World Boss with a long, snake-like lower body. Magmar is the summoner of lightning and carries a deadly weapon: two magic sword blades. Since Magmar is a magical creature, defeating her quickly requires magic weapons and Nebula energy. Meanwhile, Warriors like Yama relied on physical strength and Mingzhu energy.

"They hold onto emotions instead of embracing power." His fangs glinted in the moonlight as he revealed them with a grin. It was time to push them further, to ensure that no decision they made would lead to unity. With a wave of his hand, Draven summoned the shadows around him. They writhed and twisted, forming the image of a gaunt, cloaked figure—the same one that had haunted Magnus’s nightmares. It was an illusion, but a powerful one, imbued with Draven’s dark magic. This figure would infiltrate the council meeting, planting doubts in the minds of those who were still undecided.

If it wasn't for these damned shackles, I could escape this place with no problem. My thoughts were interrupted by jangling at the door. In another instant, it opened and Damion stepped in, followed by a cloaked figure. My eyes widened when I recognized the cloaked man. It was the sorcerer that had confronted the pack days ago. The cloaked man stared at me with emotionless eyes. "What the hell is he doing here?" I asked wearily. Damion looked from me to the sorcerer with a sneer. "My friend Coltus here, is going to be the one who helps us unlock your lovely charming abilities," Damion preened.

It's mouth hung wide open showing a display of huge canines like razors ready to destroy. We all stared at the paper. I didn't get the point Faye was trying to make by showing me this. So... It's a picture of a red eyed demon, probably from an old fairy tail considering how old and rusty the book was. "Faye what does this have to do with anything? "Ming chimed. 'Oh thank God it didn't have to be me.'