End Of Magic Era 소설 & 이야기

No one knew about his magick, except Zach, his best friend. The coven of witches in Coven Groves was extinct, when the last real witch with pure magick, this Paula's grandmother, died and after that, there were mostly only wiccan people with soft magick, whose ancestors were real witches or wizards. Miranda Belize, the owner of the sweet tooth, was also from the wiccan line and she had soft magick, too. She was also an Earth witch, who made remedies with water and herbs. The librarian in their town, Mama Bora, was also someone with soft magick. Until Art. Art was the first one in decade with powerful pure magick.

I saw councils where omegas stood at the center, giving orders, shaping law, commanding respect. They were not hidden. They were not kneeling. Then the Moon descended. Not as a blessing. As judgment. “They were winning,” Maelis said. “Not with brute force. With unity. With ancient magic, the Moon could not fully control.” The wall showed a flash of blinding light. Then something worse than destruction. Erasure. Cities collapsed into dust. Names vanished from stone. Symbols cracked and disappeared as if they had never existed. My hands started shaking. “It didn’t just destroy them,” I whispered. “It erased them.”

“Do ya know why the portal to Shadow Land is most easily traveled in this era? Why not in Roman times or in the future? Why now?” Brandon stared at Fiona for a moment before responding. “Now is the time when magic is the strongest in these parts. The reason is something I don’t know. I just know that to be the case,” he said. “This magic enhances the portal. The magic of this land will fade with time and the portal will shrink and move to a more advantageous time and location... providing the evils don’t get their hands on the crystal key before then.” “I see,” Fiona mused. Rolling on her side, she propped herself onto her elbow and cradled her cheek in the palm of her hand. “Tell me a littl

​She drove the beam straight into the floating disc of zinc beneath her feet. ​The miles-wide metallic plate exploded into ten thousand jagged shards, the concussive blast sending a shockwave through the seventieth tier that physically tore the three Cancellers into molten fragments of scrap metal. The weightless void was instantly filled with a blinding, white-hot eruption of ancient, un-indexed magic that had been bottled up since the first dawn of the continent, tearing through the abandoned territories like a localized super-nova. ​The seventieth layer didn't just fail; it underwent a total, cataclysmic system crash.

She indicates us all with a wave of her hand. “But what about last week? What happened then?” Xander asks, his face confused. “The magic placed under normal circumstances is designed to wear off or weaken every two to three years, depending on the deployment and age of the warrior. As it nears the end of its term, it naturally weakens, and we’ve had instances where it’s worn off enough for a warrior to start sensing their mate, or their mate to sense them.

He was not the clean cut business man I was used to seeing. I glanced back at John and found him kneeling next to the sigils on the floor. They were untouched by the magic that he'd casted earlier. In fact, they looked as if they'd been burned into the concrete rather than painted on like when we'd first come down the stairs. How'd that happen? "What the hell?" I sank to the floor, ignoring Nathan and Poe for the moment. John shook his head. "There's something wrong with the magic here. It's..." he closed his eyes, frowning. "Tainted, twisted."

She heard her father continued. “Magic is about practice.” Roman raised his brows at his daughter sudden sad look. “But not everyone mastering magic as fast as you.” “Really?” “Really.” Roman saw the glow return to his daughter’s eyes. “Want to know a secret?” “What?” The sun shone brightly. Its light reflected on every tall window of the mansion. The stable was busy when they walked passing it. Workers were doing their duty, feeding the horses, brushing their hair and cleaning them, and taking them for a slow ride.

"I miss the smell of the rain." The trek back to Aethel-Luna was quiet. They were leaving the King behind but carrying the soul of a new nation. As they crossed the valley's border, Elara looked back at the distant, glowing outline of the United Cities. The war of magic was over. The war of technology was over. Now, they faced the toughest battle: the war of Coexistence.

the world was now overruled by magic. in the early years of 2000 magic had a rupted from the core of the Earth destroying all technology and modern day buildings. the few humans that survived were met by the many magical beings that emerge from the core. and they were forced to bow if not serve the intensity of the magic creatures. as the years passed the magic began to grow order and soon kingdoms were made. The Kingdom of Eden, Kingdom of the Centaurs. The Kingdom of Salazar, Kingdom of the Dragons.

Magic and Alchemy must not be rooted in the same soil. It was a lesson learned from the chaos that occurred decades ago. After Sorcery, the Dark Art created by combining Magic and Alchemy was banned in this world, the Euclase Imperial Continent wiped out all knowledge of not only Sorcery but also Magic. At the same time, while Euclase chose Alchemy to be studied in modern times, the Petunia Continent or the West Continent chose Magic. So while the Euclase people knew nothing about Magic, the Petunia Continent people knew nothing about Alchemy either.