End Of Magic Era Novels & Stories

“Two hundred million over the course of three hundred years. Give or take a few million. We weren’t great at keeping track back then.” “That doesn’t sound like a whole lot. There are eight billion people-” “There weren’t eight billion back then. Six hundred million at most. Spread out across the planet, and everyone was sick. Everyone. Some survived, most didn’t.” “Right. So this Beauregard… what happened to him in the end?” “He used strong magic casters, and the spell keeping him alive was damn near unbreakable. The Towers were cracking. Things started to happen. Weird shit. Not planes falling out of the sky weird-”

Pulse asked. “Different forms of magic operate on different frequencies. Thus, making it difficult to master more then one domination. But every few millenaries the convergence takes place, all magic is up for grabs, and the staff of Jogan is one of the few weapons in parabolas that can take the full amount. The Undertaker walked closer to Pulse as he explains. Finding himself at a loss for words, Pulse was perplexed on his father’s false demise. “I see your baffled, Son.” Eric smiled with a horrid cecal.

But in the end, it was their decision, and we had no choice but to accept it. There were never any huge fights or cheating scandals between them as far as I knew. They simply fell out of love. Now Dad lived in Manchester with his girlfriend, handling the Burkhart & Wilson Enterprise branch there while Mom handled things back home. Surprisingly, they still got along well. After the call ended, Maggie and I eventually started driving back. “So you’re really not going to say goodbye to Zai at all?” I asked as I parked in front of her boyfriend's apartment building.

​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.

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.

“Something happened a few years after the kingdom was fully created. It seemed that suddenly, magic and its memory had been wiped from the land. No one seemed to remember that Fresonia had once been a place of all magic. Now it was just ordinary.” “But the magic did not fully disappear,” Joseph interjected. My mother shook her head. “No. It appears that the royal family was able to hold onto its dragon abilities, and a few bloodlines amongst the civilians retained their own magic, although their abilities were severely diminished.” I decided to prod further. “Do you think this enchantress had anything to do with the disappearance of magic?” My mother sighed. “It was a thousand years ago. Her

Oren rubbed is stubbly beard, “We masked the magic here with a spell Cain came across. I don’t want to fight anyone over it or force anyone away from it. That would be a terrible waist of the magical power here.” “Besides, you need as much power as you can get.” Cain blurted out. Oren gave him a startled and admonishing gaze at the same time. “I mean, to charge your own spell nodes.” Cain recovered. “All right let’s have it, then.” Loril said. “What?” Oren tried to feign innocence.

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.

The numbers of Mage were quite short actually, probably almost to the point of useless even, but 10 Grand Wizard is sufficient enough also, as a Grand Magus of Tier 6, the old man is quite good actually. He’s a living legend so to said, famous a few hundred years back for participating in a lot of wars. But this sight from Institute of Artemesia is understandable, after all, they were not actually a country, but rather just a large private school that has it’s own land, most of the time they were neutral. But everyone can see that the time has changed, eventually they have to picked a side, since then they have chosen to side with the First World Alliance, hence they have to keep their parts