Genshin Abyss Mages Novels & Stories

After a moment, a flood of other servants burst out of the stairs, in a wild frenzied flight of terrified people. “Enough!” it was the woman mage. “Enough.” Rivyn said nothing, but the building ceased trembling. I drew my song to a close and the room stilled. Mages picked themselves up from the floor. I could hear their moans and groans, and their heavy breathing as if they had all run hard in pursuit of us. Rivyn, by comparison, was unflustered. It had been nothing to him to hold off the attack of two hundred or more mages and almost bring their building down around their ears.

Rubeus didn't even flinch and let his familiar do the job , by the time his son's familiar was done - only glistening bones of the monster' s were left . Lord Kaisen almost threw up , his son was indeed too cruel . " How are we supposed to get in ?" asked Rubeus as he gazed at the bubbling pool of magma surrounding the deformed building of Northern Abarcus . Here the most notorious dark mages and criminals were transported off , they knew that the security of this place was high but the security here - wasn't it too well restricted ? " We will have to do something, we need to get in "

Something older—deeper—threading into the bones of Moonfall Keep. Her fingers glow faintly. Dull. Ash-toned. She inhales sharply. “This wasn’t a shadow,” she says slowly, each word deliberate. “It was absence.” The word hits like a dropped blade. Cain’s voice is low. “Explain.” “Someone burned themselves out of the world,” Maereth continues. “Ash magic. Starved. Broken. The kind that doesn’t cast—it consumes. It leaves nothing behind because there’s nothing left to leave.”

“If you could dive any further, you’d reach the Meikai Abyss, named after the Underworld. At thirty-six thousand feet, it’s the deepest known point on our planet. At that depth almost all creatures are a pale red or cream color, including the tenguzame, the goblin shark. No blue Slayer has seen the Meikai Abyss. We only know it exists by having lowered thousands of fathoms of wheke rope as a sounding line and through rare interactions with deep-sea creatures. “Having said that, the place the Ayakashi had taken me was darker than midwinter midnight, blacker than any black known to man, probably even darker than the Meikai Abyss. I had to coin a name for it: Shikkoku no Ago. The Blackest Maw.

What Cassie and the others knew was that every day, she would be inside her father's study. Today, Minerva already finished her practice. It was already a month after she started her practice but it was only recently when she learned how to control her mana as the earlier lessons were about the theory and difference of the saint archmages to the others. Whether the jeweled eye possessor already reached the level of Saint Archmage or not, they were still called Saint Archmages as they would reach it in no time. However, not every jeweled eye possessor could reach the Saint Archmage realm because of what they called the "dawn of the fifth".

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

It was red. Deep in the abyss, something woke up. A mechanical grinding sound, loud enough to shake the teeth in my skull, rose from the dark. Huge, ancient gears began to turn. "The Abyssal Engine," Leo whispered. "The drain plug." A massive suction force erupted from the pit below. It wasn't pulling air. It was pulling ether. It was a vacuum specifically designed to siphon magic. The purple energy around the Architect wavered. The tendrils of shadow holding him

"They're all around us! Everywhere!" The corpses of the gods floating in the ruins—the shattered, ashen-grey golden angels—suddenly convulsed. The dark violet Abyssal energy forcibly drilled into their dead husks, replacing their original hearts. Dozens of Abyss-infected monstrosities lunged from the shadows of the debris. They no longer used beam weapons or maintained perfect formations like before. Instead, acting like rabid beasts, they unhinged their torn metallic jaws and threw themselves directly at the human mechs with nothing but their claws and bodies.

The title read : -The History That Has Been Obliterated- Mages are often considered to be wizards who have shifted to practise dark magic. They are considered evil, pawns of the devil. They are feared and looked down upon. Their names are not taken, they are people who can control the elements of nature. They wield powers which a normal wizard cannot. Yes, we are wizards but earlier, a Mage was looked upon with reverence and given equal respect like any other Supernatural creature.