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His hands, weathered and marked by the passage of time, hovered above her, radiating a gentle aura of energy. The wizard closed his eyes, delving into the depths of his knowledge, tapping into the wellspring of his magical prowess. He reached out with his mind, seeking the threads of Lucy's essence, searching for the source of the darkness that had ensnared her. His focus was unyielding, his concentration unbreakable, as he delved deeper into the mysteries of her being.

she said to me as she stepped out of the circle. Beyond her, I saw the smoke had completely enveloped Heather. With lightning speed, Sera sent a surge of magic at Gabe. It was so fast, I didn't have time to react and the magic hit him square in the chest. He sailed backward, landing in the bushes. At once, a thousand spiders were on him. I went to help, except Mizrabel appeared in front of me. "Hello, daughter," she said, her eyes glimmering with hatred.

Ava was currently scolding Arlo for trying to sit up. "Ava," I said kneeling. "Tor brought back some herbs for a silver antidote. We are going to need it brewed into tea." Ava nodded while standing and rushed off to the manor. Tor started dictating commands to the shifters around him to start bringing the wounded to the manor. I reached my hands above Arlo's cut on his arm. "Awesome," Arlo said excitedly. "It's finally my turn to get healed by your magic!" Shaking my head, I couldn't help but smile.

That was the reason he was in this state, on the brink of death. "So? What's it going to be?" Harrod crowded over. "Do you see anything, Mister Penn?" "Yes. I've found a way to heal Mister Albus." Wilbur opened his right hand, placing all five of his fingertips against Albus' stomach. The next second, a powerful force of suction emerged from his palm to absorb the spider web of power of destruction in Albus' body. The spider was turned into black miasma and white light as well, eventually absorbed into Wilbur's body altogether.

They exchanged worried glances before creeping toward the source of the noise. As Aqua followed them, she watched in horror as they stumbled upon a hidden chamber within the academy. There, cloaked figures surrounded a young student, their hands glowing with dark energy. They were opening the child’s magical core—an act so forbidden that it sent ripples of dread through Aqua’s very being. “No! They’re going to destabilize his magic!” her father shouted, fear etched into his features. “We have to stop this!” Her mother hesitated, her eyes filled with conflict. “But we can’t! We’ll be exposing ourselves. If they find out we’re here—”

"Not just in me. In both of us." "Then we use it." Kara's violet eyes hardened with determination. "Together. We end this." Outside the cave, the forest had gone silent. The corrupted half-bloods had been marching toward the waterfall, driven by Liesel's dark magic, their empty eyes fixed on their goal. But when the golden light exploded from the cave, when the First Wolf's power surged through the earth and sky, they stopped.

“Lost.” “Did you collect any cores?” Arth nodded and slowly showed the purple core he was holding. A loud, echoing gasp the audience made around the arena. The grand mage, including the grand knights, had their lips parted in shock. “This is…” the old mage picked the small sphere and did a scan. “The first… A-class core a warrior had ever collected…in all competitions.” “What?” Arth furrowed his brows while holding his left shoulder. Sir Tera approached the two and took a glance at the purple core. “Magus Aldred, what’s your decision?” said the grand knight. “This kid, Bran, has full of white cores and two red-“

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.

The piece of Horcrux let out a high pitched shriek and was consumed by the hungry flames, while Erik released the white tendrils from his blue magic circle. The shriek made every person inside the office shiver, even the portraits were not spared of the feeling brought by it. Erik then took his hand back, now empty of the 'thing' and canceled the magic circle. With a little concentration, the living ball of hungry fire, that had grown a little after the 'feeding', started to diminish in size. It was getting smaller, and smaller, until it got so small that it snuffed itself out. Erik then closed his hand and relaxed. The portraits of the old headmasters and headmistresses cheered and clapped

There is no way of distinguishing Dark-Cored Wizards from Light-Cored ones however, since the cores are determined only by an in-depth exam that can only be done in a secured environment that lasts for at least half-an hour. Magical cores are the strongs of magic that settles at the very bottom of a Wizard's heart, it's color determines whether the Wizard would be good or bad. The cores direct a Wizard's way of thinking, and so far, no Dark-Cored Wizard have ever beem good and vice versa.