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Energy whips through me, crackling over my skin and churning my blood as I chant silently into the night. “What…?” Amos gasps. His hands loosen around my neck. Greedily sucking in the heavy night air, I take the opportunity to speak the incantation aloud. The syllables slide out in a coarse whisper, echoing across the water in terse ripples. “​​From light to shadow, from stone to bone, I send you back to the void you’ve known. By earth, by sky, by sea, I proclaim, Be gone, demon, in darkness remain.”

Her lashes fluttered, and a pained moan slipped out, but she didn’t respond. I drew in a shaky breath and summoned every flicker of energy I had left. Heat surged from my chest, traveling down my arms as I pressed my glowing palms to her wound. The golden light flickered faintly, then fizzled I gritted my teeth and pushed harder, whispering the healing chant and pouring everything I had into her, “Virende lumara… alen theris.” The light shone brighter this time, but still, nothing happened. It wasn’t enough.

I walk towards the drawer, I opened it and grab the spell book. I sat on the bed, Anna's mom said I should put my mind and time to it, I started searching for a healing spell, I stopped on a particular page. 'Restore energy' was what was written in Latin. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, moving my hand forward. "curar el roto heridas.curar el roto de la heridas" I kept repeating the words, the lights in the room kept blinking, I kept repeating the spell. When I opened my eyes, I sigh, breathing heavily. "Whatcha doin'?" I got startled by him, he's here, how did he get in.

he assured me and I smiled, things were going as planned. WINTERS POV I stepped into the middle of the spiral looking thing that Heedah drew. everyone made a round circle around it, called Jasper, Daniel Heedah and Lydia. Heedah gave them some papers where she had written the incantation that they were supposed to repeat, we took in deep breaths continuously, everyone was scared of what the outcome might be. "Remember raven for Death, blackbird for vision." Heedah said and I nodded, the next thing, she motioned for everyone to start calling the words on our papers in unison.

With the speed of light I shift back and I joined and held hand with Shirer and Vee , we began chanting: "By the power of the ancient ones, We call upon the spirits of old. Remove this darkness, this evil influence, And restore the balance, the harmony to unfold.” “Again” . Shirer screamed "By the power of the ancient ones, We call upon the spirits of old. Remove this darkness, this evil influence, And restore the balance, the harmony to unfold.” I felt a massive surge leave me from my heart to my hands and onto Seth , my breathing was ragged like I was struggling to breathe but it was working. “One more time” Shirer screamed ontop of her voice

a healer started, but I cut her off. “Shh!” I hissed, eyes still shut, needing silence to pull this off. I heard her whisper to the others, calling them closer, their footsteps soft on the stone floor. “Come on, Zane,” I muttered, rubbing his chest slowly, chanting an ancient incantation under my breath, the words humming through me like a current.

My lungs expanded on their own, drawing in air that tasted like lightning and crushed glass. I didn't sing a melody. I didn't recite a script. I opened my mouth and released a single, sustained harmonic note—the fundamental frequency of Sequence 0. The sound didn't travel through the air; it traveled through the marrow of everyone in the room. The moment the note hit the Erasers, their grey-static lances shattered into harmless glass shards. Their suits split open, the artificial tech dissolving into a fine, silver mist that settled quietly onto the ancient stone floor. They did not die; they were simply un-installed from the room, their frequencies erased.

"She will accept me. Let's do it. We have to try." The two sat cross-legged on the floor, their hands clasped together, forming a circle of energy. Lilac began chanting ancient incantations, her voice rising and falling in a rhythmic cadence. The words were archaic, imbued with power: "Corda aetheris coniungantur, animus et corpus unum fiant. Ut potentia sit integra, et voluntas sit pura."

Bima is the academy's bottom-feeder with a useless magic attribute, obsessed only with learning healing arts to save his sick sister. He has no idea that the academy's golden boy, Kirill, is pathologically obsessed with him—and his 'useless' magic is actually the catalyst for a brewing magical disaster.

Pyrrha, my wolf, curled up happily in my mind. [The time has come, Lulu. We’re finally going to be whole again,] she whispered softly. Dylan stepped forward and lifted the lid of the wooden box completely. A reddish luminescence burst forth from my heart, filling the dimly lit room with a celestial glow. She began chanting an incantation in the ancient tongue of the Sorcerers—a language that felt older than the woman herself. The moment Dylan hovered his hands over my chest, the spreading warmth shifted into a numb sensation tracing a vertical line down my chest.