Infinite Mage Chapter 66 Novels & Stories

I see the faces of most of my eyes become pale and they start of sweat; Mage comes out as he pleases nowadays and he's been training with my body too, everyone already knows that Mage resides inside me and has seen him multiple times but I guess they're still not used to it. "My wonderful minions, I have waited so long to speak to you all. Your loyalty towards me and her is a necessity for me to win; therefore any hindrance caused by either one of you will not be received well by me. My time has finally come, you will all join me in my wrath of hell that I will unleash upon this world after our glorious victory." Mage's deathly loud deep voice echoes throughout the hall, as he warns them his

Infinity explained. "Then, I'm sure he will come bac-" Seolurrie wasn't able to finish her sentence when she felt herself breaking. She looked at her hands and saw that like a continuously breaking glass her hands were breaking into pieces. It spread from her hands to her arms, her feet and legs too. "It's starting," Infinity spoke, which made Seolurrie look at her, "You don't have to worry about anything. It is just a part of the process of the ceremony." Infinity stepped back and unleashed her magic energy.

Too slow. And still, he couldn’t let go. Across the nave, the guild gathered in low voices around the ruins of the old choir stalls. Arguments rose and fell like a tide. “We can’t take him back there,” one voice spat. “You saw what happened in the night. The shadows moved through him. He’s already lost.” “He’s not lost,” Maera hissed, clutching her scrolls to her chest like a shield. “The rite is real. I’ve read the records myself. He can be severed.”

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Well, I’ll have to make do with what I have. I turn around and go back to the cottage. The four mages are sitting around the wooden vessel, saying their incantations and adding bits of whatever into the container. Finally, they get up and stand back. “It’s done.” Nodding, I kneel next to the vessel. “I just stick my hands in it? I don’t say or do anything?” “No, Alpha.” I look over my shoulder at my mute Beta and Gamma, and lower my hands into the swirling, churning energy.

he said, his voice distorted but clear. The scarred mage stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as they fixed on the tortoise symbol etched into my palm. “Interesting,” she murmured. “What does it mean?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. Her expression gave nothing away. “It means you have much to explain. But that’s for later.” She turned to the others. “She’s clean. Let her through.” “What about Blooby?” I asked, clutching the small mechanical knight to my chest. The mage’s gaze softened, if only slightly. “He can come—for now.” Relief flooded through me as the gleaming surface of the Border parted, allowing us entry.

And there, hunched over a cauldron, stood the mage. The old mage turned slowly, his face cloaked in shadows. Only his silver eyes gleamed. “You return, child of fire and blood,” he rasped. “But this time... you come with death on your hands.” Mira stepped forward, dragging the maid inside with a thud. “I want her scent,” she said flatly. “Seraphina. The little dove everyone is so obsessed with. I want her sweetness, her innocence… all of it.” The mage stared at her for a long moment.

They were scribblings, points hastily jotted down, but Xavier could make out some parts like — 'organisation → humans — mage... human -pawn'. Xavier furrowed his eyebrows. Why was mage mentioned in here? At the moment, he could not make any sense of the documents. He folded them neatly before pocketing them. He slid the 'book' back to its place and went out of the room.

“It feeds of strength and life force. My magic can protect you but magic this old demands balance.” I wasn’t stupid. Nothing came without a price. “Again I ask, what exactly do you want?” The mage smiled, slow and deliberate. "A fraction of your immortality." Beside me, Magnus stiffened. I narrowed my eyes. "How much?" "Sixty percent," he said, voice calm, almost casual. Silence. Then Magnus snapped, “That’s insane. Do you think we’re foolish enough to give you that?” “I think you have no other options,” the mage replied calmly.

We clashed, and a flashback of mother and Malleteagan came to mind. Fire orbs mixed with black smoke and blue electricity zaps formed a fierce and fiery crown mixed with black dust and smoke around his hands. He aimed at my chest and directed his magic towards me. I felt the energy surge ripple through me, and the lilac substance of my life essence projected out of me, forming a shimmering violet armour that deflected Marcellus’ magic back from me. The tendrils of his magic quickly swirled around and retracted into his hands. I smirked and said: “I hope for the sake of your sorry ass that you have something more and better than this. My powers slivered and surged through me. When I was about