Novel & Cerita Infinite Mage Chapter 66

“You don’t have to go to battle with this. You do not have to run. All you need to do is embrace it.” My hand shook where Maxwell held me. “Lena, I will kill you if you — — The world split open. Magic blazed in the chamber, pouring up from cracks in the ground. It flowed through my veins, searing, curling, taking root. I screamed, my sight going all white. Maxwell yelled my name. But I was already gone. The reality surrounding me was not real.

Could this also be part of what happened six years ago with the resurrection of King Nigel? "Bring on that day." I snarled, attempting to surge forward but stopping as Ian wrapped his arms around me. "LET GO!" I hissed, fighting to break free. "We can’t let them escape!" "What a fiery little pup." The mage chuckled. "But what can someone with a trapped lycan do?" "I’ll show you." I growled, attempting to call on the fire but finding that it wouldn’t come. "W-what?" "Don’t worry, it is only temporarily locked." The mage chuckled. "Anyway, as fun as this encounter was, there is still much to do."

I could hear voices behind me, worried, shouting my name, but they were distant, drowned out by the roar of magic surging around me. Black spots danced across my vision. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, deafening, uneven. The pressure increased, suffocating, unbearable. I tried to pull back, but I couldn’t. My magic wasn’t just failing, it was being devoured. No. I clenched my jaw, straining to hold on, to fight back, but my body was shutting down. My legs gave out. My arms dropped limply to my sides. Ariel’s laughter rang out, light and amused. “Oops,” she said, stepping forward, hands on her hips. “Did I forget to mention something?”

I didn’t mind dying for making Ora suffer, but I had to save Evaan; no matter what. When the sixth blow landed on my back, I realised that Ora had been holding back most of her strength. This time the silver whip tore through my skin, branding right into my flesh. I managed to stop myself from screaming but I couldn’t stop the blood from sputtering out of my mouth. Every strike after that was like a lash of hot iron branding into my skin. At the tenth strike, I couldn’t keep myself upright and dropped to the ground. This didn’t make the blows stop. The Grand Magus continued to rain blows with equal intensity.

The last time she casted a spell, she was very weak so I was worried what spell she casted now. "Open it," Jax said, his voice sounding tense. My fingers fumbled with the clasp. I flipped through the brittle pages, my heart pounding. Then I saw it. A chapter, neatly titled in elegant script: "Becoming a Full Magician." What? Elena never told me anything about this. Was this a new spell? How powerful was this spell that it turned her almost mindless? I tried to look through the book to know if there was any part that talked about the side effects of such a spell or what it would cost whoever cast it but there was nothing. All it had was the spell, a single line and nothing else.

It was a visual reminder that even in a world of magic, some were born more equal than others. I reached the Great Hall, and the heavy oak doors groaned as I pushed them open. The silence that followed was visceral. I started the walk toward the Ignis House table. As I passed the House Aqua section, a sophomore water mage - decked out in his blue suit - literally began to lose his physical integrity. He turned to liquid on his bench, his form melting into a puddle of blue-tinted water as I sauntered past, my ponytail swaying rhythmically. I didn't even look back. I had a soul to save and a script to set on fire.

YOU EARNED THE CARD GRADE SSS INDESTRUCTIBLE SHIELD. A joyful voice manifested in the cozy room, Ariet the Archmage sat down on the soft bed, he had a languid and lazy behavior. Nothing like the suffering Archmage who said heroic words but unfortunates. "What happened after Ariet death?" the Archmage asked while stretching himself on the soft bed, he ignored all the mission's prizes. He was more interested to know what happened to his fool friends of this last world.

With a deep, Minotaur roar he surged forward, raising his large axe with the intent of cleaving the Mage nearest him. Zalikhe turned at the sound of his roar. She sent a strong burst of mystical energy at him. It struck him in the chest, and the tall warrior stumbled. She cast a second one and he stopped, tumbling forward in pain, as the axe fell heavily to the ground. He was unable to rise with the pain racing through him. His dark eyes narrowed in frustration as he saw the Mages heading through the doors with their prize. His frustrated roar echoed across the grounds.

he replied. “What is he lecturing you on?” I wondered. “Never mind,” he brushed it off. “We’ll get free of this cesspool, and I will cast a portal to our next destination.” “Another book?” I asked him. “Indeed.” The mages, apparently, had learnt their lesson not to confront him, and as we passed beyond the boundaries of the city, we were not pursued, except for by a handful of birds that circled overhead. “Not so discrete,” he commented, with dry amusement. We were passing through fields, tall corn framing the road. “We’ll give it a little longer,” he decided, “and then I’ll cast a portal to the next location.”

The mana within the city vibrated, explosions were heard all around, and the mana reacted as the temperature rose. The air got so hot that the air particles caught fire, "no, Vega, you can't kill that kid. We came out here to scare him off, rough him up a bit. Do you know what would happen if you actually killed him? Do you think there's somewhere we could hide to get away from Saxon's wrath?" "Screw that, that kid's just at the Platinum Realm, who do we four brothers need to fear him?" DelaMe sighed," have you forgotten what happened the last time you challenged him? Your flames can't reach him, he actually melted our attacks. Ganging up on him isn't an option either. Have you forgotten he'