Novel & Cerita Kembalinya Sang Archmage

I asked them once they all managed to sit down again. Oro's hands shook as he took a book from the table in front of him and opened it. He coughed and arranged his collar a little bit. A nervous tic. "Emm. My King and Queen" he started "since we realised about the prophecy many years ago. We have actually had several special wolves who dedicated their lives to the cause, investigating any shift in the balance of the realms. And that way would be able to inform us of any change in case the prophecy came near. We do not know if we have an enemy yet, we do not even know if there is an enemy.

The nine stood around the circular table that he had once hidden under with Layana, it felt like so long ago, a tiny smile crossed his lips as he reminisced on their night together, it had only been a few hours since he had seen her, but he missed her already. “This is a very dangerous game my king,” Adantero the Metal Mage said, his grey eyes sharp, he was a man in his mid-40s. “One that we must play, what do you know about the ability of the Dark Lord?” Evaan asked them, “The spell to check If he possesses an ability will not work,” Caylen the Water Mage spoke, his pale blond hair falling in front of his pale blue eyes. Gabriel the Fire Mage nodded; he was a man in his early 50s.

the name suddenly came out of my mouth. “Moria?” there was wonder in his voice but I could hear the joy by my mere utterance of that name. “The Grand Arch Wizard has fully resurrected,” “Yes,” he nodded as if he knew all along. “We need to defeat him before he could even grow. We need to destroy him, this time without any trace left,” Before he could wield the chain of destruction once again, I need to put an end to him. But it would be hard to reach him with all those milieus executives guarding him.

“Kill him. I want you to shoot him. Shoot him straight through the heart, dead where he stands, just as you did Caliphus. You’re an excellent shot. I know you won’t miss, even with the dueling sabers. Besides, if he has me on the ground, it should make for an easy shot for you, should it not?” Kelvin nodded slowly, considering the sight in his mind, “Extremely.” He pictured in his mind the scene, Blackridge having overcome Kallida’s magic and knocking the sorcerer from his feet, disarming him. There would the Archmage stand with the point of his pyrite sword at the Inquisitor’s throat, waiting for him to call on redemption, and... pull. His fingers felt the string’s release as his eyes marke

She and Rhobart had a few hours of sleep before the Mages set the pyres on fire. Rhobart, Ayla, the Paladins, and Milton stood next to the new Arch-Mage—a woman called Syndra. The Arch-Mage Semias had appointed her as his successor months ago. Rhobart held a torch in his right hand, and the new Arch-Mage Syndra lit it.

But for what she gathered from some rumors, he was being cursed to live so many lives, travel through time and the worst was losing his memory. From the underworld realm it has been rumored that from his ousting absence, the Archangel had accumulated sovereignty with the agreement of the council of divinities and had grown strong. He, however, could not merely come back and assert what he had lost without the council’s support, and that would impose some diplomatic navigation beyond prudent pressure. “Milord, do you suggest that I cure the two lads? What if the boys die?” asked Camellana “...I promised to heal them in exchange for their dedication.”

"I was there during the Luna Festival. You have no idea how happy it made me when your glamour was shed off and I saw you again!" I smile hesitantly. It's always among the mages that I find my home. This is the only place where I feel like I am enough. "Well, it's good to see you all," I say, taking my hands off Mage Marcus. "We will be very busy these coming days so I'm looking forward to working with each and every one of you." "Likewise, Mage Serra," Mage Isadora responds. "I am sooo happpyyy that you're back!" Mage Marcus exclaims.

“Ben, who lives in the dark house in the woods, the one you kept me from approaching that day I first saw you in the woods?” He blew out a hot breath, like he didn’t want to tell me, but I could tell that he would. “It’s complicated, Harlow, but essentially, the mage who lives there wants to destroy all of the good wolf packs. One at a time, she is infiltrating the good and using those who can be turned to drive us out of the forest or kill us, whichever she can accomplish first. Because of her, many of our kind have been lost to us, either leaving Whispering Hollow forever to try to protect their children, or not sending our kind back to us as is required by the council.”

I was somewhere deeper — inside the Pulse itself. Dark roots spiraled through a void of green mist. I could see threads connecting me to every plant, every seed, every life I’d ever touched within the Sanctuary. They trembled under the weight of the energy I was forcing through them. “Too much,” I whispered. “I’m burning it out.” And then I heard Echo — not from the outside this time, but inside me. “Balance, Kiami. You cannot conquer the storm. You must become part of it.” The words clicked.