Kembalinya Sang Archmage Novels & Stories

As we ventured deeper into the heart of the imbalance, the air grew thick with an eerie, pulsating energy. I could feel the weight of the prophecy bearing down upon me, the fate of our realm hanging precariously in the balance. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. Damien, the mysterious and powerful sorcerer who had once rejected me, now stood before me with a look of determination. "I know I was wrong to push you away," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I realize now that I was blind to the true extent of your power and potential. I want to make it right, to help you fulfill the prophecy and restore balance to the realm."

Because of that, a person claiming to be a should be able to at least achieve what Cynthia Delaroche achieved. The problem here was, that there was no 'exam' that could certify the title of Archmage, considering that an Archmage was the one who achieved the pinnacle of the arts of magic. So someone claiming to be an 'Archmage' must be able to do what the previous Archmage could do, or surpass it. Cynthia Delaroche was able to build a gigantic magical wall that protects a literal kingdom from monster attacks and the Vampire Lords who have built up their power for hundreds of years to try and invade the kingdom.

M’gethir stayed at a distance, supporting them both by hurling nearby planets at the creature’s face. They seemed to be working perfectly in sync with each other, but I had a feeling that it wouldn’t last, and soon my fears were confirmed. In an instant, the large figure imploded in on itself. I thought it was weakened in some way until there was a bright purple flash and a shockwave tore through the area. Almost immediately, the bodies of all the remaining Arch-mages and gods fell to the ground.

Carl cleared the path, blades flashing. They reached the aqueduct—but it was caved in. “There!” Carl pointed to an old scrying gate. Maika summoned her last reserve of magic, touched the pendant Vantessa gave her—and burst the portal open with a wave of power. They stepped through— And were gone. The fortress behind them began to crumble, swallowed in the backlash of its own power. ----------- A heavy silence loomed as Archon Morviel, the head of the Council, stood before them, hands clasped tightly behind his back. His eyes, pale and knowing, scanned the room like a hawk tracking prey.

We kicked off our boots and waded in fully dressed, drinking deeply before sinking into the coolness with appreciation. “We’ll camp here tonight,” Rivyn decided, floating on his back. “Tomorrow we have to make our way up the mountain.” He righted himself suddenly in the water, his head tilted back as he frowned. “Surely not.” I followed his gaze and found the familiar gathering of birds circling in the sky. “The mages?” I asked him. “Incenthema,” he snarled suddenly, and the circling birds screeched as they caught alight, burning with such ferocity that their feathers turned to ash, and all that remained was smoke and the slow fall of black dust.

His gaze drifted to her from the ground, nodding as he understood the look in her eyes. “Shine bright, Alexis”. He whispered in her ears. She steeled her heart and turned to the one responsible for this mess. Her hands raised, unleashing the beast she had contained for a bit too long. The dark shadows caused shivers among spectators and when she found her target disguised as a young man. “Darron Kaedmen, on the account of possessing the Emperor with shadow magic, as his mage I strip you of your ability to perform shadow magic”, and just like that, the façade of a young man broke revealing an obese, wrinkly raisin.

In that moment, I knew we had to act swiftly, for the fate of our kingdom hung in the balance. With a commanding voice, I bellowed my orders to the archers, their bows at the ready, their arrows hungry for justice. "Take aim, my warriors!" Aldo, my most trusted marksman, locked eyes with me, his gaze filled with determination. He understood the gravity of the situation, the urgency that coursed through our veins. "Prepare to unleash the fury of our arrows upon those deceitful sorcerers!" With a deft hand, Aldo infused his arrow with the very essence of magic itself. It crackled with power, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos.