Novel & Cerita Kembalinya Sang Archmage

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.

The echo of Seraphine’s prophecy still rang in my bones when the chamber split into shouts again. But this time it wasn’t about Nora. It was about me. “Elias.” My father’s voice cracked across the hall like a whip. The Archmage didn’t raise his volume, he didn’t need to. Every eye swung toward him, the crowd parting as though the sound itself commanded it. Callum Everley rose from his seat, his cloak blazing violet, copper runes sparking like stars as they lit along the hems. “Step away from her.”

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.