Lightcannon #arcane Novels & Stories

They carved the massive pillar of destruction into scattered fragments before it could land. Magma and wrath sprayed in every direction, but not a single drop touched even one of Talon's feathers. The golden light radiating from its body dissolved everything it reached into nothing the instant it made contact. The revenant on the right opened its maw wide and unleashed a condensed blast of soul cannon that screamed through the air. The cannon fire was black as ink on the outside. Billions of shrieking wraith voices churned within it, carrying enough power to destroy the soul of anyone below the Arcane High Priest realm.

00:00. "Main cannons fully charged. Anti-matter singularity stabilized," the Ark's AI announced. Scarlett’s eyes burned with golden fire as she stared up at the descending Leviathan. "Caleb. Clear the airspace," Scarlett ordered, her thumb hovering over the ultimate firing rune she had painted on the console. "I'm going to shoot the moon."

Cassandra obeyed, walking closer to me. I took a deep breath, feeling the heat of the light ball already even though she was still feet apart. "Stop" Aranthir ordered. "Kill him." With a loud scream, the light ball released from Cassandra's chest, coming straight at me as Cassandra collapsed to the floor.

She dodges me again by launching herself off the bars. I immediately stop my attack and turn my body to face her as my tail grabbed onto the bar keeping me in place. She grabbed onto the bars a distance away from me. Suddenly a cannonball fly right past us nearly missing her. We looked down and saw Troublemaker using Creadestor to create the cannonball, Lux pouring in the gunpowder, bug loading the cannon, Towcs patting it down, Troublemaker aiming it, and Lux firing it. The elf immediately launches herself downward to dodge the shot and grabbing onto the bar again. The cannon blasted off a small piece of the cage. Hopefully, no one falls out! Starting to think about it, the fake sheeps are

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she said, her voice strong and steady. With that, I channeled the energy of the artifact through my hands and directed it towards Cassandra. She extended her own hands, and the power flowed into her like a river of light. Alder stood by her side, his eyes filled with awe as he witnessed the power of the artifact manifesting in Cassandra. Together, they became a force of nature, their combined strength overwhelming the rogue Lycans. With a powerful surge of energy, Cassandra unleashed a blast of light that enveloped the battlefield. The rogue Lycans were thrown back, their dark intentions no match for the pure power of unity and love.

The deeper we went the wider the hole became, however, the place was still eerily quiet. "…." Not only that, but it was also completely dark, too, "Sahra, illuminate the area," Oren instructed. For a moment I thought she'd administer some sort of skill or something, but it was just wishful thinking as she just brought out a heavy-duty flashlight in her inventory. That reminds me, is a high authority spell that only angels and high priests can use.

He said. His words broke my heart, was he about to reject me? He dare not. “I have no time to face all this, about the mating bond it can be dissolved. But not now, all I care about is getting my revenge. I would avenge the death of my parents at all cost. If I have to die to get that done, then so be it.” I said, every word I said was filled with determination. It’s a promise I was making to myself, I would get stronger and kill everyone, and I wouldn’t leave a soul.

their heads practically spun around in unison. “ARCADE?!” Aria shrieked, bouncing in her seat. “I’m going to win all the tickets!” Arianna declared, already planning strategies for the prize counter. “I’ve calculated the optimal path through the arcade,” Arian said calmly. “We will maximize fun and minimize time wasted.” Cassian, naturally, was narrating from the back seat like a hyperactive commentator: “And here we see our tiny warriors on the approach to the fabled realm of flashing lights and clattering machines!”

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.