Novel & Cerita Mages Are Too Op

"The Dragon Clans are powerful. They are ruled by the Dragon/Dracovir King. Dragons are nearly invincible with their scales and fire-breathing abilities. Silver is also their main weakness." "Mages," Astrid repeats thoughtfully. "Yes, the Mage Guilds," Felicity continues. "Mages wield extraordinary magical powers over the elements and spells. Their spells can be disrupted by breaking their concentration or using anti-magic fields." "And the Merpeople?" Astrid prompts. "Merpeople are fascinating," Felicity remarks with a hint of admiration. "They control the seas and have inconceivable underwater strength. However, they are vulnerable on land, where they can't utilize their full powers."

"Uncle Greg, we know you're S class, but don't you think you're being a little too rash--" "Come on, old man, don't joke with us--" "He's not joking," I said, scowling at my father. "He's dead serious." Spencer pointed at me. "Personally, I prefer alive and joking." "We all do," said Conrad. "Dad, can you at least explain why?" Dad sighed, shrugged his broad shoulders. "There aren't enough Mages to go around. It's as simple as that. The AG needs strong Mages with experience in slaying Anomalies, and I'm one of them."

" I expected him to be elated but he was rather bitter. "Despite this victory, we were looked down upon, when it came to the battle with the Mage kingdom." I began to tremble when he reached this part. "The Mages are the ones with great supernatural powers therefore, nobody thought we could defeat them. Not even my best warriors. It was a shock to the underworld when the Mage King fell and his Kingdom was defeated." I wanted to scream to make him stop talking but my mouth wouldn't open. Fear had reverberated it.

“I’m so happy for them. To lose their first child and then to get twins on the next go. They are going to have their hands full! One baby is a handful so can you imagine two? Double diapers, double feedings.” “Double crying... Jo, I know you can do it!” I said as we chuckled together. “I think I want Arthur to help Bart take care of her. Valerie can help me with Alexander.” “Nathan is going to work on getting three or four of the higher intermediate Mages to Advanced this week. Mazifik has an interesting system- Instead of employing soldiers, you have Mages. They double as guards and normal sentry. Talk about cost cutting!” Conor exclaimed, as he pulled me over to the bed. “Now where were we

I stood up in pain to notice I was the only one left under the shade. "Nancy!" I screamed. "Help!" I heard other voices. "Steve! Help!" The cries could still be heard afar off till I could hear it no more. I screamed and I ruffled my hair in frustration. "What the hell is happening?" Sage's POV I stood up as I roared with laughter. I've just gotten more confirmation that shows Megan and the entire royal family of the magical world are all weaklings and a bunch of fools. "What do they think?" I scoffed.

I frown and ask, 'But I thought mages are the corrupted of our kind, made so by the king'. She clicks her tongue with disapproval and shakes her head. 'The tales he's spun have sunk deep into the bones of those he conquered first. No, mages are of their own will…and they hate anything of light, like the iden of the better of their kind. How do you think they track the magic? Like and unlike attract, much true in their case. When they first walked, they came through the valley and laid waste to villages further into the valley. But they were curtailed before they got to Halden or beyond, how, I do not know. It's a good thing there are few of them left today. Murmurs still go round regardless,

If there had been a skilled mage, he would have examined the charred ruins and understood what had happened. There was no mage. Mages are odd birds in general. It's a rare talent, manifested maybe in one person in ten thousand, and then you'd have to find that one, teach them, and help them survive the rigors of training. Magic is not pottery. And, almost always, you're born with only one type of magic.

A mage was the worst opponent to fight. A normal soldier might be used to the feeling of death in their neck, but the front rows were by tradition reserved for the newbies to not let veteran soldiers die needlessly. Those newbie soldiers now where shivering in fear of whatever was hiding there in the wheat. They didn't even know what to hope for. If those were powerful assassins, how much of a chance did they have to win against them? However, if it was a single mage, it was just as bad. After all, every mage had unknown abilities that could kill even experienced soldiers. Fearing their imminent death, their steps got smaller. But the thought of the comrades behind them made them feel enough

He was not the clean cut business man I was used to seeing. I glanced back at John and found him kneeling next to the sigils on the floor. They were untouched by the magic that he'd casted earlier. In fact, they looked as if they'd been burned into the concrete rather than painted on like when we'd first come down the stairs. How'd that happen? "What the hell?" I sank to the floor, ignoring Nathan and Poe for the moment. John shook his head. "There's something wrong with the magic here. It's..." he closed his eyes, frowning. "Tainted, twisted."

Maureen sighed on what he said. “We knew. But the Head of the Magic Tower in Adira’s empire was the strongest Great Archmage. He had been a great help every devil’s invasion. Also, he had two Great Archmages with him. The Great Archmage was already scarce. If we kill them, we would be the one who’ll suffer.” Santi shrugged his shoulders, “Up to you.” He nonchalantly said. Maureen pouted at him and stared at his daughter, “Baby, we knew that you were the daughter of Santi but don’t grew up to be like him, okay? It’s okay if you got his strength. But not his attitude, alright?”