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Silas roared, lunging for the platform. He didn't use his claws. He used his "Heresy." He unleashed a pillar of gold-and-sapphire light that sought to "Over-write" the mercury-static. But the Deep Web was built for chaos. The gold light didn't blast the beast; it "Refracted." It turned into a thousand small, gold-glass butterflies that were instantly consumed by the mercury-sea.

We all sweared Dwarfs were just some made up species in a children’s book, but turns out they are real. The next week I was with Elder Darnell learning 6 Dark spells: Cloying Darkness, Darkvision, Flood of Darkness, Night Vision, Troubled Sleep, Weak Dark Bolt. I swear to the Moon Goddess the Bolt spells are my favorite ones to learn. For these 6 spells I did great and picked them up quickly.

The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, a stark contrast to the oppressive darkness that had once choked the life from the forest. Drax, cornered and desperate, unleashed a devastating spell. The ground trembled, and the air crackled with an energy that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. A wave of dark magic washed over them, and Xienma felt a sudden, overwhelming connection to something ancient and powerful. The revelation hit her like a physical blow, and she gasped, her eyes widening in shock.

Silently I cast an [Appraisal] on the dead corpse. {Name: Seed of the Deep Ones Threat Level: 3 Type: Undead/ Parasite Description: A parasitic monster that latches onto a host and slowly draining the life of their host, gains the strength of 2/3 of their host. The seed of the deep ones was a monster that feeds on souls and mana, prefers living environment was underwater, only able to stay out of water for only 24 hours. Classified as a hunter and a collector for a Deep one: Chutlusia, lord of the underwater.}

“A portal to the dead space behind the Veil. If Maxon and the hunters complete the four anchors, they’ll be able to summon the Soulless Weapon.” Her voice broke. “The supernatural weapon capable of exterminating all magical creatures.” No one spoke. There was no need. Somewhere in the world, four points were waiting to awaken. And I, the human marked to close the door, had just realized that I was also the key that could open it.

I took a deep breath, meeting Rowland's supportive gaze, finding strength in his unwavering love. "My fellow pack members," I began, my voice steady yet filled with a sense of anticipation. "As your Luna, it is my duty to ensure the well-being and prosperity of our pack. In the depths of my journey, I have discovered a power within me, a power that I believe can bring healing and renewal to our beloved pack." A hush fell over the crowd as all eyes were fixed upon me, their anticipation palpable. I raised my hands, palms facing upwards, as I tapped into the reservoir of dark magic that resided within me. The energy surged through my fingertips, coursing through every fiber of my being.

“How secure is it?” “Heavily sealed.” Hazel hesitated. “Its wards have been tripled and as far as I know, we need a magical signature imprint to access it. So long story short, we'll just have to improvise.” “We?” Cain echoed, and I fought the urge to slap my palm over my face. “ Let's just make something clear, hazel. You're helping, yes,but this isn't a game. If we get caught…” “We won't.” Hazel cut him off, her gaze steady. “And if we do, I'll take the fall, so you don't have to worry about anything.”

But before it could lunge down, the ground directly beneath the beast began to glow with a strange, bright blue light. The red dirt cracked open, and three glowing blue chains made of pure celestial energy shot out from the deep earth, wrapping tightly around the Shadow Wyrm’s neck and pinning it to the mountain! Malakor screamed in terror as his mount thrashed helplessly against the magical chains. I gasped, looking down at my wrist. The gold-and-blue crest on my skin was glowing white-hot, reacting to a power that wasn't mine. Far away, back at the Sanctuary... baby Aurora had just opened her eyes.

“We seek the Hydro-Node to break the Sequence! The Black Mountain is waking, and the sky is falling! We offer the Gold to those who have lived in the Dark for too long!” ​The lead Deep-Wolf—a massive creature with a tail like a leviathan and scars that glowed like neon across its flank—approached the glass. He didn't speak; he didn't have vocal cords for the air. Instead, he pressed a webbed, silver-clawed palm to the viewport, inches from my own hand.

He stops me from wiggling around. “Please stop.” His morning voice is deeper than his normal voice. When did he wake up? “Stop what?” I turn around to face him but his eyes are still closed. He got such cute eyebrows. I mostly love his dark melanin skin. It's so clear. I wonder what is he using. “Are you gonna wake up?” “I have a hard life baby girl. A little bit of extra sleep is necessary for me.” What does that even mean?