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That pain was coming out of my eyes now. " Look at me. " He softly said. I looked at him. My sight was making his view blur. He was glancing at his hand where he was holding a white handkerchief. Thomas poured some water on it. He brought his hand up. He rubbed it on my face. He wiped away his blood from my face. He scooped me up in his arms. I adhered to his body wrapping my arms around his neck. I was glad to be back in my secure and happy zone. Book Two: THE MAFIA EMPEROR will come soon!

"These look nothing like the books available in Kieran's library." Seraphina looked at me and scoffed out loud, "No offense dragon prince, but these mage books are the real deal. We will have Ember turning into a fine representation of fire mage magic. These books helped me when I was studying to be a fire mage." I gave Ember and Seraphina a sheepish look, "Looks like I need to look over my collection with a fine toothed comb then." Seraphina laughed at my words and pushed the books toward Ember, "Here take these. They will help. I promise."

I sent you away to emptiness! Seraphina's eyes sparkled dangerously as she smiled. Lucien, you failed to fully grasp the strength of genuine magic. Now, you will experience the repercussions of your arrogance. Prior to Lucien's response, Seraphina released a burst of pristine, white light that surrounded him in its radiance. Lucien yelled, filled with pain and fear, as the light engulfed him, wiping out his presence from the chamber. As the light dimmed, the room grew quiet, the heavy darkness dissipating. Maya and her friends were silent and shocked, realizing the gravity of the situation.

Zelia spoke while fighting the pain, "P-Please c-continue t-talking... y-your voice i-is n-nice... I-I l-like y-your voice." The Emperor was taken a back by her words but in the end he couldn't help but to smile afterwards. Instead of talking, he sang her a song that composed by him. "Let there be light, to your darkness world~ Let there be a smile to your painful heart~ Let there be a thousand of joys, between those thousand cries..." Zelia couldn't help but to calm from the pain, she look at the Emperor who's singing smoothly, then she notice the color of his eyes. It turned to gold.

“Afsláttur, stjórnandi skugganna, leyfa þeim sem þráir að sjá að sjá. Birta þig, steinn Utah, og réttlæta okkar leit.” A surge of energy coursed through Magnus, and the symbols in the earth began to glow with an ethereal light. It was a struggle of wills, a battle between the ancient protections surrounding the stone and Magnus’s unyielding determination. As the incantation reached its crescendo, a blinding flash of light erupted from the ground, illuminating the entire area. Magnus shielded his eyes, momentarily blinded by the intensity of the magic. When the light finally dimmed, he cautiously lowered his hand.

I eagerly awaited for his answer. "In our Empire, the great goddess Hecate fell in love with a human, with their love they built the Leonhart Empire. That man became the first Emperor and the goddess became his Empress. When they thought that everything they created was good and beautiful, the goddess gifted the became human and gifted the descendants of the Empire with magic which was her life force, she died after a few years because she gave up eternity for love. The temple puts the goddess in high regards, thus why they only became second in power after the Imperial family since the Imperial family were descendants of the goddess. After many years, magic evolved and because of our greed,

was no mere metaphor: the Montrose protectors’ magic had been drained, leaving only an empty promise. “We must revive it,” Alexander said, voice resolute. He drew from his coat a brass lantern filled with powdered amber light drawn from the Ember Circle’s own archives. “Inside Saint Brigid’s crypt lies a brazier. But the fuel must be true fire: one born of conviction, not fear.”

"Grenim. My father." The leaves whispered. "Sylra. Fen. Maleth. Dari." The names flowed from her like water, every one a wound, a breath, a vow. And the light detonated. Vera covered her eyes as the magic burst. The shield blazed, not simply golden anymore—but red and silver and dark, ancient blue. A scale of flame older than this world. Emereah collapsed forward, panting. The flames touched her skin but did not hurt. She heard a voice—deep and textured—not hers, not Vera's.

Mina asked nervously I blinked. “Of course.” Another louder gasp escaped both of them. “Princess!” Sarah shouted. “People say no one can look into the Dark Prince’s eyes without trembling.” I frowned a little. Really? Mina stepped closer immediately. “Did you feel it?” “Feel what?” “The shivers,” she whispered dramatically. “The fear. The curse.” I opened my mouth to answer automatically, then paused because strangely enough…I didn’t. I thought back to those haunting white eyes staring directly into mine. Fear should have been the first thing I felt but it wasn’t.

But before anyone could reach me, I pushed myself up. The hole was gone. Flesh whole again. I looked at my bloodstained hand, then at the soldier who'd fired. His face had gone pale. I rose slowly. "Your turn." He turned to run — I grabbed his collar and hurled him into his captain. Both went down in a heap. The captain scrambled up, fear twisting his face. "What are you—some kind of demon?" "I'm the man you'll never cross again." I seized his arm and twisted. Bones cracked like dry wood.