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No evening birds sending their eerie calls into the failing light. No sign of life other than these vicious beasts. There were two mages working against their far greater numbers. It took me only a moment to realize that the mages were Hawk and Magus, the mages Warlord had helped escape the Guild under the condition they find and protect his sister and send him word. Hawk wielded a blue light that fed his power. Magus’ was green. But trying to determine who they were actually fighting against was impossible to pinpoint. There’s far too many wolves here to tell which are on which side.

In Magissa Magos, there are seven types of pins. One is black ataol with a silver border, for those with black magic. One is a crystal ball with a standard in the middle with an engraved fortune, its border is also silver, those with pins are for those who have the ability to see the extraordinary, to see what others cannot see. There is also a Wand, for those who aspire to a high position, legislators and those who want to be part of the operation of Magisé. Briefcase for entrepreneurs. Dagger for soldiers or fields that involve the physical. Goblet for those who are good at potions, herbs, medicine and whatnot.

I know we’ve never used our Celestial water, but I think this is the perfect time to try it out. Celestial magic is something different from the magic that spell casters, elves, and Fae have. It’s not something that needs emotion, intent, or affinity to use; it’s at your disposal whenever you need it. So, pushing out my magic, a long lasso of water worked its way around James, negating the fire and extinguishing it. Scàthach screams in annoyance and turns her attention back to me. This was it, it was either going to be me or her, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be me.

So before teleporting them she couldn't help but wink at Cassy to reassure her and a few seconds later they were landing in front of the lake of her dimension, she then said to her when she saw her completely destabilized by what had just happened, "This is my pocket dimension Cassy. Not all mages are lucky enough to have one because you have to have at least a potential of level 6 to get one, and if you wanna know, I’m a level 7 mage who has already reached her maximum potential. Paige told me that you don't know anything about mages, so you can ask me all the questions you want but first let me show you the difference between a normal and a high quality magic herb." Carol connected her min

They are the one this people called fighter types by practicing and creating their own martial art techniques. For cultivators, there's a ranking tier. Iron one to ninth. Bronze, one to tenth. Silver, one to eleventh. Gold, one to twelfth. And Platinum one to fifth.' 'Now let's talk about Magus.' Vic continues, 'Magus are the one who control the order of the elements. Yes! They can use magic freely by using the power of nature.' 'I'm to lazy to explain, and I'm still lacking about information about Magus and Cultivators. I need to go back to the library and study.' Vic said.

I see a mattress, bedsheets, and when I open my eyes, we are sitting on soft materials. "We did it..." I whisper, smiling brightly at Lucy. "We summoned items straight from IKEA!" Lucy smiles back. "This only works when you trust the other person entirely—thank you for letting me borrow your powers." "Wait, I can still use magic, right?" Laughter rolls off his tongue. "Yes, I didn't steal your abilities! I only borrowed some energy." "Phew," I giggle. "I don't know what I would do if I lost my magic!"

"Wouldn't she have the paper with her?" "Not if Mizrabel is guiding her." I studied incantation as well as the materials and actions needed, doing my best to translate for Gabe. At the bottom of the page, in small letters, it said that only someone with the power to heal could perform the spell. My heart rate sped up. Like a puzzle, the pieces locked into place and I finally understood. Mizrabel must've known Sera had unicorn magic. But that wasn't Sera's only magical strength.

So she needs to learn and start from what Pheia's memories couldn't remember or literally doesn't know. And what she found out can explain why she couldn't pull the knife out from the frozen wolf. It is because it was cast by a magic-user. Oftentimes, what a magic-user cast, may it be fire, air, earth, water, ice, etc., it can be easily broken or extinguished if you're a magic-user too but if you're not, then you would spend half of your life to break, extinguish, destroy the magic, and you can never fight with it, too. It's too powerful for normal people. It can even put them, the non-magic user, on the brink of danger or sometimes death without even struggling. Moreover, from the readings

Trust should not be free; one thing should be trusted only if it’s worthy to be trusted. The Magicians had clans among themselves. They were divided by names of the angels or of demons who sired them. The Ariums could bend reality. By that, it meant illusions. They could drive anyone to madness. However, this could be good too. They could suffer by making this someone lived in reality without suffering on their own. This all played on the mind of the sufferer but there’s no pain. This could make the transition to death less painful – the Ariums’ world for them.

The nine stood around the circular table that he had once hidden under with Layana, it felt like so long ago, a tiny smile crossed his lips as he reminisced on their night together, it had only been a few hours since he had seen her, but he missed her already. “This is a very dangerous game my king,” Adantero the Metal Mage said, his grey eyes sharp, he was a man in his mid-40s. “One that we must play, what do you know about the ability of the Dark Lord?” Evaan asked them, “The spell to check If he possesses an ability will not work,” Caylen the Water Mage spoke, his pale blond hair falling in front of his pale blue eyes. Gabriel the Fire Mage nodded; he was a man in his early 50s.