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The Lorths' magic was distinct in that it required them to tear a page from a book and repeat the incantation in order for it to work. Only beginners had to bring their scriptures to a fight, according to Nelanian. Yulcite mages who had mastered Religion magic had mastered their scriptures and did not need to carry them to a fight. The quality of a Lorth's grimoire, on the other hand, may be used to rank them. Grimoires with soft covers showed that the mage was still a novice, while those with finer covers, such as leather or embellished covers with gems and gold, showed that the magician was at a higher level. When Nelanian saw the brilliant ruby on the grimoire's cover, he knew he couldn't

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I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

I'm sure the twins by now each had a demon of their own and were waiting for us back at Tamner's village. Hunter had come a long way from the person I'd met on the dirt driveway in front of the Reinhart house. And even Ezra was making progress, growing more and more sure in his decisions as the leader of one of the Necromantic families. I just hoped I could keep up. It was time that I got to work. Closing my eyes, I turned my focus inward, to the great wellspring of my power. What used to be a shimmering green and gold of power, now was something darker and not so bright. The color shifted as it moved, following an unseen current that flowed beneath its surface.

“It will take most of the day to reach the shipwreck. I will lose three days to this book, but it will be worth it.” “How many books, Rivyn?” I asked him, smoothing his skin beneath the palm of my hand. “How many books until this is done?” “Six books,” he replied on a sigh. “I would prefer nine, but six is ambitious in the time frame. The book after this, is amongst the winged people of the Ekhora isles. The other two are closer to home, amongst the Dark Elves, and another a sorceress called Jiloria. And then, we’ll return to Arsiath.”

A day or so, had passed since that conversation and Alexis spent most of her time holed up, trying to read through the thick books Emilia had left her. The books were more packed than her college books and shortly after her head would be spinning. Terms like, central mana, epidermal mana, mental mana and emotional mana. After a while she had to read through the same pages multiple times, barely grasping an understanding. One of the books, the one on magical creatures was actually interesting. It had long chapters that focused on a single creature, it was packed with their abilities, mental capabilities and even hobbies and preferences with dislikes labeled boldly. Warning the readers not to

''FRom my father he had a book with the title wasteland on it there was the things written there about this place '' he replied . '' On a book ? but how's that possible ? who wrote it ?'' asked the man getting up from the throne . '' I think that the writer was ' Evergreen ' '' he replied . '' Evergreen ? she wrote only two books an one of them is in our library and the other i had it did i lost it somehow ?'' he asked . '' I don't know but my father had it but unfortunately he has died so i can't ask him anything now '' replied Arthur .

I haven’t been able to hold back my emotions since yesterday. I've been a mess since this whole Abyss thing has started. It started out slow, with just a few pockets here and there of dark veined roots. Earth that wasn't quite healthy. Then the animals started dying. Then a whole town was gobbled up into darkness, with only one survivor. But whatever this is, it's been growing.

Inside, the energy was chaotic, every corner a fuck-fest begging to be joined, and her mouth watered, her body aching to dive in. “Hey, Maddie! Back for another round already?!” A buff, naked stud with a thick, veiny monster cock that had plowed her senseless more times than she could count walked over, his cock swinging amid the haze of smoke and moans. Maddie smirked, eyeing his meat. “You know I can’t stay away.” Fernand squinted at her, smirking. “Girl, are you ever satisfied?” Maddison tilted her head with a smile. “You know the answer’s hell no. Don’t act like my two holes don’t scream it loud and clear. Right now, I want ’em both stuffed to the brim.”

At the very least, she was relieved to escape the confined space of the kitchen. As Marcus worked at the sink, Vivienne wandered back into the front room where her curiosity got the better of her. She drifted over to the bookshelf in the corner of the room, her fingers tracing the spines of the array of worn paperbacks and hardcovers in a variety of colours and sizes. Expecting to find typical bodyguard or espionage novels, she was taken aback to discover a collection dominated by high fantasy titles and series. Lord of the Rings, The Way of Kings, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Witcher, there was even a collection of classic fairytales.