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It felt like I had been watching the dance floor for hours, but glancing down at my watch, it had only been minutes. I kept gazing down, trying to spot Aurora Macafee, but all the she-wolves blended together. I couldn't deny the disappointment I felt when I didn't see her in the crowd. She must not have taken me seriously and decided to avoid the ball altogether. Or she just didn't care what I said, even though the Alpha's word was law. I think that's what caused me to feel the most intrigued about her, though; her rebellious side was intoxicating.

I'll prove myself with my work that he didn't make a mistake hiring me. I handed him the file. He was sitting on the head chair. He grabbed it and his smile was professional. His gaze intensely lowered on the presentation file. The door cracked open, "Are we late?" I squeezed my eyes shut as I recognized the voice. I cursed inwardly. I heard footsteps trotting at the desk. I inhaled before turning. Lorraine's heels echoed on the marble floor. She was looking beautiful in a silver gown.

All the questions he had prepared were now stuck in his throat, unspeakable. A deep sense of daze and regret flashed in Eric's eyes. She really had changed so much, grown so dazzling. Like a moonflower stubbornly growing in a barren wasteland, blooming with stunning brilliance even without nutrients or care. And he, he was still mired in past regrets and self-blame, stuck in the same place. "Young Master Eric, what are your thoughts on this potion formula?"

She got nosebleed several times but that didn’t prevent her from studying as if her life depended on it. Well, it did depend on it. She was coming back from the academy late on evening when she ran into a guy who almost hit her with his motorbike. “Are you blind?” she shouted at the person whose face was covered with a helmet before proceeding to pick her scattered books that fell from her hand due to the shock “I am very sorry, it was a malfunction from my brake” the guy apologized and removed his helmet before their eyes met and they went “Uhn?” at the same time.

So he started searching its bag for any anti-spells portions while the Centaur’s arrows were randomly flying towards their direction without hitting anyone in one in particular. Dike finally found the portion that can be used to destroy enchantment on the Centaur. This portion is made of some special leaves that destroy divinations and enchantments. The oracle gave them in case if a spell was cast on any of them by any witch or mysterious creature during their journey. So the first time they are to use the anti-Spell was on a Centaur though they still have a long journey to go. Some of the warriors argued that it would be a waste of their portion to use it on the Centaur when they could just

They weren’t listening for insight anymore. They were listening for permission. And that scared her. Because what if no one had the right to give it? Hours earlier, Ari had returned to Mira’s journal in the Citadel vault. She was two-thirds through its pages now, and the entries had grown scattered like Mira’s mind had begun to fray before she ever died. But in the margin of a torn page, Ari had found a single note that stopped her: “The true risk of magic is not misuse. It is interpretation. Magic becomes what the world assumes it should be.

“This is not a curse, it’s a rebound. The spell that you asked Evelyn to place has bounced back to you. It seems like you ran into a small obstacle.” “But then again, in dark magic, it’s the smallest mistake that ruins great things.” Mavis’s eyes widened. The curse rebounded? How … How was that possible!? “There is no way….” She muttered as she looked at her feet which were covered with nothing but blotches and pus-covered pimples and bruises.

I explained, trying to provide a truth. He stood up and grabbed a book off the shelf of a nearby bookcase. Turning to a page, he placed it down in front of me. The pages looked very old, but the text was clear. “Yes. However, it can be dangerous if not concocted correctly. If the recipe is not followed exactly, it could strip the person’s ability to manipulate magic altogether,” he explained. I read over the page, and it seemed fairly straightforward. It was a potion that would strip the magic from someone and place it in something to hold it. It was not what Asry used, but it was the same basic concept.

“I bled for her. I burned for her. I watched her choose wrong, choose weakness, choose captivity. But magic can fix what fate fumbled. It can rectify the cosmic error.” Vale frowned, a deep furrow appearing between his brows. “Magic that forces the will of another… that twists the natural order of affection and bond… it’s outlawed for a reason, Alpha. The consequences are dire. This isn’t claiming in the true sense. This is—”

He has two magic. On the mirror magic up, in front, we can see two ladies. One was holding a water ball and the other one has light ball, just like mine. At first, I thought she wasn’t able to control her magic that’s why it scattered to the whole arena but judging the look o her face. She was bragging. She was totally showing off. Light is a rare magic, during my father teenage years, he was the only one wo had it. That’s how rare it was. And it looks like in my generation, there’s two of us. On rare cases, when a mage is strong, Magic can be inherited from your parents but most of the time the magic itself can choose you. It looks like the latter’s her case. To me, I was strong enough to i