Novel & Cerita Oblivion Mage Stone

Their eyes swept over the excited and nervous faces around them. The area around the Cultivation Level Testing Rock was enclosed by a white marble fence. In the center stood a massive black stone, as tall as two people, its surface mottled and covered with ancient runes. This was the Cultivation Level Testing Rock, the focus of the Cultivation Summit for testing Zen magic levels. In front of the stone was a three-foot-high platform, where Cloudwalker stood with his hands behind his back. His scholar's robes fluttered in the mountain wind, and his face bore an air of unassailable authority.

“But you’re trying very hard to.” Massive black gates start opening ahead of us and the estate rises out of the darkness slowly, headlights sweeping over towering stone walls wrapped in ivy blackened by rain. Massive windows glow gold against the storm, warm light spilling across perfectly manicured grounds that stretch endlessly into the night. Armed security stand beneath covered walkways, shadows with guns tucked beneath tailored coats, while fountains glitter beneath marble statues that probably cost more than everything I’ve ever owned combined. It doesn’t look like a home, it looks like the kind of place where powerful men bury bodies beneath, a fortress dressed up as luxury.

The lowest magic energy was red, then orange at the second level, yellow, then green, blue, indigo, and finally purple. When they walked around, the stone remained black, then slowly started to turn red to orange when approaching a room. "Can you open this room, please?" asked Sir Collins to Edmund. Al glanced at Edmund, and the man answered with a friendly smile and a nod. "Of course. Al please open the door for my artifact storage. I'm sure they're not thieves who would take my hard-earned antiquity," said Edmund in a friendly but sharp tone. Al opened the door to the artifact storage room. The room looked like a museum, which was quite spacious. There were various artifacts on display and

I was in a good mood now it was ruined. “No.” “Thank Goodness!” I sighed. “Now, I shall begin my work,” I pushed Fredden aside focusing on the girl. My sword in my hands and the spell in my mind. “Obumbratio et maledictiones pellite.” The sword turned to a book, definitely a book, and emitted a warm light enveloping the girl. It didn’t take a long time to finish the incantation and I almost believed it did nothing. She woke up, her eyes green and her skin normal, like a human.

The closer I got, the more it called to me, its power a siren’s song pulling at the core of my being. “This is it,” Eldon said quietly, his voice filled with reverence and fear. “The Hearthstone.” I stood at the edge of the clearing, staring at the stone, feeling the weight of its magic. It was everything Morgana had warned me about, and more. The air around it seemed to hum with dark energy like a storm just waiting to break. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered, almost without realizing it. The stone was a thing of dark majesty, its surface swirling with shadows and light.

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

> He then explained that the crumble stones are useless minerals that get attached to other ores and that its trash material is worthless even worse than coal… he explained that people dump them in the forest as trash… no respect for ecology but this might be useful for me because when my Evil eyes scanned it… I could see the clearly how it absorbed the natural flow of mana in the air This material may be the first step to making the archive! No… For all spells that require enchantment!

“Amazing, even with the syphoning spell, it still holds so much magic.” “We only syphoned the cloaking spell, no spell would ever be strong enough to syphon the magic from that, even if we could, the amount of raw power contained would be enough to overpower and kill 100 mages,” Isobella peaked over her shoulder at the stone in Seraphina’s hand. Passing the Sodalite from hand to hand, Seraphina’s eyes widened as she marvelled at the sparks that danced across the surface of her skin everywhere the stone touched.

In the center of their formation stood a jagged monolith made of Null-Stone—a void-black mineral that seemed to suck the very light out of the sky. "The Abomination has arrived," a voice hissed, echoing not from a single man, but from all twelve Inquisitors at once. Malachi landed beside Elara, his shadow-blade already humming with a low, dangerous frequency. He looked at the monolith, and for the first time, Elara saw a flicker of genuine alarm in his silver eyes. "Elara, stay behind me," Malachi commanded, his voice tight. "That stone doesn't just block magic; it eats the spirit. If they activate the field while you’re mid-ascension, it could sever your connection to the Primal source fore

In the palm of my hand rested a stone of extraordinary proportions, radiating an ethereal glow. It was none other than an aura stone. [Intermediate Aura Stone] I stumbled upon an aura stone, far more potent than any I could ever hope to find in a mundane store. It appeared that acquiring such high-quality stones was a challenge for even the most seasoned mercenaries, perhaps due to the scarcity of monsters roaming the surface. This particular stone belonged to a fearsome creature known as the Sapilisk, a beast of Disaster rank. It was a rarity to find such a formidable foe in the vicinity, and the nearby cities lacked the means to actively hunt it down.