Oblivion The Wizard's Tower の小説・ストーリー

Zen healed the moderately injured couple and waited for the magicians to land the finishing blow. From above, Charlie marvelled at the might of Zen’s new trick. He knew the orc general. It was one of the previous floor bosses. However, he had no idea they were able to summon it to attack other floor bosses. Urum was a strong orc. However, the Minotaur was the guardian of a higher floor. Even if the orc general was able to resist with his ghostly army, they were eventually bound to lose.

The wizard doesn't know the light or the darkness between the two because they're switched already then he takes them and rides at that dawn heading to the ancient temple but on his way he saw the third priest lying dead on the ground. The wizard used all the magic he knows to wake him up but it's too late and the priest's body is cold already. Wizard proceed with his journey just five miles before he would get to the temple then he saw the temple collapsing. Before he could reach there it has already collapsed. Thunderstrike on the ground. Besides the temple and write on the floor that; The Temple Will Rise Again The Day Peace will be born. The wizard read it and was confused because he nev

He would survive at least until he could make sure Odette live a happy life. Meanwhile down there, in the middle of the forest, Levin Jerry, along with Roul, a middle-aged man with black hair and a green robe, were walking throughout the forest, looking for clues about Aiden. "Ouch, this thorn is outrageous." "Aw, why is there mud in here? Ugh." Roul, the leader of the wizard knights based in the northern tower couldn't help but sigh at Levin's complaining along the way. The ragged, beautiful man was wearing a stylish wolf fur coat that was super thick and looked very heavy.

The fear of inadvertently causing harm weighed heavily on everyone's minds, reinforcing the gravity of the decision to entrust Advisor Wise with the task. Mason, with his expertise as an architect, couldn't contain his awe at the sight of the tower. His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he marvelled at its ancient yet mystical design. "So, My lord," he inquired, his voice tinged with wonder, "just how formidable is this tower?" I met his gaze, a hint of pride creeping into my tone as I responded, "This tower is a testament to both magic and craftsmanship. Not only is it constructed entirely from mana stone, but its strength surpasses that of any conventional defence mechanism. Rest assured, Ma

Dawn had not yet fully revealed the horizon when the Lattice Aegis network pulsed for the first time. A faint light crept along the rune stings we had planted in the ancient roots, menhirs, and moss-covered stones. Three faint flashes rippled across the invisible map—local waves, cross-pack, and central emergency. Reports came in rapid succession like drumbeats: a thousand black wizards, moving from the northern valley in ritual formation. “Their numbers exceed the highest estimates,” Beta Casren whispered, his eyes fixed on the pulsating black mist. “A thousand.”

Himalayan time Deep beneath the hidden peaks, in the great obsidian hall of the First Circle, the silence is older than language. Then it breaks. A single pillar of black-glass flame erupts from the floor, carving the forbidden sigil of the Severed Circle into the air in letters of frozen blood. The crest burns for exactly seven heartbeats before collapsing into ash that refuses to fall. Every ward in Shambhala screams at once. The First Wizard (name unpronounceable in any mortal tongue, title simply “One”) rises from the lotus throne.

“Remember, Constantine, you are now the Supreme Sorcerer. Your decisions will shape our future. Trust in your instincts, and protect our coven at all costs.” As they stood there in the chamber, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, Constantine knew that the challenges ahead were fraught with uncertainty. The stone of Utah held the promise of unlocking hidden truths, but it also carried the potential for great peril. She would tread carefully, for the fate of their coven rested in her hands, and the shadows of the past threatened to emerge from the depths of history.

And in a mixed place like the harbour, security is guaranteed by the Wizards' Tower. Any spell or divine art above level 3 will be detected by the Mage Tower. This is because Fireball is a level 3 spell and is already considered a powerful killing spell. However, if you want to monitor spells and divine arts below level 3, the consumption of the Mage's Tower will be too high, which is a good balance. No creature with evil tendencies can avoid being scanned by the Wizards' Tower, not to mention demons and devils. Priests of evil gods and people who have killed too much will be detected.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.