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Hearing James’ words, he gritted his teeth and smiled faintly. Then, he slowly stood up, the sword in his hand planted on the ground. He opened his arms and looked up at the sky before activating an arcane art. As the arcane art was cast, the power of his blood was released, and his aura increased once again. Then, the color of his hair slowly changed from blue to red. “Third Super Combat Form…” Upon seeing this, a smile crept up on Tigranes’ face as he murmured, “Not bad… To think that he has reached the Third Super Combat Form… Each time his form increases, his strength increases drastically.”

A first level spell scroll costs around 50 coins, a second level spell scroll costs around 200 coins, and a third level spell scroll costs around 300 coins. As a fifth-level mage, Baron Lorient can use a third-level spell once a day. A single third-level fireball has the power of a mortar shell, and in the age of cold weapons, it can kill or injure 40 to 50 people in dense formations. If he had another Fireball Scroll, he could kill a fifth of Baron Stewart's soldiers.

Harley's determination to secure Alaric's affections drove her to take risks. As she approached a stall tucked away in a corner, a hooded figure emerged. "What do you want, lady?" he growled. Harley flashed a charming smile. "I'm looking for something... special. Something to ensure a man's undivided attention." The vendor raised an eyebrow. "You mean an aphrodisiac?" Harley nodded, her eyes locked on the vendor. "The strongest you have." The vendor vanished into the shadows, returning with a small vial. "This is Dragon's Breath. Potent, but unpredictable. Use with caution."

On Slone, it just looks gaudy. Slone pulls back her hair which has gone completely white since I last saw her. Not in the same way that old ladies have white hair, but in the strange way that a lot of younger people die their hair an almost purple-gray. But her hair wasn’t turned with a bottle of bleach in an LA salon, hers was twisted by dark magic. “Gods she reeks,” Connor points out. “She smells like rot and too much perfume.” For not the first time tonight, I wonder about what magic she has performed lately to make her smell so fully like a warlock.

Instead, it flowed along the lines of the stars, slowly completing the missing core of the manifestation. A dragon's roar suddenly shook the heavens, and its black silhouette was barely visible in the clouds. With a light tap of her toes, she leaped to the reversing wind and rode it to the core of the manifestation. Her wooden hairpin immediately snapped and broke, and her long hair billowed in a shower of light. The grandmasters' arcane implements fell to the ground with metallic clinks. Amidst the golden rain, Aria, who was previously known as a good-for-nothing, stood on the manifestation's platform, her robes fluttering.

The scent was biting, very earthy, and metallic, like dried blood on sand. Elora flinched but didn’t pull away, causing him to smile. Azrion held the powder in his palm, whispering an incantation in the Old Tongue. “Saere luma, vidar ethra, telas mori.” and then blew the powder into her face. Elora’s head jerked back, as her breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t tell what had unnerved her the most. The smell, or the violent visions that seized her mind once she took in a breath.

From a hidden compartment in my working table, I retrieved the strands of hair I’d taken—one belonging to Keilah, the other to King Draven. I placed them in the center of a stone bowl carved with ancient runes, the marks glowing faintly under the dim light of the room. Reaching for a vial of red powder, I let it cascade over the hairs. The moment the powder made contact, dark smoke began to rise, curling and twisting into unnatural shapes. The smell was sharp, acrid, like burnt metal and ash. I stared into the swirling haze, my jaw tightening as my guilt clawed at the back of my mind.

Leon asked again. "Angelica. Wait, why do you keep asking me? Have you forgotten her?" Owen remember that little girl back then, that girl has a round blue eyes since she is actually half blood, her mother is a filipina-chinese and her father is an American. The little girl also have a wavy long hair that Leon's often plays, she sure will be pretty when she grows up. "Why would I forget her?" Leon answering while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

She gives me an awfully cold smile , "I could want it for more than just a potion but what does it matter to you, the options dampen our powers it awakens our hunters and dampen their powers so to you it shouldn't matter, but you should be a little worried, I heared the hybrid is your son ARTHUR

"Right. So you understand it's not going to be a problem. Now, if you would be so kind as to give me the address to the Petulac, you'll be generously rewarded." Ben held up his hand. "Actually, could I have a couple of your hairs instead?" "Come again?" "There's this witch who needs vampire hair for a particular spell..." Ean raised an eyebrow. "What kind of spell, exactly?" "Don't worry, it won't fall back on you. It's some sort of 'eternal beauty' spell. There's not a chance in hell it'll work, but she offered me an incredible price." Sighing, Ean pulled out a couple of hairs and held them out to Ben.