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“Couldn’t Death just tell you why I’m blessed?” Zane laughs. “That would be too easy, Pet. I’ve made arrangements for us to see Mags tomorrow.” “Will you be okay seeing her, and how do you think she can help me?” I ask, finishing the last of my wine. “I can handle Mags, she’s something else, and you will see what I mean tomorrow. She’s isn’t scary. Honestly, she’s mostly harmless. Mags is a shitty mom, and there is a reason she gave me up to Zara. Mags is a psychic witch. She can read people and their auras and tell what someone's intentions are. She can see a person's future or find a lost person, and she can do a lot. It makes sense that she will help you, although I’m unsure how she can.

Next, the pointer on the magic compass began to rotate frantically. At this precise moment, Magus appeared solemn. He put two of his fingers together, pointed his finger to the sky, and drew a few circles. He chanted, “Forefather of Shamanism, please open my third eye!” He swiped his fingers over his eyes, and then his pupils glowed with red light. Through his third eye, he peered out the window. He noticed there seemed to be a lot of figures in the woods, and they were swaying their bodies.

“Come here, old man. It’s time for you to stop. You’ve ruined a lot of human life.” “I can’t!” the magician growled. The old man punched his own chest, which made him disappear into the air. After that, the room shook as if there was an earthquake. The bookshelves surrounding the room fell one by one before everything broke like a glass into tiny pieces. The wind howled afterward, carrying the pieces until they disappeared. Marco’s eyes grew wide as they found themselves in an abyss. Purple clouds filled the sky and the land in front of them was wide. Their eyes couldn’t reach the end.

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

Basic Classes: Magical Philosophy — How to think like a powerful being. Forbidden History — Secrets no one else knows. Ritual Architecture — How to build magic spaces. Ethics & Corruption — What happens when you go too far. Bloodfire Combat & Binding — Duels, Contracts, loyalty, and power. The Art of Influence — Magic through words, emotions, or seduction. Each title stirred nostalgia in me. I felt like I knew them by heart. Beneath those, a smaller note had been scrawled in elegant script, likely Mistress Lune’s:

More exactly, I needed an invocation for calling an already raised undead. I found the relevant information almost at the end of the book, so I had to read rather a long time to find it. Then, I quickly copied everything out, said goodbye to the kind librarian, and hurried to leave. I needed a quiet place to find out what I hadn’t been able to get out of my head all night: could I really do magic? Did I really have the magic Reive’s strange night alter ego was talking about?

“You know, the risk of injuring myself or dying seems to have been my constant companion lately.” The magician in front of me widened his eyes in amazement, and a wry smile crossed his lips. “I understand.” Denver stood up and sat at the edge of the circle in front of me. “It's clear that you understand the risks. So, we'll start channeling the magic. When all the circles are illuminated with their unique shades, you will repeat the incantation I will utter.” I nodded, crossing my legs and raising my hands, mimicking the magician's gestures.

But Mayari don't believe in stuff like magic, unicorns, or fairytales, she only focus herself on things that she saw through her own life that is blood and money so she thought she was bluffing. "Drop the act, it's nonsense." Mayari commented. "Just tell me where I am exactly and I'll be on my way." "I'm not joking, it is really magic," She insisted, "and you can't leave yet, I still need to speak to you." "I have no time for this." Mayari was about to walk out, but the door suddenly disappeared infront of her, leaving only thick hard wall. "Our conversation is still not finish." She told, "Please have a seat."

When I stood in front of the book, the first page turned on its own. "First lesson of the Seven Magics Academy," Pops said, eyeing me. "You must never touch any of the pages in the books in this room. Touching them will increase their speed of deterioration." "Then, how?" I began, putting my hands at my sides so I wouldn't accidentally touch one. "Like this." He smiled, then leaned in close to the book. "Chapter One," Professor Pops said. The book instantly flicked to the page that said Chapter One.

At that moment, Neil raised his hand and asked a crucial question, "If the spirits in the magic boxes are categorized, then does the magician's box contain spirits of magicians, the werewolf’s box contain spirits of werewolves, and the vampire’s box contain spirits of vampires?" Maria smiled and replied, "Neil, your guess is correct." Neil continued to probe, “If the werewolf’s box requires both a magician and Ryan, a werewolf to open it, what about the magician’s box and the vampire’s box?” Maria explained, “I’m not entirely sure about the vampire’s magic box, but the magician’s box doesn’t have the magical barriers that like what Maggie placed on the werewolf’s box. Therefore, as long as a