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I thought you’d want to take a look, just in case. Thank you, Nova, I said, looking at her axolotl. We walked into the library, and she asked for a small manuscript. The man is stiff, vampire maybe? Place it in front of us. I opened it. The first page was empty, and I turned one more page; the language was ancient. Reading out loud: the shadows will rise, and the darkness answers to one only, the real queen of the forgotten souls. Uhhhmm, Nova, I think you got the wrong book. It doesn’t say anything about Rune healing.

The Lorths' magic was distinct in that it required them to tear a page from a book and repeat the incantation in order for it to work. Only beginners had to bring their scriptures to a fight, according to Nelanian. Yulcite mages who had mastered Religion magic had mastered their scriptures and did not need to carry them to a fight. The quality of a Lorth's grimoire, on the other hand, may be used to rank them. Grimoires with soft covers showed that the mage was still a novice, while those with finer covers, such as leather or embellished covers with gems and gold, showed that the magician was at a higher level. When Nelanian saw the brilliant ruby on the grimoire's cover, he knew he couldn't

“I know, those eyes were undeniable proof. Merlin, after tomorrow the rest will be up to you.” Rainer awoke once more inside of the pink liquid chamber. His first sight being Merlin, who had his face pressed up against the chamber’s glass. He was dressed in pure white mage robes, with a hood over his head, he was just as tall as Rainer and was wearing a sword on his left waist. The red and gold scabbard caught Rainer’s eye, mainly the intricate wave-like design.

Her breath quickened as she felt a great pull from her shoulder, the force in them like they were going to tear her part but a solid and warm body covered her. …1! Bang! Crash! She felt her body being pulled but her eyes were too heavy to open up. She heard a distinct whisper but couldn't grasp what they were saying! The only thing she felt was the hard push on her shoulders and the sharp ring in her head like they were about to tear her apart. "Amelia! Wake up!" Like a movie the world cleared and the sounds of birds chirping entered her ears. Her eyes slowly opened as the vast stars in the sky appeared before her. A pair of icy yet captivating eyes appeared before her with worries in them.

Until Phoenix has no choice but to crawl back to me, realizing she has no place left to run. “You are playing a dangerous game and it will not end on a good note for us, Dylan,” Rave warns again. My eyes darken. “I don’t care. Talon has stolen what was mine from the beginning. They took everything from me and now I must take it all back.” And with that, I walk forward, leaving behind the ashes of the fallen kingdom, already plotting the destruction of those who have wronged me.

Brida howled. The pack was holding their breath anxiously to see what would happen. They were all staring at Brida who was sitting on her knees covered in blood with her head tilted forward. At first, it seemed nothing would happen but then Brida levitated into the air and started glowing with white light from all sides. A clear voice echoed through the open space, “A NEW ERA WILL BE BORN. WOLVES WITH EYES THAT REFLECT THE SOUL OF THE MOON WILL END THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT. FENRIR WILL BREAK FREE AND RAGNAROK WILL BE BROUGHT UPON THE WEREWOLF WAYS.”

The Siren swings the trident down which creates a razor-sharp wind along the grass and travels to Rodin. The razor-like wind cuts through Rodin’s ankles like butter. The draft slices through the knight's sabatons, breaking them like glass. It’s a clean-cut that dismembers Rodin’s feet from his limbs. A muffled howl of pain escapes his throat while he tumbles downward. In that same motion, his helmet flies off and lands in a pool of red fluid in front of him. The foundation of the corpse has now drained out and the forest ground is bloody. That old elven face is meant with the blood of his comrades, however, the sound spell from before is broken which allows Rodin to crawl. His right-hand gri

Warriors, nobles, elders, even the youngest of the combatants salute me with the reverence I’ve never once received in my life. Even my male siblings, those who’ve mocked me, belittled me, ignored me...follow suit. They dare not challenge Father’s tone. Not today. “All hail, Prince Emal Dravenang!” They chorus. “Strength in his bones, fire in his blood, moonlight in his soul!” The ancient chant echoes through the sacred hall grounds passed down through generations. “Where the White Fur rises, the pack shall never fall! We stand with the heir, bound by blood, bound by oath. Long may he lead, long may he reign!"

'' Start the next round both come to the valley and take their positions '' says he . '' Arthur concentrate '' Stella says . He hears this advice and calms his mind . '' Now , start '' says elder elf . '' Calm your mind , the fish is all i could see and nothing not even the water , feel the water with your body '' he chants . Eris was looking at him all this while . '' I will win newbie '' Eris says and shoots in the water . The fish was caught in the arrow . Arthur shoots also and his arrow was able to shoot the fish but it slipped past the fishes body .

The runes ignited, one by one, in violet fire. The air thickened. Wind howled. The soil trembled beneath their feet. And then—the altar cracked open. A blinding surge of light shot upward, tearing through the mist. The ground split, and a small obsidian chest rose from within, glowing faintly red. Inside lay a single black-bound book wrapped in silver chains—the Book of the Damned. Kael stepped forward slowly. “After all this time…” He reached toward it— —and the forest screamed. A flare of silver light cut through the trees as figures emerged from the mist—The Order. Dozens of cloaked hunters, blades drawn, crossbows gleaming with runes.