Novel & Cerita Rite Of Ascension

"gathering of Northern mages." "She's not planning a military assault," I realize. "This is all about her ritual at the Whispering Stones." "Which makes it more dangerous, not less," Alexander points out. "Military attacks can be defended against. Magical rituals..." He shrugs helplessly. "Have you learned anything more about what this Ritual of Ascendance actually does?" "Some." He pulls out another document, this one covered in his own handwriting. "According to the oldest texts my mother could find, it's designed to transfer power from one bloodline to another. Permanently."

Tonight, they echoed louder than ever. Rainwater dripped steadily from the towering stone arches overhead as Kaelith hurried across the inner courtyard, clutching the edges of her worn cloak tightly against the freezing wind. The storm sweeping through the fortress carried the scent of wet earth, pine smoke, and blooming night lilies from the eastern gardens, but none of it could calm the restless excitement twisting inside her chest. Tomorrow was the Ascension Rite. By this time tomorrow night, every noble heir across the kingdom of Varethis would stand beneath the sacred moon altar to awaken the beast hidden within their bloodlines. It was the most important ceremony in the empire, the mom

A few minutes later, the snake woman slithered gracefully and inched 3 meters closer to them, elevating their heartbeats even more. Fang flinched in fear, but when he looked into Creed's stern eyes, he calmed down. Running away might seem like the most logical option, but it was not. Ascension was not something ordinary, but a very private and a grand occurrence. To encounter a being ready to ascend was not something that happened daily. At least not for beasts. More than a phenomenon, it was a representation of awakening. The purification of the body. The reincarnation of a soul.

I break it open with trembling fingers. : "Rhea Nightwing, the Council of Elders summons you at dusk for the Rite of Flame and Blood. You are to present yourself at the Grand Hearth for the ascension trial." Ascension. What do these people mean again? It's not a suggestion, not a test but final step and once I cross it, there’s no going back. I clutch the parchment tighter, chest tightening. I should feel proud. Honored, even. But all I can feel is this swelling unease curling like smoke around my ribs.

I want him to taste my wrath, to let him feel my overflowing thirst for vengeance. I stood and uttered an oath of lividity. Glowing fire surrounded me. I closed my eyes and started to mutter the forbidden enchantment I’ve learned. I know that this power formation would consume a big amount of my energy and could kill me, but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if this hall would be my graveyard as long as I drag Ren Lancaster in hell. “Mea vita pro morte sua… Mea vita pro morte sua…” I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire.

"Don't underestimate the realm of Ascension. This is also a transformation. As soon as you enter the Ascension Realm, you will be out of the mortal world. It determines whether you can advance to the Deity Realm in the future." Seeing Sannuit's dispirited look, Jason couldn't help reminding him.

Velsusi turned and knelt on the right side of the prince. “Yvayn and Lyora, you are brought here under the eyes of Aurum to be made one in the sight of the Almighty.” The priest put his hands on their heads. He raised his head and chanted quickly under his breath. He looked up. “Who has brought me these two to be joined together as one?” “I have,” Velsusi replied.

So in her conclusion, she just feels the world is just too low-levelled. Mainly, the levels are divided into low-level, amateur level, advanced-level, intermediate level, high-level, god-level and the legendary S Level mission. But all of these levels are also divided in 5 classes, the least being the F class, then E class, D class, C class, B class and the A class. The levels are completely different from each other, sometimes because of the difficulty of the task, or maybe the environment or the targets of the mission are all big bosses.

I groaned and sent a silent, sarcastic thank you, to the aunt and uncle that’d raised me. Her head tilted to the side, ‘No, it’s been several months since you’ve had the herb in your system, this is something more… You’re something more…’ her voice trailed off. “Awesome,” I tried not to take my frustration out on her, but this was starting to get ridiculously redundant. “So I’m different and that’s the best you can tell? That’s not really something that I didn’t already know.” She sat back on her hind legs and watched me for a moment, ‘You’re the swirling chaos of two different celestial energies and your mortal soul, and it’s hard to see them all separately.’

Once Phoenix put this on and tied the scarf securely around her face she and Patry left the Goyre’s temple. Once again Phoenix was amazed at the glorious beauty of the realm. From the stories she heard, the souls of men whom the gods were pleased with was brought to the pantheon after death. The pantheon was the heaven realm of mankind and once they died their souls would be granted entrance to the realm provided they pleased the gods in their earthly live and Pasige, the guardian of souls to eternity, granted them passage. The entire scenery of the pantheon was a wide expanse of beautiful fields and sparking water that flowed rapidly over rocks.