Novel & Cerita Rite Of Ascension

“If a person’s comprehensions do not match the speed of their promotion, and they end up ascending before filling the Token of Authority, they ascend as Ascenders. If they fill the Token of Authority before their ascension, they ascend as gods. As for False Ascenders, they are those that barely filled a third of their token before ascending. And unlike True Ascenders who can keep on filling their Tokens to attempt entering the realm of godhood, False Ascenders have no such privilege. Once they ascend in their false states, their progress is barred.”

" I've been tracking Ryel's movements. They're subtle, cloaked in diplomacy, but they match a very old pattern - one I read about, but never thought I'd see again. And it fits perfectly." Alessia finally speaks, voice calm and cold. "What pattern?" "He's preparing an Ascension Rite. He wants to be a god." Cyre answers. "And summon Hades to the earth." Raven adds. My heart skips. "And how is he going to do that." Cyre steps closer. "He needs power. Ancient power. He's targeting the oldest, strongest bloodlines. Then, he'll drain the essence of a Banshee to tear open the veil. And finally, he'll make the ultimate sacrifice -"

With practiced precision, she painted intricate symbols across his forehead—ancient marks of recognition, spirals and crescents that bound him to the old ways. "I commend you, Deimon Ashworth, as Ashworth the Fifth and Tenth of your line. You have been ascended. The spirits accept you, Alpha Ashworth." The words emerged formal and final, carrying the weight of inevitability rather than blessing. "Took them long enough." Deimon rose to his feet, performing a shallow bow that bordered on insult. "Peace be with you, High Priestess." "Your ascension ceremony is due tomorrow at moonrise," Selene called after him. "Make proper preparations. The higher-ups want to see the grandson of the great Magn

In the ward, Matilda helped Celine in cleaning up. To avoid suspicion, Winston stood quietly in the hospital corridor, waiting. The same photo was on his phone, along with the three words Monte sent him. [Monte: Need more money.] Winston put down his phone after responding to Monte with a single word. [Winston: Okay!] Then Winston began to reflect on the past, recalling how his grandfather and father ascended. Ascension took various forms among mystics. The most complete ascension, or rainbow ascension, was considered the most perfect.

She had taken those words to heart, determined to strike that delicate balance. The elder’s speech drew to a close. “And so, without further ado, let the Ritual of Ascension commence.” The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as the moment they had all been waiting for had finally arrived. The elders stepped forward, their expressions solemn as they prepared to oversee the ritual that would determine the new Supreme Sorcerer. Constantine took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the elders. She knew that this was her moment, the culmination of years of training, sacrifice, and determination. She was ready to face the challenge and, with Isolde’s guidance, lead her coven into a new era.

“Ascension?” “A High Priest or Priestess are the most powerful of our kind, but that power reaches its peak when we ascend. It’s much like a President or King taking their oath when they take office or the throne, only with more magic and power. During the ascension the magic of the Goddess who created us–” “Fretez, right?” I quickly interject, making sure I’m following along.

Vera's words stirred Charlie's curiosity. He quickly asked, “So, the one with the fate of the ascending dragon can ignore the laws of nature. Does that mean it's like what people say about ascension, where one can ascend like those in legends?" Vera chuckled and said, “Young Master, you're overthinking. Ascension is merely speculation derived from people's understanding of the Book of Changes and the Eight Diagrams. People often believe that by cultivating to a certain extent, they can ascend to another world, just like what we Easterners call the immortal realm or what Westerners refer to as the divine realm. However, according to my understanding of the Book of Changes and the Eight Diagra

Dmitri shed off his ritual gear, looped his arm around my waist and led me out into the fray. This was the first time Nathan had directed the ceremony, instead of Dmitri since the officiating couple were supposed to be bonded, or soon to be bonded mates. It wasn’t just a welcome into manhood for them, it was a fertility rite. Once upon a time, we’d be the ones to kick off an orgy, and afterwards they all would have run around goosing and kissing the women of the pack throughout the day to share their vitality and bless them with fertility. Another tradition I was glad had died out through the ages. Although, I did receive a few pinches on my ass, until Dmitri wrapped his arms around me more

eight in a teardrop form. I heard the humans scream for victory. Raising their weapon in the sky to show Victory. I saw hope in the lost souls too. I saw a paper with pride written on it, burned before it touched my hand. The task is done and the seven deadly sins are gone. The barrier gets thick again. The heaven opens and the seven archangels kneel including Michael who is fighting the Nephilims to protect the humans. I defeated Samael and he is gone, same with Maria. The Nephilim that he help to escape just to give terror to humans are gone too. As well as his army of angels. They all turned into ash one by one as when their master got defeated. Husk and Tusk returned to themselves. A cu

Sarah assured him. “After 500 years of our existence we can ascend, so to say… find some secluded place, make an altar, lay on it, and let our own fire consume us and take us from one life to another. After 9 days, we are born again from the ashes just like the legend says.” “And the secluded place is necessary because of the fire and all?” Sarah tried to imagine the scene in her head and indeed it was scary, like nothing she heard about the supernatural world before.