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I scrunched my face up in disgust. "Oh, poor sweet soul! You will be gagging out a whole lot of blood when I'm done with you." He rubbed his hands together and grinned. "Not under my watch," Suzy screamed into the air and lept onto the warlock. I jumped on him and seize his hands in case he tries to attempt magic. Suzy began to whisper incantations and the warlock screamed in discomfort and turned ashen. He was covered in sweat so I'm guessing Suzy was boiling his blood till he combusted.

With just a slight rose from the Maiden Sword, Keil destroyed two skeletons; and with this, the simple arrival of Keil had caused three losses to the enemy, lowering the number of these to 6 skeletons. While Nyos and Keil entered the melee combat, Ingrid kept a safe distance with Zark, both observed how Nyos dodged each attack of the skeletons and how their swords were simply repelled by Keil's armor. “Finish them,” Zark pronounced. That simple order from Zark was enough for Ingrid, she raised one of her hands from which a magic circle emerged and with the simple words of "[Turn Undead]" she released a flash of light which devastated all the skeletons in the area. leaving only dust where the

"Rouge." I heard a voice trying to get my attention but everything felt numb, the voice sounded muffled like I was underwater. Suddenly a pair of hands were on my shoulders shaking me softly. "You can't shift here my dear we need to get you out of the school." A husky voice I semi felt was familar was whispering into my ear, his hot breath against my skin. "I don't have a wolf." I mumbled not understanding why he was thinking I was about to shift. "Sure darlin but you still need to get out of here." His husky voice still sounded so distant and I couldn't place it. "Scarlet tell her next teacher she'll be in the nurses office." I heard him till Scar before suddenly I wasn't in my desk but in

Jess wished she were standing closer to Caine but reluctantly took Kiaan and Damien's clammy hands when they reached out to her. "Say these words three times," Damien ordered. “Shadows lurking in the night, I summon you, come to us tonight. Give us the revenge we seek, Twist the strong and make them weak. I call on you to make this spell magick, so mote it be." After the third iteration, Jess looked about the room and noticed the others doing the same. Brows raised, Kiaan asked, "Is something supposed to happen?" "Not now," Damien assured him. "But it will. Trust me."

There was no one I was going to memorize like more than 100,000 names, so I just divided them into groups and just gave them numbers, which was much better. I dragged my heavy legs across the concrete pavement feeling Mage shift and more around underneath my skin. He usually always resides in my spine or below my ribs, must be excited after all his waited eons for this. I pull my jacket tighter, shaking at the bitterly cold wind as I take long strides disliking the dark, dusty hallway. Finally, I reach and behind me stand about 300-500 men. I stand in front of them and prepare to yell at the top of my lungs so everyone can here-or I can just let Mage do the talking.

Maureen sighed on what he said. “We knew. But the Head of the Magic Tower in Adira’s empire was the strongest Great Archmage. He had been a great help every devil’s invasion. Also, he had two Great Archmages with him. The Great Archmage was already scarce. If we kill them, we would be the one who’ll suffer.” Santi shrugged his shoulders, “Up to you.” He nonchalantly said. Maureen pouted at him and stared at his daughter, “Baby, we knew that you were the daughter of Santi but don’t grew up to be like him, okay? It’s okay if you got his strength. But not his attitude, alright?”

Well, according to the teacher: A mage is a term commonly used in fantasy literature and role-playing games to refer to a practitioner of magic. The concept of mages has been a popular element in various mythologies and folklore throughout history, often associated with supernatural abilities and the manipulation of mystical forces. In most fantasy settings, mages are individuals who possess the innate or learned ability to harness and control magical energy. They are often depicted as having a deep understanding of the arcane arts, allowing them to cast spells, create magical artifacts, and manipulate the elements. Mages are typically distinguished from other magical beings, such as witches

Even with the anti-magic barrier in the room, his divine magic was still able to save him, though it was no way near as strong and he wasn't sure for how long he could keep this up. "Seems this sack of bones won't go down easy." He thought as he stood to his feet, trying to come up with another plan. "I have enough magic left for at least one saint level magic attack, and one last heal... If I can land a direct blow, I might have a chance." The skeleton flicked its large sword downward, letting the blood on it splash onto the floor. "Time for you to die mortal!" It shouted, as it's teeth clattered together.

Now that his spine had been taken away, it was as if a house's supporting wall had collapsed, and so had the house. In the starry sky, the sea of blood rolled. The skeleton without the spine wanted to reorganize. In the end, because of the lack of a spine, it reassembled several times, but it collapsed again in less than three seconds. The Blood Emperor let out an angry roar. His spine was the innate magic treasure of the Blood race. However, it was taken away. The most frightening thing was that he could not take back his spine. That meant the person who had taken away his spine was ridiculously powerful.

"What are you?" Belinda and Martina exchanged a wary glance. "Don't ask questions," the skeleton snapped, its voice rising in anger. "You know about our powers?" The sisters hesitated, sensing the danger emanating from the skeleton. "Don't ask questions," it repeated, its voice dripping with menace. The skeleton's empty sockets seemed to bore into their very souls, and Belinda and Martina felt a shiver run down their spines. "You two must pay before you pass, not in gold but a fragment of your magic," the skeleton declared, its voice cold and unyielding.