Romans & histoires The Art Of Magic

The Chancellor cultivated Curse Magic. However, after being passed down for generations, the Curse Magic now had many variations. The one he cultivated was the Mind Control Art. The Mind Control Art was essentially a Curse Magic capable of controlling other living beings. As he catalyzed the Mind Control Art, the countless beasts behind him went berserk. These beasts seemed to be in excruciating pain, emitting agonizing roars. The deafening and mournful roars echoed through the sky, shattering the dark clouds and making the earth tremble.

A guy who rose to the A-rank through his usage of artefacts and is well-known for his ability to find and exploit artefacts to their maximum capacity. Even the strongest trembled when confronted by his cornucopia of artefacts. The individual may be weak, but if the artefact is strong, it will compensate for the user's weakness. I stood up, wiping the blood from my mouth. I was in excruciating pain from what had to be numerous shattered bones. Thud. A branch landed on top of me. When I turned around, the rock-hard tree had been broken. "The Magic Mind is a magical artefact that can be utilized to cast the purest form of magic. You couldn't possibly have cancelled it."

I had to know how to use my magic to attack. Fortunately, I was getting better at this... and I didn't need Asriel's special touch for my spells to work. According to Asriel, magic was a form of art, and witches and warlocks were creators, able to give their magic a form using the power of their minds. I tried it, filling my luminous orb with different colors, and I think I was making progress. Although, I was quite certain that my rainbow-glowing orb would have been completely useless on the battlefield.

As a result, many superior mages died of assassination. Because of this, cultivation artists preferred magic treasures than magic arts as they could control the former with their will, which would take less time. Like using a gun, which chambering, aiming, and removing the arming barrier were needed before firing, preparing steps were also needed when displaying a magic art. However, using a magic treasure was as simple and quick as defending with a sword. Compared with the two arts, Divine Technique had a unique advantage. That was, when someone mastered it, it would become his own power, and he could use it at any time and as simple as using his four limbs.

“Nothing’s happening.” “Same as me.” I looked at the others — Dudley and Maurice avoided eye contact. Jenny and Maurice were the only ones Arthur hadn’t helped. “You, hussy, try to make a light.” Jenny ignored the name-calling and tried the finger manipulations to create a ball of light. She was by far the worst of us at magic, but she did manage to produce a slight glow. It disappeared immediately, but at least it proved my theory. Arthur had somehow stolen my magic from me.

"I think the moon had it all figured out for you and Bastian." I giggle. "The moon." I say with doubt. "Hey, that thing has powers. I've seen it. You've seen it. What happened in the ballroom? If that wasn't proof the blue moon has magic, I don't know what is." She hugged my arm. "Well, as an artist, I like the idea of a magical blue moon pairing hearts together. It's perfect." I smile. Wren sits up. "Well, it's not that perfect. At least not for me."

I said to Amiel. “You still can, dear. There are many points through which magic flows in your body. Basically, there are only three; mind, hands, and blood. You’ve used the first two a lot. The second one is weaker when compared to the other two. It is basically a means of channeling magic created by means of the other two. But it is also capable of creating its own magic called ‘manus magic’. And as it happens that a woman’s mental strength is normally consumed by her pregnancy as she constantly battles to make sure she successfully delivers. This brings you down to the last means; the blood magic which is far superior to mental magic and manus magic.”

"LOTHAR!" In the thicket, Lothar concentrated. Most people didn't really understand magic. Magic wasn't about violating the natural order. In fact, that was impossible. Magic was about manipulating the world as it was. A sorcerer could not create something from nothing, nor could he destroy something absolutely. He could simply push and pulled at the fabric of what was to make the universe more compliant with what he wanted. What Lothar wanted was to move particles around, causing the air above and around the fire pit to be saturated with oxygen, feeding the flames until . . .

“Are you sure that there is no magic involve? Maybe magic has evolved all this while human think there are no magic left.” “That is not likely You Highness. Magic is a gift from God who spread magic particles in the air of the Dracenthia Kingdom. So like air, they are scattered all over the place. In countless numbers. It's just that, if air can enter the human body through inhalation, magic particles cannot enter the human body. Magic particles are borrowed to create things. For example, water, fire, earth, moving objects and others. But after using magic, the magic particles will return to the air. So it is impossible for magic to affect human’s brain as you say so, Your Highness. But, you

The elements exist in this realm, along with the natural magic they carry. I gazed down at my own hands, seeing the thin, golden threads pulse and quiver. Hesitantly, I let the magic within me pour free. I wove the threads of shimmering magic together, hissing when they unraveled or fell short. It seemed the more I thought about it, the harder it became to intertwine those threads. It took me a few tries to clear my mind completely, and simply let the magic course through me.