The Other World's Wizard Does Not Chant Novels & Stories

Without a word, the wizard gestured for Maddie and Darren to approach, their footsteps echoing softly against the floorboards. Darren's heart pounded in his chest as he entered the room, his gaze fixated on the figure lying before him. Lucy, his love, lay there like a sleeping angel, her chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. But her features were etched with an emptiness that sent a shiver down Darren's spine. The wizard's voice broke the heavy silence, resonating with a melodic timbre that held an air of authority. "Leave us," the wizard commanded, their voice carrying a weight of power that brooked no argument.

No normal could see them, for they are wrapped with incantations from their best wizards. Burning out from his curiosity, he leaned and started to speak. "Hey you, normal! Can you see me?"

But enough. Kaelric’s voice cracked through the corridor like thunder. “You have two minutes to identify yourself. Or else.” “That won’t be necessary, prince.” The wizard's voice was calm, too calm. “He can’t hide in darkness.” He raised both arms. His lips moved fast. Ancient words spilled out like venom. “Radahnus enrako benetera! Radahnus enrako benetera…” My gaze darted to the sconces. No. He was summoning the flames back.

I seriously nodded my head when I got the full context. By the way, the ink they use to write the spell is their own soul or spirit and the book is made out of mana, a combination of mana and spirituality. That's why they don't need chanting or anything, and it's more powerful because it touches the realm of nature and divinity. So silent caster don't need to chant because some spells are written on their body as a medium, or on their books and wands. It's really true that everything has a price. Suddenly, Professor James clapped his hands.

I replied. Beta Casren and Alpha Garren simultaneously stomped the ground with wolf paws, creating a thud that swallowed the sound. Mira flattened the air—the world held its breath. In that void, Lysander sliced through the enemy’s chant with a white note too pure for darkness to contain. The chant shattered; the black wizards jerked, some kneeling while clutching their ears. “Now!” I shouted. Our second row broke through, tearing apart their formation before the rhythm returned.

He said “Tell him yourself please.” Abby cried but just then Helsinger came and wrapped his arms around her as she struggled to be free screaming and wailing. She was asking that he be stopped. Caelum walked over to the wizard who stood confused and scared. “You know what you must wizard.” Caelum said. The wizard suddenly had insight and bowed as he picked up a dagger on the stone table. Caelum went down on his knees. The wizard began his chanting amidst screams and crying. Then he looked at

I find myself whispering softly as I roll on the floor and lie face down, struggling to use my hands to bring myself up to my feet, but it just feels so impossible presently. I slowly look up to look at the terrifying image of all the wizards and witches surrounding Serena's body on the ground. They keep her at a particular spot, and one of them takes out a strange kind of chalk, drawing inscriptions all around her body, and within the next few minutes, they all stand in various positions in a strange kind of way surrounding her as they connect their hands and gaze upwards into the sky, chanting a strange count of language that makes the entire Earth begin to tremble.

“Be careful what you chase, Charlie Greene. For when you find him… he may not recognize you anymore.” “So what am I supposed to do?” I snapped, throwing my hands out until the sleeves of my robe billowed. “Just stand here and listen? Watch Carter bleed away into the thing he’s been terrified of since we stepped through that Gate?” The Wizard didn’t flinch. He rose slowly from his chair, the pipe smoke curling like a question mark as he moved toward the mantle above the dying hearth. “Of course not, Charlie,” he said, voice low and steady. “You fight.”

He was surprised about the kind gesture of them, but still happy about it. "Let's try it, then." The Chief nodded and moved to the fields of acid potatoes with the minions in tow, after reaching it, he extended his hands and prepared to cast the spell. "Well, i guess i have to be creative about the chant." As David's army didn't chant to release the spells they use, the Chief had to create one on the spot using the principles that they involved in their spellcasting. Two minutes later, the Chief softly sighed. "Will of the abyss, bend the nature's will to your servant's favor and grant us the gift of life. Voice of the forest!"

I hoped to the heaven's they both are fine. The witches chants slowly filled my ears. "....Oxarmazas ocre ixes itum et sique. Zaplixy Atiz Cavi prarmossi Exastra Nepholi hesexa Zacavit Atiz Cravi prarmossi Pontemix Praeslzidior Zimbilis per vous meta mi heava cor dermina Zontem hraesidio ser imsen ulaz..." Then suddenly, a blinding red light grew brightly from the chalice, spreading out. It felt like my soul was being pulled away into the red light.