The Other World's Wizard Does Not Chant の小説・ストーリー

The world was not alone in its witness. In an underground chamber, lit only by the sputter of black candles, an ancient wizard lifted his head from the dust of forgotten scrolls. His eyes, cataract-white, rolled back in his skull as he hissed, “The Healer awakens. Impossible.” His voice cracked, echoing through halls no human had walked in centuries.

Cadell Marcus said with a cold smile. "Don't dare, don't dare... Please spare your life..." Saying that, the Wizard repeatedly hit Cadell Marcus on the head. At this moment, Allen Old and Big Bear stood on the side, with a completely stupid look on their faces. Because whether it was Waldo Roy Wizard or Cadell Marcus releasing ghosts, they were all invisible, they were not cultivators, and they were not born with Yin and Yang Eyes, so it felt like Waldo Roy Wizard gave Cadell Marcus bowed his head, a little confused.

I could even heard his little gulping while he talking. He is still cutely resisting the urge to eat the whole black bracelet. Awe… he is so cute today. Ano kaya nakain nitong at biglang bumait. And this is perfect! A defence type amulet enough to protect me from harm. “You just need… to chant the… incantation to activate… the spell…” Incantation? Anong incantation naman ang dapat kung sambitin? I could help but to be confused. Akala ko na I just need to say the spell ‘Millefiore’ to activate it. But I guess it was wrong, so this the difference between mages and wizards.

Still, they were very dangerous wizards and not to be trifled with. The Necromancer edged his immense bulk forward in his chair. He stretched his thick arms out over the table, fleshy palms facing down, and began to chant softly. His voice was deep and gravelly; the rhythm of his incantation was slow and repetitive. The others watched closely.

It made the whole place feel still, like the world had paused just for this moment. The wizard lifted his hands and began chanting the ancient mantra. His voice was steady, echoing through the quiet space. Every word hummed through my chest. I watched him closely at first, tension crawling up my spine. After everything with Adrian, trusting anyone felt dangerous. But Zane had checked the cage before we came here. He assured me Adrian was still locked inside, unable to shift or escape. I forced myself to breathe and focus. “Place her there,” the wizard said, pointing to the center.

When the wizard opened his eyes, he noticed he was completely in another world; he knew that casting the ultimate spell of doom would be very detrimental but he needed to do it to save lots of people. He stepped out of the shadows and noticed how particularly silent the entire place looked. The silence was soon over shadowed by an irking noise which didn’t go down well with the wizard. He searched from his left to his right to know where the noise was emanating from but there was nothing that indicated the whereabouts of the noise.

All the witches started chanting in Latin, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The last Wizard was easy, he was not in that stage yet, but this one had gone all out in using dark magic, making it harder to bring him back to the light. I didn’t want to be a part of it, I had a bad feeling this was not going to end well. Backing away, I leaned against a tree, watching them perform the ritual. As I looked to the side, I noticed Blake was there, crossing his arms on his chest as he admired what my family was doing.

I ordered them. They tried to babble some sort of excuses, but it came out as mostly gibberish. The whole Brotherhood congregation was there now, but so were a lot of my men too. “Your pack?” Sinclair said. “Are you saying you have a wizard now.” “Is there a spell for stupidity?” I asked Alik. “Sadly no,” he said. “This is the biggest and most devastating plague the world will ever face and it will end only when we are all dead.”

“Don't say that my dear boy. If you had thoughts of being able to burn down churches, or create volcanoes or even melt a piece of plastic on your first day, you have been dwelling in your fantasies, and this - is reality. Guess what else is reality, boy?” “Ugh, what, sir?” Gerey asked, heaving and puffing like he'd trotted all the way from Ledale to Deham without stopping for a rest. He looked straight into the waned, wise eyes of the wizard, Sir. Oswic. “The verity that this world rests not on my shoulders, nor Cwena's. It rests on neither the Police Department, Ingfalls, nor the Chamber of Duties. The assurance of this world and everything in its continuity is in your palms.”

It was more terrible that what they have thought. The Grand Arch Wizard had fixed a chain to the gates of the realm. The black chain was exuding a deathly mahò. It was not the mahò these wizling’s were used too; it was the kind that was suffocating. The black chain was connected to his wrist, bounding him to the magic circle drawn in his feet. The circle was gleaming and sparks were continually materializing from it. The Wizard smiled at Harlequin who was standing on the head of his spirits. “The goddess of the wind trusts you so much that she sends you alone in the battlefield to die,” he mockingly said in disguise of a concerned tone.