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“I have been reading this book for three days, and nowhere do I find a mention of the incarnation ritual. If Carl wanted it for an incarnation ritual, then where is it?” Lilia keeps her phone aside and says, “Maybe it’s there under some other name? Maybe the name incarnation ritual is relatively modern, and it was known as something else earlier.” “Yeah, I thought so too. But the way Damion described the ritual the first time, includes the three ingredients and the sacrifice of werewolves. I can see the mention of the three ingredients here, although I haven’t read all the details. But I have flicked through the entire book and no illustration or word mentions werewolves or their sacrifice.

I couldn’t have the both of them fighting again. “Will you two cut it out? I will do the ritual regardless. Just let me do this.” I pushed past the both of them and stepped onto the lawn with the book in my hand. The bright red moon glowed and it's beam bathed the lawn in an eriee light. I opened the book and a sinister wind blew. I exhaled. Here goes nothing. I bent down and picked up a stick and drew a crude circle around me. At equal intervals, I drew a triangle and soon I was in the middle of a circle with three triangles, with one of their vertices pointed at me.

Eden cursed that the butterfly fairies had learned those swearings from here and nowhere. Eden ignored the shop owner's verses. He was so used to the heavy swearing frequency of this brother. The young wizard glued a hand-sized transparent glass jar. Inside the box were purple-blue powders that clumped like they were wet with moisture. With this, Balan can safely pass Winter Day this year! The blood of animals could help Balan get through 10% of pain, the blood of humans was 30%, and the blood of mighty magical creatures (like a dragon) - even if it's not fresh blood - would most likely keep him alive. Balan could move as usual (could not use strength but did not need to lie down like every

But the look in his eyes… It seemed so sincere. I took a deep breath, ignoring the burning feeling of a warning in my stomach. This situation may be incredibly unusual, and I may not know enough of what was at play here, but… I couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. “Okay,” I told Christopher, looking at him with determination. “Okay, I’ll do it. Help me perform the ritual.” Christopher’s face broke out into a smile, and he nodded enthusiastically. Setting the book on the ground, he reached into the opened wooden house and pulled out some large, powdery, white sticks that looked sort of like chalk and handed them to me. I took them, and my hands turned white from the powder.

He dismissed his comm unit, turning his attention to a small, hidden satchel he carried for emergencies. He pulled out a leather-bound book, its pages brittle with age, filled with forbidden lore and arcane symbols. Days blurred into a frantic search as he poured over the texts, his mind racing to find an answer, any answer. He needed to understand. He needed to fix her. He emerged from his solitary research, his face etched with exhaustion but alight with desperate hope. He held the ancient book open, pointing to a fading inscription. "There's an old ritual," he announced, his voice strained but firm. "To cleanse the spirit. To sever dark bonds, to purge corrupted power. It's dangerous, but

I was certain that our movements were so soft and fluid that, even if Freya had awoken slightly from her sleep, she might have simply mistaken us for the wind. Once we were a safe distance away, we found a secluded spot and began to set up for the ritual. I laid out the ingredients—the tuft of fur, a bundle of sage, a small bowl of salt, and the book outlining the ritual—and lit a candle, its flickering flame casting dancing shadows across the forest floor. Nathan kept watch while I began to chant the words on the page—a language that I didn’t understand, long since lost to time. I wondered if I was even saying the words right, but the way the words rolled off of my tongue, ancient and power

"Miss Emily sir Alex and I have picked a few spell, ritual and potion making books, sir." "What ritual books?" Adi asked curiously. "Emily, explain to us about those rituals." Leo ordered. "Sure sir. I have found a total of ten rituals, in which, five of them have a human as a sacrificial ingredient, three have animals as a sacrificial ingredient, one uses the soul as a sacrificial component..." "We are not murderers. Tell us a ritual that doesn't use any living being as a sacrificial component and also produces enough energy." Alex interrupted her, rolling his eyes.

These shelves were loaded with tales of the Moon Goddess, long-forgotten festivals, and ancient rituals. A book cracked its spine when I opened it after yanking it free. The title was written in beautiful calligraphy: The Bonds of Eternity. I flipped over the pages, looking for anything that caught my attention. The majority of the content consisted of flowery, ambiguous reflections on the sacredness of mate ties. But then I saw only one word: Ritualum Disvinculum. The Severance Ritual. As I continued to read, my heart raced. The ceremony was a method, painstakingly explained; it was not only a fiction.