Novel & Cerita The Saint's Magic Power Is Omnipotent Volume 7

“How is he doing that?” Zevarion and I exchanged a look, helplessness heavy in the silence. We couldn't answer that. “Since he left, the magic here has died,” she said softly, her voice no longer angry but hollow. “But somehow, this book…” she gestured toward it lying on the floor, glowing faintly, “...holds so much power it allows me to shift.” “Okay, can you shift back?” I asked gently. “It’s just, it’s hard to focus with you fluttering around.”

I straightened my spine, forcing my shaking hands into fists at my sides. Instead, I focused back on the one who was talking. He was magic itself. The realization was immediate and profound. It wasn't just that he used magic; he embodied it. His presence was not just a powerful aura, but a dense, living force that pressed against my senses, filling the chamber. It was cold, pure, ancient power, unlike the familiar, warm life force of the Moon Goddess or the raw, vital strength of my Wolf. This felt sterile and endless, the power of a deep void.

Full lips, pressed into a firm line, hinted at a warmth beneath the surface, but his demeanor remained detached. “Isabella” he growled, his deep voice made her tremble, snapping her out of her admiration. “I’m sorry, I got carried away” she responded lowering her gaze. “We have seven levels of magic, each levels have special powers and abilities it instills in you. You had passed the first level where you were able to create an earthquake and it changed your hair color. You increased by two levels at a go by the waterfall, which could have destroyed you if you didn’t stop. You are meant to go through one level at a time. No one has ever made it to the seventh level.” Isaiah said, making her

Her aura became so great that it was even visible to the naked eye, her magic spilling out of her before she gained control of it. "I don't know if you knew this, but we holy saints only carry a staff around with use to limit our powers... half of our power is sealed away in our staff, so we don't cause havoc upon the world. However, if our life is put in danger, we may break our staff and unleash our full power!" She shouted, suddenly freezing everything her hand pointed to. Xolvion could see the ice spreading rapidly as her magic attack almost reached him. "Holy shit! This changes things!" He thought as he quickly dashed around, doing his best to evade all of her attacks.

“I am stronger than I have ever been.” Magic trembled around her, humming from the bond itself. She turned slowly, facing each elder, each pair of accusing eyes. “Call it forbidden. Call it cursed. But you cannot unmake it. This—” she touched her chest “—is power.” Rowan stood firm at her right. Lucien at her left. A perfect storm. Elder Marlowe leaned forward, voice low with warning. “Then power will be your doom.” Her staff struck the ground. Sparks leapt, flying across the hall like shattered stars.

It was worth it if it could stall a demi-saint for half a second. At the same time, the hands I was holding were glowing. God's hands were positioned. If this Demi-Saint had any other intentions, I was willing to give up a portion of my life to finish him. My Death Element was the only thing I couldn't use right now. Because if I used it, rather than a demi-saint, several saints would come after me. Thirteen looked calmly at the young man. 'This is not a low-ranking domain.' I'm not even able to exert more than 70% of my power!

"Because when Kiema superheated all the metal in my face - which were tied directly to my power - my magic was disturbed. The effect you saw was my magic trying to reestablish itself." "You have nice pat answers for everything, don't you, Hellion?" Saint said. He got in Hellion's face. "Heppni says this and it makes sense. Hellion says that and it makes sense." He sliced a hand through the air. "No more. You don't get to come in here and move her around for your own gain. If you want to help, you put your cards on the table, right here, right now. If not, leave. And never come back." Hellion looked over his shoulder, stared straight at me.

With a heavy heart, he squeezed John's hand back, silently conveying his support and love. Magnus stood at the centre of the stage, his hands raised, weaving the intricate threads of magic. The air crackled with energy as he channelled the combined strength of Zion and John, drawing upon their essence to fuel the spell. With each incantation, an ethereal glow shimmered in the air, forming a protective shield around the gathered pack members.

As she had the power of 1 la Cofugar (1 lac witches) in her, so she was the most powerful to face the gods and after getting the book she became even more powerful as the book contained all the powers of the Supreme demon's who died against god's as it was made out of their ashes because of which their powers too got amalgamated in the book And after getting the book she became more powerful as now she didn't just have her power, but she also had the power of those innumerable number of Demons who died in Battle against the Gods and now she started attacking on God's one by one and thus taking over their Thrones which made God's surrender before her

She dedicated her life to studying magic and divine power. Divine power is like a manifestation of spiritual power coming from god. It can heal injuries and illness. Giving a person a divine power by healing can give a spiritual peacefulness. It is also a source of light and life. A person who has divine power can't die from magic. It's too powerful to control one's energy surrounding them but as they use divine power, a Saint will have to bleed if uses a strong divine power. The blood of a saint can be an elixir. It was one of the secrets that Elise read from the book “The Lazy Lucky Princes”. It was forbidden because using this method can weaken the saint’s body and cause death.