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The white-haired woman pulled a contraption from her robes, like the bridle of a horse. “What is that?” I recoiled. The mage with the melodious voice stepped forward and grabbed my face by the jaw, holding me still. I tried to pull away. The contraption had a metal bar with sharp looking spikes and a framework of leather straps. “Hold her,” the woman ordered the men as I screamed and struggled against them. The half-ogre roared in response, and for a moment, fought his way free of his guards. “Ianaceo,” she growled out at the ogre with the bitter bite of magic, and the ogre fell flat onto the floor, though he continued to growl and groan, he could not move. “Don’t make me do the same to you,

He had been in contact with the other platoons and they were all getting on well based on the reports, but he couldn't stop himself from worrying. The next morning they packed up and set off, with Verra taking a less aggressive approach the rest of the platoon got their chance to shine. One girl with purple hair interested Xasha the most, she was a rare sound mage; she was using a Black cello twice her height as her weapon, cutting energy beasts in half with sound waves.

A crooked grin spread across his face, and Slate said, “Command the magic, Nya. Feel it.” Nya closed her eyes, wondering why she hadn’t seen this scene ever before, and put her hand over the wound. “Heart of Magic,” she whispered, “I command you to heal this wound. Heal this man, and make him whole again.” Immediately, she felt the power pulsing through her, stronger now than it ever had before. It flowed from her fingers into Slate’s chest, and he closed his eyes as a warmth embraced both of them, a circling breeze like the hottest of summer days engulfing them and sweeping them up into the air. Nya opened her eyes for a second to see a warm, red light spinning around them before they were

Elish felt bad for his heart still stop a bit for Ariet beauty, the ebony skin, the long curly hair, the beautiful fox eyes with the lovely ghostly blue iris, and his big red lips. Elish hesitated for a moment. That was enough time for Ariet to attack him with two short daggers. It made Elish's heart became hard and, he didn't hesitate anymore to use his sword. The combat was hard for Elish, who had just had a huge battle, but Ariet didn't look much better. "to support the giants he must have spent a lot of MANA." Thought Elish looking at Ariet's blows getting slower and more violent. An Archmage that couldn't use MANA couldn't be a match for the sacred knight Elish.

It even felt like she never got shot in the first place. All this time, Mariana was with a mage, and she wasn't even aware. She knew Ignis was strong, too since healing spells are hard to pull off based on what she'd read from her books. He must be a water mage, too — she knew no such earth or wind healing spell existed, but a water spell that could heal wounds; she hadn't heard of that. Mariana knew only that water mages could heal only poison and sickness. This only meant that Ignis was a genius, since not just anyone could create an original spell. This rocked Mariana to the core.

Let me check it] She then taking back the contract detail on my hand. Her face turn pale and looked at me. "You won't say that you pull the wrong contract right?" I then ask her that with a happy smile. She looked at me with an accusing look. [Che. Now tell me what do you want] "Just a few skill. 1st Appraisall. 2nd Creation Magic but i can only create non living thing. 3rd Elemental Magic. 4th Auto Dismantle only work when i touch a dead body except human and lastly an Inventory."

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

Beta Chancy growls at his men, as he struggles to regain his footing, blood and gore rolling down his shoulders as he moves his head, his eyes white and blind as the spell reanimates him and struggles to keep itself going within the aura of my new form, which seems to feed not only off the natural energy of the world around us, but from every device and stored spell within the room–including those that make him work. “KILL THEM ALL!” Chancy growls, not seeing that his men are scattering, most of them dead and dying at the hands of the gammas that were only a moment ago prone beneath their blades. “KILL THEM…” With a sickening pop, his screams stop and he falls to the ground again, this time

Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame Takamatsu screamed as different memory after another continued pouring inside of him, after some time everything stabilize as Takamatsu regained clarity, "I did die, though in normal thinking I am dead in the normal world, I did not cross over to the other side, I only transmigrated, Takamatsu said as he can't help feeling happy.

“The story exists. My grandmother used to tell it to me when I was a kid, before she died. No one else knew it aside from my brother and me, so I just assumed she made it up to scare us.” “What was the story about?” I asked, leaning back in my chair. Damian’s expression shifted, the amusement fading into something more thoughtful. “A long time ago,” he began, “there was a powerful being who used magic and lived alongside werewolves. They were called mages.” I raised a brow but didn’t interrupt. “Werewolves and mages were enemies,” he continued. “Unlike us, they were weak at night but stronger during the day. And they had the ability to summon the undead.”