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Marcel continues to retreat as Willow laughs again. “Which he died for, almost effortlessly. You see, I can feel the magic so much more now, and when I use it, it’s like… it’s like it’s free.” She steps forward again. “This may hurt just bit, that’s what you said to me, right?” Marcel turns to run, Willow’s hand flying up and stopping him, his body turning as he screams. Gwenael and Alaric stare at the scene, shocked. “Lux tenebris involvunt proponit eamque ad nativam nisi me. Lux tenebris involvunt proponit eamque ad nativam nisi me.”

With a deep, Minotaur roar he surged forward, raising his large axe with the intent of cleaving the Mage nearest him. Zalikhe turned at the sound of his roar. She sent a strong burst of mystical energy at him. It struck him in the chest, and the tall warrior stumbled. She cast a second one and he stopped, tumbling forward in pain, as the axe fell heavily to the ground. He was unable to rise with the pain racing through him. His dark eyes narrowed in frustration as he saw the Mages heading through the doors with their prize. His frustrated roar echoed across the grounds.

The berserker demon is a black charred mass and the mage is on the floor, howling in pain. “Heh, I overestimated”, I say as I walk towards the mage curled up in a ball, nursing his wound. I’ll ask you again, answer and I’ll let you go with at least one limb. Who sent you?” He turns around and tries a last ditch effort to attack. “Blood Demon Magic: Death’s Grasp” . A black mist covers both of us. “ I’m taking you with me, mage!”. I sigh, and snap my fingers, “Sowilo” A miniature star the size of a soccer ball forms , burning the mist away, and the mage too. The dimension starts fading away, as I walk to go buy what I wanted before.

She slapped her hand down on a page and began to read off of it. “The ability to wield Spirit magic is the defining character of a Mage though, their species is not. Most Mages are in fact human, contrary to the belief that only Dhampirs can be Mages. Whilst humans cannot train to become Alchemists, some humans possess the natural ability of Spirit magic..” her smiled grew into a full grin as she continued to read from the page. “Natural born, human mages can be identified by their unique spirit markings, as well as a natural affinity to be able to wield elemental, light and spirit magic.” She stopped reading and looked up to meet Seraphina’s eyes, Seraphina frowned at Helga. “I don’t unders

"However, as time passed, darkness grew restless, seeking to overpower the light and tip the balance in its favor. It corrupted some souls, twisting their magic into dark manifestations fueled by greed, power, and destruction." Luna's eyes widened as she absorbed the knowledge, a mix of awe and concern washing over her. She understood that the battle they faced was not just a physical one but a struggle to maintain the delicate equilibrium between light and darkness. "The Mages of Light," the High Mage continued, "have dedicated their lives to preserving the purity of light magic. We draw our power from the energy of creation, using it to heal, protect, and restore. But the forces of darknes

I was glad he asked, because I couldn't even find my voice to speak. "There are light mages and dark mages," Elder Fabian explained, sounding far too calm for the situation. "Light mages give life, warmth, and health. Dark mages... they bring death." I shuddered, a cold chill running down my spine. Thank Goddess I was a light mage. "Your magic broke free of its binds when it sensed you were in mortal danger," Fabian continued. "It recognized the toxin and expelled it from your body to save you. Congratulations, Lady Raven."

Able to tap into the mana force within him create lightning at will. He had half blue and half white hair, brown eyes and a slightly short stature. He never partook in fights, except when unavoidable. "Excuse me! Ma'am?" He called out. "My name is Buck and I'm a mage." He continued, "I don't want you to be caught unawares when the fight begins." "And I'm Crysanta Gore, a Zeno user", she replied him happily. "I hope our fight can be memorable."

Kema's team was already there. The scene was one of ruthless coordination. A female mage with a scar across her right eye stood at the forefront, her hands glowing green as thick vines snaked up from the earth to entangle a snarling werewolf—from its yellow eyes and bloodstained fur, it was likely the same werewolf that had fled at the sound of Kema's voice. The beast thrashed wildly, its claws swiping at the air, but the vines held firm. The mage's face was taut with concentration, sweat dripping from her brow as her glowing hands trembled. Another mage moved swiftly, his fists encased in icy blades. With controlled movements, he struck at the rogue, forcing it to stagger back and weakening

The chimeras fought with savage ferocity, but there was something almost mechanical about their movements, as if— There. At the far end of the courtyard, half-hidden in the shadows of the breach itself, stood a figure unlike the others. Where the chimeras were twisted amalgamations of different creatures, this being appeared almost human—save for the eerie violet light that pulsed beneath its skin and the tendrils of dark energy that connected it to each of the attacking monsters. "The controller," Rex muttered. He caught Kiri's eye across the courtyard and pointed. She nodded in understanding, immediately beginning to weave a new spell—one designed to isolate rather than attack.

“I like this position so what are you waiting for? Don’t you want to drink my blood? To nourish yourself? Your glamour will start to fade soon, you know.” “Fine, fine,” I huff, finally giving in. I lower my head to his neck and open my mouth to reveal my teeth that are growing by the second. I bury my fangs in him and start sucking gently. That’s our arrangement. I suck gently and he will allow me to drink his blood. And as a human mage, his blood will make me stronger, with vitality flowing through my body. It also means that my magic will get stronger. “Oh, Serra...”