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"Cyprian. Anchor me." Cyprian stepped forward. He placed a hand on her shoulder. The bond between them surged. His physical stamina poured into her, fueling her magic. "Do it," Cyprian growled. "Show them the ugly." Vespera began to chant. It wasn't a fireball spell. It wasn't a curse. It was ancient revelation magic, forbidden by the Church of Solara because it stripped away all illusions. [SPELL: VEIL BREAKER] [TARGET: AREA WIDE]

Arc The words echoed in his mind like a haunting mantra: "We don't match at all, in any way. He was never important." The phrases cut deep, stirring up emotions he thought he'd long buried. Arc was never important, he reminded himself, the pain of that realization stinging like an open wound.

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

Her quiver seemed bottomless, each arrow imbued with the power of ancient enchantments, piercing through the enemy's defenses. Kael, a master of the arcane, wove spells that defied comprehension. His incantations resonated with the primal forces of magic, overwhelming the enemy with a dazzling display of arcane might.

"I'll give you one last chance to call for backup. Otherwise, you won't have another chance anymore if you accidentally die." Aria glanced at him dismissively. "You really do talk too much." Quinlan raised his arcane implement high. "Manifestation." With a sharp whoosh, the spell materialized and surged toward Aria. She didn't even flinch as she curled her finger slightly, releasing an invisible projectile. Just as the spell was about to hit her, Aria had already destroyed his arcane implement. The moment the implement shattered, the manifestation collapsed. Without his arcane implement, Quinlan coughed up a mouthful of blood and stared at Aria in disbelief. "H-how did you destroy my arcane

The rain continued to cascade around us. Draco's smile widened, his eyes shimmering with a mix of pride and reassurance. "Veronica, the night offers us a chance to transcend the limitations of the day," he spoke, his words infused with a quiet determination. "Under the moon's watchful gaze, we will explore the depths of your potential, honing your skills until they become second nature."

Another line appeared. VOICE AUTHENTICATION REQUIRED. Aurora exchanged a glance with Lucien. Victor nodded slowly. “Go ahead.” She swallowed. Then whispered, “Aurora Quinn.” The phone chimed. IDENTITY VERIFIED. A hidden application opened automatically. None of them had seen it before. Its symbol was simple. A black phoenix surrounded by a silver circle. Below it… One word. ARCHIVE. Aurora hesitated. Lucien rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “It’s your choice.”

“F*ck me! Really pays when you don’t have this psychic sense of danger!” A new voice suddenly rang out behind him. It almost made him pee his pants. “Oh, yeah?” Uri turned, quivering, and saw Javier’s malicious grimace. “Why are you running, man? Why are you running? You’re the goddamned Hierophant of the Arcadian Order, man! You’ve got all that magic, hand-swirling thing going on, right? Use it on them!” Uri’s grimace deepened at the sound of Javier’s mockery. He’d had a feeling that this young man was trouble, and now—well, at least the psychic had gotten one thing right!