Virtual World: Close Combat Mage Novels & Stories

Those who managed to return suffered heavy injuries that almost cost their lives. The Magic Tower in the Halen Empire wanted to use a teleportation spell to go directly to the underwater cave, but it was unsuccessful as it seemed that there was something that made those who entered come into a chaotic space instead. A space where mana and sword aura could not exist. Once in there, the chance of going out was almost impossible. Staying in there for just a few seconds could make someone tear into shreds.

"So, you're a short-ranged fighter like me? I understand what your going for. We have no experience fighting alongside each other, so you want me to catch him off guard. But that would only work if I was a medium to long ranged magic-user." "I think you're forgetting about something. Enhancers like us have a have increased reaction times. Follow me closely, you can aim for an opening before he comprehends what's happening." The four mages in robes stand in each corner of the cavern. They clasp their hands together and a magic defense shield surrounds the fighters. This ensures that the spectators and the walls of the cavern do not take any damage.

The virtual classes weren't working no matter how hard i tried and i was depressed. I was perhaps just unproductive and moppy and sad and overwhelmed. I couldn't even bring myself to play games and having Alejandro around, just seemed sort of late, no matter how hard he tried. And God, he did. I budged, fluttering my eyelashes out of deep thoughts as i looked to my phone. The screen lit as Wu called back. I scrambled the phone, closer before sliding to answer and with a frail voice— —i answered, "Hello" * WU

Jokil approached Froster and offered a cigar, he declined. “Your quarry, is she a Battle Mage? he asked, tactfully blowing away the cigar smoke away from Froster. “Correct, she is a Battle Mage. Voltiir as well.” “This must be part of that new initiative, you think so?” Mangani Apemen had forejaws and molar tusks.

Immature as it may be, it infuriated him seeing someone break common sense. “Want to have a go?” Zeke boldly challenged Q. Q was about to respond but… “Enough,” James said coldly. Suddenly, Zeke and Q both felt a tremendous amount of force. They both went down to their knees. James Emil. Force Mage. A high tier class specialized in wide area spells and crowd control. [Gravity Well] A force-based skill to slow down or halt targets in an area. “Good to know we have promising new breakers,” James said calmly as he lifted the spell. “But let's save all that energy for after the assessment, alright?”

Everything is fine. As I went through the rounds fighting different opponents I realize that I am not good at close range fighting seeing as I was only focusing on getting better with my magic. This seems to be a weakness that I need to overcome. How can I be strong if I can't simply be able to fight people up close and personal?

He hissed but Matt just laughs at him as he sticks his tongue out. I saw Shiloh glares at him, and made a barrier between us. I turn my gaze on Kendra who's now making more clone of her. My smirk grew wider when I realize that their Mageia is both defenses. I activate my invisibility and make a fire sphere. Matt, on the other hand, made his ice mist more visible but now, he puts more ice spikes. Now, may the best Phylax and Voithos wins. ADHIRA'S POINT OF VIEW

“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.”

Arielle said. "Kaelen owes a debt." "I'm here to collect." She grabbed the leader by the face. The purple light flared. He didn't scream. He just evaporated. His mana, his life, his soul. Gone. Absorbed. The other two Mages tried to run. Arielle waved her hand. Gravity Crush. They slammed into the floor. Their bones snapped under the pressure. "Stay," she commanded. "I need witnesses." Below, the battle was over.

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