Novel & Cerita Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.

So I'd shifted, consequences and pregnancy be absolutely damned, and run straight toward where I'd felt him fall through our connection. The battlefield was pure, unfiltered chaos. A walking commotion. Wolves fighting desperately everywhere I looked. Blood and death and screaming filling the air. Corrupted wolves moving wrong, their bodies twisted and broken by dark magic into some demonic or nightmares versions of what they used to be. And mages—fucking combat mages throwing spells that exploded on impact that set wolves on fire that turned solid ground into deadly quicksand. In a bright sustainable scenario, I would be absolutely glad to see mage, as it was one o my dreams, to see one, but

After a moment, a flood of other servants burst out of the stairs, in a wild frenzied flight of terrified people. “Enough!” it was the woman mage. “Enough.” Rivyn said nothing, but the building ceased trembling. I drew my song to a close and the room stilled. Mages picked themselves up from the floor. I could hear their moans and groans, and their heavy breathing as if they had all run hard in pursuit of us. Rivyn, by comparison, was unflustered. It had been nothing to him to hold off the attack of two hundred or more mages and almost bring their building down around their ears.

You can be too, if you just stay with me until the end and listen very, very carefully. In the year 3012, in the reality of Earth 61235, more commonly called as the Majikku Reality, or simply the Magical World, it was rumored that the Dark-Cored wizards have started attacking again. There has been a century of peace in the realm people have become lenient and relaxed. However, eveeything changed when Light-Cored Wizards and Witches started dying.

If one is not ready for that kind of power, one should not consider a mage as a worthy adversary. Lamag had been fighting enough mages in wars to know that mages are most dangerous just before they are at risk of dying. Their magic has the ability to multiply and explode uncontrollably in the hope of preserving the lives of the mages. Every soldier must be ready for it when fighting against mages, and Lamag has enough scars from his failures in the battle to be prepared for that kind of power.

Awake mages defending a facility they know is being raided is a whole different situation from what I planned for. The first mage comes through the east corridor door just as Cormac's group is clearing the second room. The exchange is brutal in the way that fights with trained Hermetic mages always are—offensive wards hitting with that force and silver-infused energy the Order always uses, the kind that does serious damage in the time it takes to close the distance. Cormac takes a hit across his left shoulder that I see from the junction, and I know from the way he absorbs it that it's real, not just a glancing blow.

When you stood with an alpha who chose ambition over basic decency. The second wave hit me two hundred yards into the territory. These weren't just warriors. These were specialists. Magic users casting spells from protected positions. Archers with silver arrows aimed from rooftops. Rogues hired as mercenaries, all of them desperate and dangerous in the way only those with nothing to lose could be. The first spell hit me, purple witch-fire designed to burn through supernatural defenses. It splashed against my Ghost Wolf power and evaporated, my silver light consuming the dark magic like it was nothing.

War drums echoed across the compound as Bloodfang forces emerged from the forest like a tide of shadow and steel. From the walls, I could see Kael's banners streaming in the wind that preceded the coming storm crimson cloth marked with the snarling wolf head that had once been my own symbol. "Three hundred warriors, just as the scouts reported," Marcus observed grimly, lowering his spyglass. "Plus siege equipment and what looks like a full complement of battle-mages." Battle-mages. Wolves trained to channel raw pack energy into destructive force. They couldn't match the individual power of an Eclipse Covenant heir, but working together they could level entire sections of wall.

"Morale is collapsing. People don't know how to fight enemies who erase you from existence." I slammed my fist on the table. "Then we show them! All forces, full mobilization! Earth-Arcanum delegation, I need you!" Archmagus Stellara materialized beside me, her star-filled eyes blazing. "Earth-Arcanum stands with Earth-Prime. We will not tolerate Nihilus aggression." "Can your magic counter void weapons?" "Magic is existence made manifest. Yes, we can counter nothingness. But we need your Ascended warriors to protect our mages while they cast. Void weapons are fast. Spells take time."

Its ceiling stretched upward like a coliseum, with magically shifting platforms and glowing partitions dividing different duels. Inside, students were already warming up casting spells, activating runes, flexing claws, sharpening elemental focus. “Students of Class A,” our instructor called out, standing at the center of the ring. He was tall, broad shouldered, with silver hair tied back. His name was Instructor Dorian Vance, a battle mage with scars that made students whisper rumors about dragon battles and ancient wars. “Today is one-on-one combat. Standard rules,” Dorian announced. “No fatal attacks. Win conditions: knockout, mana depletion, or immobilization.”