Weakness To Magic Oblivion Novels & Stories

Magic ignited in his palm, and I felt a calming warmth as my palm absorbed the beautiful light. "It's natural to feel uneasy when you discover new powers," James instructed me in the basics of magic. The first step was learning to control my strength, which was challenging. James advised me to practice more to improve my abilities while Darcus observed in the background. Unexpectedly, a surge of magic overwhelmed James, injuring him, but he quickly recovered. I felt terrible, but James assured me that setbacks were a part of the learning process.

I checked the system to see the list of my skills Main skills: [Mana Mastery] [Magic Mastery] [Dark Magic] [Space Magic] [Enchant Magic] [Psychic Magic] [Evil Eyes] [Abyss Magic] [Martial Art] [Magic Craft] Sub skills: [Evil Eyes of Clairvoyance] [Evil Eye of Distortion] [Evil Eye of Illusion] [Evil Eye Grudge] [Mana Records] [Take Over] [Telekinesis] [Space Maneuver] [Force Field] [Pain infliction] [Provocation][Dark Manipulation] [Curse Magic] [Puppet Mastery] [Totem Magic] [Witchcraft] [Necromancy] [Time Arc] [Archive]

The magic spells seem to be acting on their own when it comes to him, almost like they are protecting him. As extraordinary as Arkad's ability is, his main weakness is the time he is able to use his ability. But during the time he does have it, he becomes almost invincible. Arkad uses the strength he has gained to eviscerate the ground beneath him, creating a powerful shock wave that sends Lucia flying back against the barrier.

And my inability to do anything about it weakens me more. I don’t know what’s happening, and I don’t trust it. Not yet. My body’s too weak to run, my muscles still aching from the strain of whatever Salcom’s dark magic is. I can barely move my feet, let alone fight. But Salcom seems like he’s really busy, staring at the Moon’s Tear like it has betrayed him.

"And you rely on the Void because you are lazy." "Lazy?" I wheezed. Thrashing against his weight. "It drains... my life." "Exactly," Barzil growled. "The Void is a finite resource. It eats you to feed itself. If you burn out in the field, if you hit your limit, what are you? You are dead weight. A liability." He leaned in closer. His golden eyes burning. The gravity in his soul pressed down on mine. "I will not tolerate liabilities in my Unit. Your body must be the backup. When the magic fails—and it will fail—you need to be able to kill with your hands. You need to be stronger than the magic."

He chuckles. “There is no way you could have calibrated it to seek out only my magic power.” “Ah. That’s where you are wrong,” He points to his chest. “You left me with a bucket load of your power, didn’t you? That curse was the key to all of this. I made my weakness your weakness.” He comes closer again and I take more steps back. “Mages and witches are alike in their weaknesses, overexertion of magic and low stamina, being low on those two mean instant death.”

Damion stared at Coltus for a moment before letting out a growl of frustration. He stooped down and undid the silver cuffs on my ankles, followed by the ones on my wrists. The relief was immediate when I was freed from the burning silver. My magic was starting to sparkly weakly within me. Regrettably, it wasn't enough to do anything, I needed time to regain my strength. But when Damion captured my shoulders again and Coltus took a step toward me with his hand raised, I tried with all my might to struggle against Damion's bruising grip.

He looked down at it and pulled his pants up to cover his lower nakedness but that did not bring his erection down. "Myan?" He frowned. He waited, hoping she would appear by his side. He tried to use his powers to see if he could find her presence, closing his eyes tight to see where she was but he got nothing. It dawned on him just then, he was losing his powers and whatever was happening were the side effects from his decision to leave his position. This was not good. He knew exactly where she was and it was certainly the blocked dream. No one could get out of a blocked dream state without the involvement of strong powers, something that would have been an easy task if he had full control

Did he just absorb the effect of Lotus’ Mind Magic, too? “Yes, he can any absorb any kind of spell, including magic with no physical forms. Take Caria’s Soul Corruption Magic as an example. She inflicted an intangible spell within you but through Beelzebub’s Gluttony, I was able to absorb it and convert as a magical energy. Beelzebub’s Gluttony made him invincible,” Mammon said, replying to the question bothering my thoughts. Beelzebub is d*mn overpowered. “Then, it should be me who’s fighting him right now since I have you. Your Cursed Greed Magic can stand a chance against him,” I told him.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my eyes, and my mother handed me a goblet of Ambrosia. "Really, mother? At a time like this?" "They don't call it the nectar of the gods for nothing, daughter. Drink. It will speed up your healing." I took a sip, savouring the flicker of strength that passed through me as I swallowed. A reminder that this feeling of weakness was temporary. I was, however, unsettled by how close I had come to death. Magic strong enough to end an immortal life is dark, powerful and now I knew beyond doubt that our enemy had access to it.