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A surge of magical energy coursed through him, a roaring torrent that found its way into his palm as he voiced his incantation with unrestrained determination: "Firebolt!" A luminescent heptagram materialized from his outstretched hand, hovering before him, gathering the surrounding energy to manifest a grand sphere of roaring flames. It hummed with potential, awaiting his command to assault the malevolent creature looming before him. The creature, a beast with wolf-like features, bore menacing red eyes that once struck terror into his heart. But with the awakening of his magic, fear was a forgotten shadow. Without hesitation, he released the fiery sphere towards the beast. A brilliant explosion enveloped the monstrosity, scorching its onyx fur and searing its flesh with unbearable agony. A triumphant smirk tugged at his lips, a single breath of relief escaping as the imminent danger faded away. As the creature succumbed to its fiery demise, he reveled in his newfound power, a declaration of victory escaping his lips: "I did it! I have become... a Sage!" ____________________________________________________ WARNING: If you cannot stand dark stuff like rape, murder, gore, etc, my work is not for you. Ordinary man MC Isekai-ed in a world full of conflicts, but most of all, he needs to resolve his inner-conflict. Weak to strong. As a first-time writer, worldbuilding is my forte. The writing and English grammar need to be improved... and I'm continually learning. My chapters are usually longer than the standard on WN, 3-4k words instead of 1.5k words. I manage(d) to publish twice weekly, but by the length of my chapters, it's basically the same amount of content you'll get with daily chapters of 1.5k words. Chapter updates when I have the time, unfortunately. If you wish to directly support me, you can send DOGE to this address: DPy7f5UxEEvty424M7KxfEhGA3dECtQcn8 Cover art is MINE.

Tengu_San · Fantasy
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93 Chs

Chapter 63: Calamities

"Thia, it's okay now..." Jorael whispered as the paralyzing headache passed, but the Elf couldn't help herself and kept crying hugging him tightly at the bottom of the ravine that led to Vas'Anellir.

"No, it is not." she whispered through her tears.

"Yeah, I know...

We should meet with the others now." he said, trying to moving on.

Cyn'Thia raised her head, and as she stared into his purple eyes, she exclaimed:

"Can't you see that every day is getting worse and worse?!

We don't need to do this at all!

Nobody imposes it on us..."

"What do you mean?" Jorael asked baffled.

"We can settle down, forget about the Empire or the Kingdom, find a place where the two of us... where the two of us and the others can live free and happy, disconnected from the wars between states, Vampires, and the rest..." she explained exasperatedly.

"Thia, I cannot deceive those who are suffering and are waiting for me..." Jorael replied.