Novels by Moksa

Arcana System: Rise of the Forsaken Prince "🇦🇹A deep silence enveloped them for a moment. Only their breathing sounds heard, combined with the roar of the shook. Leon looked at the guard figure with sharp eyes, although fear began to creep in the corner of his mind. The figure was bigger than an ordinary human, and the dark aura that radiated from him was very pressure, as if the world itself opposed it. Vireon stood tall beside Leon, holding her sword tightly. His expression was firm, although there was a sense of worry that looked faint in his eyes. "Don't let yourself doubt, Leon," he said, his voice seemed to whisper but full of warnings. "We have to survive, whatever happens."Leon swallowed hard, trying to calm his heartbeat faster. Slowly, he took a deep breath and felt the cold breeze that blows, carrying the aroma of a thick fog that is increasingly tense. "How do we deal with it?" Leon asked, his voice sounded heavy. Fear and confusion began to mix in his heart, but he

🇦🇹16.The temple began to tremble violently, big stones began to fall, overwriting the floor with a loud voice echoing. The roar seemed to come from the depth of the earth, arousing a deep fear in Leon's heart.Vireon ran closer, pulling Leon to get up. "We have to get out of here! Now!"However, Leon remained silent, his eyes fixed on the crystal ball which now radiates dazzling white light."Mother ..." he whispered, his heart felt broken.Vireon shook Leon's body, forcing him to look in the other direction. "Leon! This is not a mother! This is an illusion! Don't be trapped!"With difficulty, Leon finally turned his head, surprised by the reality in front of his eyes. There, between the temples, he saw the shadow - the mother - but this time his face was filled with scary laughter, not the smile he knew.

🇦🇹15."We have arrived," Vireon said in a seriosa tone. "This is a place where the actual test will begin."Leon nodded, his eyes staring at the ruins of the temple with curiosity. Each step feels heavier, as if there is a power that presses from all directions."There is no way back now," he thought to himself.When they entered the temple area, the atmosphere changed completely. A deep silence enveloped them, there was no wind or whatever was heard other than the sound of their footsteps that hit a loud stone floor. In front of them, a large altar stands majestically in the middle of the room, surrounded by sharp obsidian stones. On the altar, a large crystal ball emits strange light that flows mysterious energy.Leon stopped, his eyes locked on the crystal ball, as if the ball had an extraordinary appeal. He felt something connected him

🇦🇹Chapter 14 Mount Serpentia, Traces of Mother's ShadowThe mountain breeze began to blow hard. From a distance, the summit of Mount Serpentia began to look faint, covered in clouds. "Then," Leon said, stepping first, "It's time we go up."The wind bit the skin when Leon and Vireon tread the slopes of Mount Serpentia. The sky began to be purple red, like the blood frozen time. The mist down slowly, covering the path with a silent blanket. "This mountain ... is not just a place. This is a life tomb," murmured Vireon while pressing her stick to the ground. "Many rise, never come back."Leon took a breath. "I'm not many people."Faint, the sound of bells heard. Far. Repeated. But not from anywhere that can be seen by the eye. "You hear that?" Leon asked. "Voice illusion," Vireon answered shortly. "The first test. Don't be tempted to pursue the direction of the sound."Leon turned quickly. On the left side, as if the shadow passed. Like a woman with loose hair ... staring at her. "

The roar of energy shakes the air. Leon's aura is now wrapping his body like a living layer of black-purple fire. His eyes were bright red. His breathing was heavy, deep, and rhythmic. His body adapted quickly, as if every sigh of breath was integrated with the strength of the ancestral heritage that now exploded out of him. The two remaining hunters exchanged glances. They are no longer rash. "He began to blend," whispered one of them. "It can't be left. Call a curse level three."One of the hunters lifts his middle finger to the sky. Blood drips from the palm of the hand and forms a circular symbol in the air. Suddenly the ground trembled, and from the gaps of the stone, the scaly black hands appeared that stuck wildly, gripping whatever they achieved. Leon was grinning. "Do you think I'm afraid of lonely mubs like that?"But Vireon shouted, "Don't underestimate it! It's a summons from the darkness of the darkness! If your body is touched, your soul energy can be snatched away!"

The roar of energy shakes the air. Leon's aura is now wrapping his body like a living layer of black-purple fire. His eyes were bright red. His breathing was heavy, deep, and rhythmic. His body adapted quickly, as if every sigh of breath was integrated with the strength of the ancestral heritage that now exploded out of him. The two remaining hunters exchanged glances. They are no longer rash. "He began to blend," whispered one of them. "It can't be left. Call a curse level three."One of the hunters lifts his middle finger to the sky. Blood drips from the palm of the hand and forms a circular symbol in the air. Suddenly the ground trembled, and from the gaps of the stone, the scaly black hands appeared that stuck wildly, gripping whatever they achieved. Leon was grinning. "Do you think I'm afraid of lonely mubs like that?"But Vireon shouted, "Don't underestimate it! It's a summons from the darkness of the darkness! If your body is touched, your soul energy can be snatched away!"