The arcane insight skill then showed the stat of the flamboyant knight.[This is the stat of the subject in front of youName: Flamboyant Knight (?)Danger level: mediumSpeed: lowEndurance: lowMagic energy: 6300/6300 Equipment magic barrier: 10000/10000Magic affinity: windMagic weakness: fireKnown abilities: ????Stolen spell detected: 1 master level spell]As Sam delved into the stat revealed by his arcane insight, a sense of urgency washed over him. The flamboyant knight standing before him bore traits that hinted at a connection to the group that had stolen the old wizard's spell. Whether he was a member or merely in possession of one of their master-level spells remained unclear, shrouded in mystery that even the system couldn't unravel with arcane insight.With the knight's attributes laid bare before him, Sam weighed his options carefully. The knight's magic affinity and weakness played into his favor, yet the formidable equipment magic barrier posed a significant challeng
The weakness Sam found and also the big gap in this Aegis spell is that it was a directional spell. "System, does aegis only cover a certain direction?" Sam asked the system for confirmation.. "Indeed, unlike the magic barrier that cloaks the body with defensive magic, Aegis only cover a certain direction with limited scope." "Why didn't you tell me?" "I have told you that it was manifested as a shield. You don't know a shield? If it provided all-encompassing protection, I would say it was a sphere, just like the wind sphere skill," system said with a dry tone. System remark infuriated Sam. He was still trying to get used to it. " Alright then, our victory is certain. Rafael, circle him and attack from all directions." Rafael wasted no time in executing Sam's plan, circling the knight and launching attacks from every direction. With each strike, the knight struggled to defend himself, his Aegis spell proving ineffective against the onslaught from multiple angles. Despite his effor
As they walked amidst Thaumapolis' grandeur, the stark contrast between Sam's demeanor and Lyra's became glaringly apparent. Lyra, who had previously sulked during the horse ride, now appeared illuminated with eagerness, her eyes seemed to be fixated on a particular direction in the middle of this grand city. Yet, despite her newfound enthusiasm, she remained tethered to Sam's side for reasons unknown to him.Meanwhile, Sam, who had initially been eager to explore Thaumapolis, was now overwhelmed by the myriad traces of stolen spells he detected with his arcane insight. From the mundane items like tea kettles to the floating cases scholars used, even the golems patrolling the city bore the mark. It was maddening for Sam, like being trapped in a whirlwind of sensory overload.He couldn't help but wonder if this was akin to the experience of someone with ADHD, drowning in a deluge of stimuli. With a heavy heart, Sam deactivated his arcane insight, realizing its futility in the face of su
In the dimly lit inn room, the soft sound of Lyra's peaceful slumber filled the air. Sam lay on his bed, his mind buzzing with thoughts and plans. The revelation about the stolen spells embedded in the city's magical devices had ignited a determination within him. Just as Lyra had received the brooch from her brother, others must have acquired their magical artifacts from some source—a workshop, perhaps, or a clandestine dealer.With this in mind, Sam formulated a plan. He would venture out into the bustling streets of Thaumapolis and ask random people about the origins of these enchanted items, following any leads that emerged.Though it seemed like a crude and uncertain strategy, it was far better than sitting idle, lost in confusion. Sam understood that it might take quite some time to narrow it down, but he was driven by a relentless curiosity and a desire to unravel the mysteries surrounding the stolen spells.With a resolute determination, he resolved to take action and navigate
As Sam exited the shop, he found Lyra looking restless, searching for something. Their eyes met, and Lyra's expression was a mixture of concern and annoyance. "Where have you been? Why did you leave me without a word?" Lyra bombarded him with questions, her voice rising with each word. Sam scratched the back of his head sheepishly, trying to come up with a plausible excuse. "Ah, I, uh, just needed to run a quick errand," he stammered, hoping she wouldn't press further. Lyra folded her arms across her chest, her gaze piercing. "You could have at least told me. I woke up and you were gone. It's not safe for me to be wandering around alone in a city like this!" Sam winced at her reproach, realizing he had indeed been thoughtless in leaving without informing her. "I'm sorry, Lyra. I'll make sure to keep you informed next time," he promised, hoping to appease her. Lyra sighed, her frustration evident. "Just don't do it again, okay? Now, what did you buy from that shop?" Sam hesitated
Sam approached one of the guards stationed in front of the Flammenherz building, trying to maintain an air of confidence despite his nerves. "Excuse me, sir. Is this the Flammenherz building?" he inquired, hoping his ruse would go undetected. The armored guard regarded Sam with suspicion. "Yes," he responded, his tone tinged with confusion. "Are you lost? Who sent you?" Sam hesitated, momentarily thrown off guard by the guard's probing questions. "Me?" he stammered. "Have you just been transferred to Thaumapolis?" the guard pressed further, his skepticism evident. At a sudden stroke of realization, Sam understood the source of the guard's suspicion. He must have mistaken Sam for one of the Flammenherz officers due to the stolen uniform he was wearing. "Yes," Sam replied, forcing a strained smile. "I have an important message that I need to deliver to Ly—I mean, the prince." "Who sent the message?" the guard inquired, his scrutiny unwavering. "I'm afraid I can't tell you that, sir
Pressing Lyra against the wall, Sam felt the warmth of her body, her proximity sending a surge of heat coursing through him. Their breath mingled in the intimate space between them, a silent symphony of unspoken desires. With each fleeting moment, Sam's resolve wavered, his lips inching ever closer to Lyra's, drawn inexorably by the magnetic pull of their mutual attraction. And then, finally, their lips met in a soft, tender kiss, a cascade of sensations flooding through them both. Lyra's response was immediate, her body yielding to his touch as her hands roamed freely, exploring the contours of his chest with a newfound urgency. The heat of their passion intensified, their kisses deepening with each fleeting moment, lost in the intoxicating embrace of one another. Sam slipped his hand behind her back. Pulling her even closer and hugging her tightly. The sudden movement seemed to excite Lyra as she got even more passionate in her kiss, moving her lips on her own in harmony to Sam's
In the hushed atmosphere of the room, Sam and Lyra engaged in a silent battle of wills, their words laden with unspoken desires and tensions that crackled in the air between them. As Sam loomed above her, Lyra's breath hitched, her flustered facade melting away to reveal the raw intensity of her emotions.With a voice barely above a whisper, Lyra confessed, "I've already paid you in that alley."“So you do agree a kiss for payment.” Sam's gaze locked with hers, a smirk playing on his lips. "But, do you think one kiss is enough for all your expenses?""It's more than enough," Lyra asserted, her confidence palpable.Sam's response was firm, his tone unwavering. "Not quite, Princess, it's only enough for our trip here."Confusion flickered in Lyra's eyes as she questioned, "What do you mean?""It means you are still indebted to me for all our expenses here," Sam explained, his presence still looming above her, the tension thickening."How so? You are the one who kidnap me first.""And you
The battlefield lay in ruins, the scent of scorched earth heavy in the air. Samael hovered victorious, the infernal essence absorbed, the daemon hordes vanquished, and the rift dispersed. The cost of the battle was evident. The team emerged from their hiding place, their expressions a mix of awe and exhaustion."Is it over?" Ammy asked, her voice trembling with relief.“Yes, it's over, Ammy,” Kaelyn said.“Sam won,” Lyra said with a smile.After dealing with the rift, Samael turned their attention to the survivors. Using their enhanced void and dimensional powers, they created portals to transport the survivors to safety beyond the mountain range. The team's gratitude was palpable as they were whisked away from the hellish battlefield.Then, Samael redirected the flow of lava through dimensional gates, guiding it to safer locations and preventing further destruction."Look at that," said one barely conscious survivor, his eyes wide with admiration. "Just like … a god."As the last imme
The battle between Samael and Baelthrosk reached its climax, the air thick with the scent of sulfur and the echoes of their titanic clash. Samael, now the union of Sam, the System, and Rafael, moved with an unearthly grace and power. Their combined might was a force to be reckoned with, and they were ready to unleash the legendary spells that would tip the scales of this apocalyptic confrontation.With a roar, Samael called upon the first of the legendary spells to start this onslaught. “Primordial Symphony!” Their energy and power increased beyond comprehension. They flew up high and then raised their hands. They were so in sync that they were like in a trance, creating their own legendary spell on instinct.“Inferno of Creation!” A colossal pillar of flame erupted from the ground, its heat so intense it melted the surrounding rocks into rivers of lava. Even Baelthrosk's fire resistance was not enough; the infernal firestorm engulfed him, searing his flesh and making him bellow in ago
The air crackled with tension and energy as Samael hovered opposite of Baelthrosk, now transformed into a grotesque behemoth of infernal and demonic energy. The ground beneath their feet was a shattered wasteland, the remnants of the Promised Land. A chilling silence hung in the air, broken only by the distant cries of the wounded daemons horde and the rumble of thunder across the darkened sky.Aria, her power nearly spent, summoned the last remnants of her strength to conjure a gust of wind, lifting the countless unconscious survivors and carrying them away from the hellish battlefield. The others helped in any way they could. The team worked tirelessly to shepherd the survivors to safety, their eyes constantly flicking back to the impending clash between Samael and Baelthrosk. Each member of the team felt the weight of the moment."Let’s get them out of here, quickly!" Aria urged, her voice strained. "Sam can't be distracted!"The sky split open with a deafening crack of thunder as
All In“I don’t need those pitiful spells anyway!” Baelthrosk grumbled. Baelthrosk's body convulsing, healing, and closing the energy hole Samael had created in his vessel.Samael stood amidst the infernal battlefield, his aura pulsing with the reclaimed power of Friedo’s spells. He knew this was their only chance.“Harmonic Nexus!” Samael screamed. They began to absorb the infernal daemon essence around him, drawing it into his core. The daemons' bodies writhled, dissipated as their essence was being absorbed. The Hybirds lose their daemonic form, returning to their human form. They dropped unconsious from this process.The air vibrated with the sheer intensity of the energy being siphoned by Samael.“No!” Baelthrosk roared in fury, unwilling to let his power be stolen. "I won't let you!" he bellowed. With a forceful command, he ordered all the lesser infernal daemons to come and to fuse with him.The ground quaked as the daemons swarm were pulled towards Baelthrosk, their bodies mer
Baelthrosk's expression darkened as he saw his son defying him with a mere human. "You dare defy me, Rafael? You are nothing without me!" He raised his hand, summoning more daemon underlings to impede Rafael’s progress.The sky above was a tumultuous sea of crimson clouds, the air thick with the stench of sulfur and burning rock. Rivers of lava carved paths of destruction through the landscape, and the heat was almost unbearable.Yet, amidst this infernal chaos, Sam and Rafael stood their ground, their resolve unshaken.As the daemons charged, Rafael and Sam fought back with newfound fury. Each swing of their fists was infused with the desperation of survival and the burning desire for freedom. The Soul Reaver spell continued to siphon the essences of the infernals, their combined power growing with each defeated daemon.‘Keep pushing, Sam! We can do this!’ Rafael shouted, his voice a beacon of determination in the midst of the hellish battlefield.Sam responded with resolute defiance
Rafael RebellionRafael's struggle intensified, his roar of rage echoing through the volcanic landscape. "No! I will not be consumed by you!" he shouted, his voice filled with defiance.The ground beneath them continued to rumble, the volcanic activity reaching a fever pitch. The landscape continued to tremble under the weight of the infernal chaos Baelthrosk had unleashed.Amidst the fiery eruptions and rivers of molten lava, Rafael fought desperately against the pull of his father’s dark power. His essence was being drained, and he could feel his strength waning. But deep within him, a spark of rebellion ignited.In a last-ditch effort, Rafael focused all his willpower and took full control over Sam’s body, numbing and ignoring all the pain that coursed through it. ‘Sam, I need your strength,’ Rafael whispered within their shared mind. ‘Lend it to me… please.’‘Oh, now you are begging me?’ Sam retorted.‘Please. If not, you are also going to die from this extraction.’Sam sighed in
Infernal HomecomingBaelsthrosk's body seemed to grow, his form pulsing with infernal energy. He raised a hand, and the ground beneath them began to rumble. Cracks appeared in the stone, and a searing heat emanated from below."Behold my true power!" the Infernal Sovereign declared, his voice echoing through the land.The ground shook violently beneath their feet. The volcanic mountains surrounding the promised land began to erupt simultaneously, sending plumes of ash and molten rock into the sky."This is insane!" Lyra shouted over the deafening noise. "How are we supposed to fight in this?"The ground split open, revealing a chasm filled with molten lava. Flames erupted, and the air filled with the acrid smell of sulfur.Rafael, his eyes wide with excitement, yelled over the rumbling cacophony. "He's bringing our home to us!"Molten lava spewed from the peaks, cascading down the slopes in fiery torrents. The sky turned a deep crimson, and the air was filled with the acrid stench of
The attack only chipped the Archlord’s scales. He roared in anger, spinning around to face his elusive opponent. Sam focused on the amulet again, using a series of blinks to dodge the Archlord’s attacks, allowing him to maneuver around the battlefield with newfound agility. He could see the surprise and frustration growing in the Archlord's eyes."You dare use such tricks against me?" the Archlord bellowed, his voice echoing across the battlefield.Sam didn't answer. Instead, he created a series of voids that absorbed the Archlord’s thunderous attacks and let him move away freely.The other archmages, seeing Sam's sudden resurgence, found a glimmer of hope in their hearts. Aria, despite her exhaustion, cast spells to aid Sam, channeling her energy into various elemental bursts that disrupted enemy attacks.The battlefield was a chaotic maelstrom of dark energy and desperate valor. The Archlord, now fully aware of Sam's new abilities, snarled with rage. His eyes glowed with a sinister
The battlefield had descended into pure chaos. The newly transformed Daemonic Archlord, now brimming with infernal power, was an unstoppable force. His dark energy radiated from him like a suffocating shroud, casting an ominous pressure over the land.He charged toward Sam like a bolt. His fists were like hammers, pummeling Sam with a ferocity that left him gasping for breath and reeling from the impact.Sam tried to parry and dodge, but the Archlord’s reaction speed was beyond human. Every attack Sam attempted was effortlessly dodged by the Archlord's Vortex step, which allowed him to teleport short distances in an instant.With each of the Archlord's strikes, thunder sparked, and the air itself seemed to tremble in fear. Sam, despite his power and skills, found himself at the mercy of the Archlord’s relentless onslaught."You're only a weak human," the Archlord taunted, his voice a deep, rumbling growl. He delivered a crushing blow to Sam's ribs, sending him flying across the land.