Sam and Lyra approached the outskirts of the Moonflower Village. They were greeted by the sounds of residents' activity. The atmosphere in the main field was chaotic and messy, remnants of the grand feast that had taken place the night before scattered across the ground. Empty plates and cups lay strewn about, and some villagers were still asleep, exhausted from the festivities.Lyra wrinkled her nose as she surveyed the scene. "Looks like the villagers had quite the celebration last night," she remarked.Sam chuckled as he took in the scene. "Seems like they really know how to throw a party around here," he said, a teasing grin playing on his lips.Lyra shot him a playful glare before turning her attention back to the chaotic scene before them. "It's a bit messy though, don't you think?" she said, gesturing to the scattered debris littering the field."Yeah, looks like they had a bit too much fun last night," he said with a laugh.They made their way through the field and passed vill
Sam and Lyra descended into the valley towards the Great Magic Capital, their anticipation grew with each step. The air was filled with a sense of excitement and possibility as they approached the great city."What's the name of the city?" Sam asked, his eyes scanning the horizon for the fastest route.Lyra smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's called Archmagia," she replied. "It's said to be one of the most magical cities in the world, filled with wonders beyond imagination.""Have you ever been to Archmagia before?" Sam asked, turning to look at Lyra.Lyra shook her head, a wistful expression crossing her face. "No, I've never been," she said. "I've rarely left Rivenburgs since I hit puberty. The farthest I ever went was to Thaumapolis, and that was before my teenage years."Sam nodded understandingly. He knew that Lyra had spent much of her life in Rivenburgs, honing her magical abilities and secluded by his family for an arranged marriage. It was a rare treat for her t
The morning sun peeked through the edges of the tent, casting a warm glow on Sam's face as he nudged Lyra awake. "Come on, Lyra. Wake up and dress up. Archmagia is only a few steps away," he urged, his voice filled with excitement for the journey ahead.But instead of springing up eagerly, Lyra remained hidden beneath the blanket. "That's unfair!" she exclaimed, looking away from Sam.Her sulking was a cute sight for Sam. Sam couldn't help but chuckle at her pouting. Her soft and tempting shoulder beckoned to him, tempting him to forget about their plans and indulge in another passionate moment together. But he knew they needed to get started soon. "Come on, Lyra," he coaxed, pulling the blanket away gently."You dodged my question," she accused as she held the blanket.Sam sighed, his patience wearing thin. "No, I did not. I have made it clear. And we have tested it too. You can't keep up with my heat," he replied, his tone firm but tinged with a hint of annoyance.Lyra pulled the bl
Sam and Lyra wandered the bustling streets of Archmagia. The memory of their encounter with the giant snake and infernal daemons still lingered in Sam’s mind.The giant snake they defeated in the forbidden forest did have traces of stolen spell energy in it. The daemons seem to have come along with the snakes as they also have some traces.But it all ends there. Sam doesn't get any further clues about who is behind the giant snake or infernal daemon that took over the ley line vortex at the springs.So, after a chase that didn't produce any clear clues, Sam wanted to focus more on looking for thieves in this capital city.Sam's frustration grew as they explored the capital city, hoping to find some trace of the stolen magic. Unlike Thaumapolis, where the sensation of stole magic energy trace was overwhelming, Archmagia seemed devoid of any such energy. Sam scanned the streets, his senses alert for any sign of the stolen spells, but found nothing.The main street stretched wide before
The next day, Sam and Lyra strolled through the narrow streets surrounding their inn. They stumbled upon a peculiar building that caught Sam's attention.It seemed to defy categorization. it wasn't quite a shop, nor was it an atelier. With its ornate decorations and colorful energy trails wafting from its windows and door, it exuded an air of mystery and intrigue."What do you think this building is, Lyra?"Lyra shrugged, her curiosity piqued. "I'm not sure. It doesn't seem like any kind of establishment I've seen before.""Nagmora," Sam read aloud, squinting at the wooden plaque above the door. "Does 'Nagmora' mean anything to you?"Lyra shook her head. "No, it doesn't ring any bells. It could be the name of the building or the owner, though."Sam interest growing. "Do you want to check out what's inside?"Lyra hesitated for a moment, glancing at the commotion unfolding outside the building. A woman dashed out of the front door, her face contorted with fear, followed closely by a man
The tension in the room was palpable as Sam and Nagmora exchanged gazes. Sam's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—curiosity, skepticism, and a lingering sense of unease. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Nagmora than met the eye, and he needed to remain on guard, especially with his mind.Meanwhile, Lyra's excitement bubbled over, her eagerness to uncover the secrets of their future outweighing any reservations she may have had. She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, and posed her question to Nagmora.“So what kind of relationship divination can you give, Nagmora?”Nagmora's smile widened at Lyra's inquiry, her gaze fixed on the young couple with an almost hypnotic intensity. "Oh, I can see whether you two will run into trouble in the near future, so you can prepare yourselves," she replied, her tone dripping with mysterious allure. "Or, on the other hand, if you'll run into a delightful surprise."Lyra's heart skipped a beat at the thou
"That giant snake belongs to a witch," Nagmora stated matter-of-factly, her tone casual despite the gravity of her words.Sam's response was laced with sarcasm. "Oh, that's so useful," he remarked, his frustration evident.Nagmora chuckled, seemingly unfazed by Sam's word. "I'm not done. The witch is indeed in this city.”," she replied, said.Nagmora's revelation hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over Sam thoughts. Sam's frustration simmered beneath the surface, his irritation palpable as Nagmora is just smiling at him.Sam's patience wore thin as he demanded more information. "Where is this witch?" he pressed, his voice terse.Nagmora's response was frustratingly vague. "I don't know," she admitted with a shrug."Don't mess with me," Sam warned, his tone sharp with irritation.Nagmora merely laughed, her amusement evident. "Chill out, Sam," she replied, her tone teasing.Sam's threat hung in the air, his frustration boiling over. "I'll burn this place if you keep playing," he d
Sam squeezed through the crowd and his eyes caught onto the figure at the center of the commotion, Ladybloom herself. She sat alone amidst a throng of adoring men, her presence commanding attention like a beacon in the night.Ladybloom's beauty was a spectacle to behold, a mesmerizing vision that seemed to defy the limits of mortal allure. Her face was a canvas of perfection, sculpted by the hands of the divine to radiate an ethereal charm that drew the eyes of all who beheld her. Her features were delicate yet captivating, with high cheekbones and a full lip that lent an air of elegance to her countenance.But it was her striking long pink hair that truly set her apart, cascading down her back in waves of shimmering silk. The vibrant hue seemed to catch the light and dance with a life of its own, casting a rosy glow upon her porcelain skin. Each strand was like a spun golden thread, complementing her otherworldly beauty.And then there were her assets, curves that would make a goddes