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
When the door closed behind Sam, Ladybloom pulled Sam to sit with her on the bed. Ladybloom pulled Sam closer and the air between them crackled with an undeniable tension. Sam's heart raced as she removed his hooded cloak."You are so handsome," Ladybloom whispered, her voice like velvet against his ear.Sam forced himself to remain composed, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Despite the warning bells ringing in his head, he couldn't deny the intoxicating allure of Ladybloom's beauty. "And you are so beautiful," Sam said, avoiding her gaze. Those words were less of a reply and more of a warning to himself to be careful of this beautiful woman.Ladybloom's lips curled into a seductive smile as she leaned in closer, her fingers deftly unbuttoning Sam's suit. He couldn't help but feel a surge of desire at her touch, but he knew he had to stay focused. This woman was dangerous, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down.But as Ladybloom's hand slid across his broad chest, t
Sam's heart raced as he summoned a burst of flames, burning through the thick vines that coiled around him. Ladybloom recoiled in surprise, her eyes widening as the flames licked at her skin.Sam approached her, his gaze unwavering as he confronted her about the stolen spell. "Did you ever steal spells from a wizard?" he demanded, his voice firm and resolute.Ladybloom's expression shifted from shock to vengeful anger. The air crackled with tension as she stared daggers at Sam."So, you really did," Sam said, his tone tinged with disappointment. "I don't like hitting women. But I uphold equal rights and responsibilities. You need to pay for your crime."He gathered magic energy into his fist, the power crackling and sparking with raw intensity. Ladybloom's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing within them.Before Sam could make a move, the aura in the room suddenly shifted. A flood of magic energy surged from Ladybloom, filling the room with an oppressive force. Even her pink hair
“Lyra-“Sam call got cut short. Lyra shoot multiple arrow to him. He winced at the sting of each projectile hitting him. It wasn't pleasant, but he knew that Lyra's aim was true and that the arrows were meant to break him free from the coils of Ladybloom's vines."You could have been gentler," Sam protested, rubbing the spots where the arrows had struck him.Lyra's expression was fierce as she continued to unleash a volley of arrows in Sam's direction. "You told me to leave just to enjoy your time with another woman?"Sam winced again as another arrow found its mark. "Stop!" he pleaded."You wanted to find the next already?" Lyra's accusations rang out, her voice tinged with betrayal and anger."Aw! Ouch!" he exclaimed as yet another arrow hit him.Then the vines tried to catch him again. But he quickly avoided it. Sam took a step back and flew close to Lyra.“Don't come near me!” Lyra screamed."Let me explain!"Lyra aimed her fire arrow at Sam's face.“You know, fire won't work on m