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The Last Blood Mage Calm Before The Big Storm Part Three
Erik entered the monastery's library, a vast room lined with shelves that reached towards the high, arched ceiling, each filled with ancient texts and scrolls. The musty scent of old paper and the silence of the room enveloped him as he began his search for information on the Drakon Bloom."Alright, where are you, you elusive little bastard?" Erik muttered to himself, scanning the titles of the books for anything that might relate to the mysterious flower. His fingers trailed over the leather-bound spines, pausing now and then to pull a volume from the shelf and flip through its pages.After several minutes of fruitless searching, Erik's frustration grew. "Damn it, there's got to be something here about that flower. Maybe something on dragon lore or mythical plants?" he grumbled, more to himself than anyone else.It was then that the old monk who served as the librarian, Brother Thomas, shuffled over, his robes whispering against the stone floor. With a knowing smile creased into his
The Last Blood Mage Hiding The Truth
As Erik hurried through the monastery's corridors, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts about the Drakon Bloom and its connection to Xander. He was so preoccupied with his discovery and intent on seeking Grandmaster Laylan's counsel that he nearly collided with Atheria, who was coming around a corner."Whoa, Atheria! Sorry, I didn't see you there. I was just on my way to find Laylan," Erik exclaimed, catching himself just in time.Atheria raised an eyebrow, noting the urgency in his demeanor. "What's the rush? You look like you've just seen a ghost. Or, knowing you, stumbled upon a secret chamber or something."Erik, still catching his breath, launched into the tale. "You won't believe what happened. I was in the garden, watering the plants—yes, at night, don't ask—and Xander came out, probably couldn't sleep. He saw this weird flower, a Drakon Bloom, took a bite out of it because I joked it was sweet, and then he started coughing like mad."Atheria's confusion was evident. "Drakon Bl
The Last Blood Mage King Valor, The Tyrant
In the heart of Drakonia, amidst the towering spires and imposing architecture of the royal court, the atmosphere was charged with tension and fear. At the center of this storm of unease stood King Valor, a figure of imposing stature with a muscular build that spoke of decades of warfare and conquest. His gray hair, once a symbol of wisdom and nobility, now seemed to enhance his intimidating presence, while a prominent scar across his face served as a constant reminder of his ruthlessness in battle.The courtyard of Drakonia was abuzz with activity, though not of the kind that brought joy or celebration. Instead, the people, under the watchful eyes and cruel whips of King Valor's soldiers, were engaged in a laborious task: erecting a giant golden statue of the king himself. The murmurs of discontent and exhaustion among the crowd were barely audible over the clanking of chains and the creaking of ropes as the statue was slowly pulled into place."Must we bear this humiliation?" whispe
The Last Blood Mage Immortality
Beneath the opulent tyranny of King Valor's court, hidden from the eyes of the common folk and even the most loyal of his soldiers, lay a secret that whispered of darker ambitions. Deep underground, in a workshop veiled in shadow and secrecy, the mages of Drakonia toiled away, their focus centered on a sight both magnificent and macabre—a giant corpse of a dragon, its once-majestic wings now lifeless and spread across the cold stone floor.The air was thick with the scent of magic and decay, as the mages, under the direct command of King Valor, worked feverishly to extract the latent powers within the dragon's remains. The room buzzed with arcane energy, the hum of spells and incantations merging with the low murmur of the mages' voices."Are we close?" hissed a mage, his hands glowing with a pale light as they hovered over the dragon's heart. "The king grows impatient for results."His colleague, a woman with eyes that burned with a mix of fear and determination, nodded. "Yes, the ex
The Last Blood Mage A King Defeated By His Family
Deep within the bowels of the castle, far removed from the grandeur of the throne room and the opulence of the royal chambers, lay the dark dungeons of Drakonia. Here, in a damp, shadowy cell, a woman sat in chains, her presence a stark contrast to the cruelty and corruption that permeated the rest of the kingdom. Her cell was illuminated only by the faint glow of a torch as King Valor made his way down the stone corridor, his footsteps echoing ominously."Ah, my dear sister," Valor greeted her with a sneer as he stood at the entrance of the cell, his voice dripping with mockery. "How do you find your accommodations? Not quite the luxury you're accustomed to, I imagine."The woman, though bound and weary, remained composed, her gaze steady and unwavering. "Your golden statue will not protect you, Valor. Your rule is built on fear and oppression. It will come to an end, sooner than you think."Valor laughed, the sound hollow and cruel. "You, a blood mage, think to threaten me? Even the
The Last Blood Mage Root cause of the corruption
Meanwhile, in the silence of his quarters, Xander sat bolt upright in his bed, a sheen of sweat covering his brow, his breathing heavy and erratic. The darkness of the monk's quarters seemed to press in on him, the echoes of his dream still vivid in his mind. It was then that Erik and Atheria, having noticed the light under his door, walked into the room, concern etched on their faces."Erik, Atheria," Xander gasped, trying to regain his composure. "I... I had a dream. It was so vivid, so real."Atheria moved closer, her brow furrowed in worry. "You're sweating buckets. What did you dream about?"Leaning against the doorframe, Erik added, "Yeah, mate, you look like you've just run a marathon. Must have been some dream."Xander wiped his forehead, the images from his dream still swirling in his head. "It was more like a nightmare. I saw a giant golden statue, towering over a crowd of people. There was... there was so much tension, fear. The statue was about to fall, and everyone was pa
The Last Blood Mage Erik's Future Plans
As the trio reached the outskirts of the monastery, preparing to venture towards the source of the corruption, Erik, with his usual blend of humor and practicality, suggested a recon mission."Maybe we three should scout ahead before we bring the whole monk brigade," Erik joked, casting a sideways glance at Xander and Atheria. "No offense to our robed friends, but I'm not sure they're cut out for dragon corpse duty. Plus, it's not exactly a field trip."Laylan, who had joined them to provide final instructions, nodded in agreement. "Erik has a point. It's wise to assess the situation first. And Erik, you're familiar with the forest, aren't you?"Erik shrugged, a half-smile on his face. "Familiar enough to know it's not exactly a stroll through the park even on a good day. But yeah, I know the way."Laylan's expression grew serious, his eyes reflecting the gravity of their task. "Be cautious. The corruption from the dragon's corpse may have... unintended side effects. The forest could
The Last Blood Mage Living like a dragon
Several hours had passed since their conversation about Erik joining them on their journey, the landscape gradually shifting as they approached a vast, frozen lake. The air grew colder, the chill biting through their cloaks. Erik, scanning the area with a practiced eye, suggested they make camp. "This looks like a good spot," Erik announced, gesturing towards a clearing near the frozen lake. "We should rest here for the night. The lake will provide us with fresh water, and we can use the open space to our advantage should we need to defend ourselves." Xander and Atheria nodded in agreement, dismounting their horses and beginning to set up camp. Erik, taking a few steps away from the setup, concentrated for a moment before extending his hands. With a few whispered words, a spell ignited from his fingertips, creating a campfire that crackled to life, its warmth a welcome respite from the encroaching cold. "Show-off," Xander teased, but his tone was light, appreciative of the warmth Er
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