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The Last Blood Mage Wraiths
As they prepared to depart for the nearby village, Erik, Xander, and Atheria gathered their gear, their horses waiting patiently in the cool morning air. The mood was light, despite the gravity of their mission, their recent victory lending a sense of camaraderie to their group.Erik, always one to break any silence, swung onto his horse with an ease born of long practice. "You know," he began, guiding his horse to walk alongside Xander and Atheria, "there's this village not far from here. Lately, they've been seeing... well, let's just call it 'unusual activity' at night. Rumors say it's because of the magic corruption."Xander raised an eyebrow, adjusting his grip on the reins. "Unusual activity? That's putting it mildly, considering what we've been up against."Atheria chuckled, her gaze on the path ahead. "I suppose a floating rock might be just 'unusual' now."Erik laughed, nodding. "Exactly! But in all seriousness, this village has been good to the monastery. They supply us with
The Last Blood Mage The Most Insane Plan
The trio, following Erik's lead, navigated through the dimly lit paths that twisted away from the village, their steps muffled by the freshly fallen snow. The quaint, peaceful scenery belied the danger lurking just ahead. As they approached the outskirts, the silhouette of a snow-covered cemetery came into view, its gravestones jutting out like jagged teeth against the night sky.Xander couldn't help but roll his eyes at the sight. "A cemetery, really? Could this get any more cliché?" he muttered, the breath forming clouds in the cold air.Erik shot him a wry grin. "Well, if you were a sinister force corrupting the land, where else would you hang out? The local tavern?"They moved closer, finding cover behind a large, gnarled tree that offered a clear view of the cemetery's wrought-iron gates. It didn't take long for them to spot the wraiths, swirling about the gravestones, their forms more distinct against the snow's purity.As they watched, Xander's keen eyes caught sight of somethi
The Last Blood Mage Calm Before The Big Storm Part One
As Erik and Atheria stood rooted to the spot, their gaze fixed on the spot where Xander had vanished over the edge, the air around them shifted ominously. The sudden, chilling presence of wraiths materializing behind them snapped their attention back to the immediate danger."Get ready," Atheria said, her voice low and steady as she turned to face the new threat, an arrow already notched to her bow.Erik, with a swift motion, prepared another spell, his hands glowing faintly with the promise of combat. "I was hoping for a bit of a breather, but guess not," he quipped, trying to lighten the tension.But before they could engage, something unexpected happened. The wraiths, their forms previously so menacing and focused, began to flicker and fade, like shadows at dawn. Within moments, the cemetery was quiet once more, the threat seemingly evaporated into the night.Erik lowered his hands, the glow fading as he looked around in bewilderment. "Well, that was anticlimactic. Did they forget
The Last Blood Mage Calm Before The Big Storm Part Two
Just as she was about to leave, Xander's voice stopped Atheria in her tracks. "Hey, Atheria," he began, a hint of confusion and curiosity in his tone. "What did Grandmaster Laylan mean by all that 'child of the dragon' talk? And why did he look at me like I'm supposed to know what he's on about?"Atheria paused at the doorway, her hand resting on the frame. She turned to face him, her expression carefully neutral. "Oh, you know the monks. Always talking in riddles and prophecies. It's probably just their way of saying you're special, which—let's face it—you are. But 'child of the dragon'? Sounds like something out of a bedtime story."Xander frowned, not entirely convinced. "It seemed like more than just fancy talk. There was something in his eyes... like he was trying to tell me something important."Atheria crossed the room again, sitting on the edge of the bed, her demeanor casual but her mind racing. How could she explain without revealing the truth she promised to keep? "Look,
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
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