Throne of Magical Arcana
"A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut." In this magic world, knowledge is power.
Holy Name
Editor: Henyee Translations
Inside 'Thunder Hell', in Fernando's secret chamber…
The amulet of life suddenly turned transparent and glowed, and a section of bloodstained intestines wriggled, split and grew.
It took an entire hour before the Lord of Storm became what he used to be like, and another two hours for him to return to the third level of legendary.
After putting on his usual blood-red magic robe and embedding a weird false eye to his left eye socket, Fernando finally turned on the node of 'Thunder Hell' that connected the outside world. It was not because he did not trust Douglas, Hathaway or Lucien, but because of the basic wariness of a legendary sorcerer who had lived a thousand years.
No more than half a minute after the node was opened, the transmission magic circles glowed, and Lucien arrived at 'Thunder Hell'.
"So soon?" Fernando laughed wickedly. "I thought that you were going to 'celebrate' with Natasha."