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A surge of magical energy coursed through him, a roaring torrent that found its way into his palm as he voiced his incantation with unrestrained determination: "Firebolt!" A luminescent heptagram materialized from his outstretched hand, hovering before him, gathering the surrounding energy to manifest a grand sphere of roaring flames. It hummed with potential, awaiting his command to assault the malevolent creature looming before him. The creature, a beast with wolf-like features, bore menacing red eyes that once struck terror into his heart. But with the awakening of his magic, fear was a forgotten shadow. Without hesitation, he released the fiery sphere towards the beast. A brilliant explosion enveloped the monstrosity, scorching its onyx fur and searing its flesh with unbearable agony. A triumphant smirk tugged at his lips, a single breath of relief escaping as the imminent danger faded away. As the creature succumbed to its fiery demise, he reveled in his newfound power, a declaration of victory escaping his lips: "I did it! I have become... a Sage!" ____________________________________________________ WARNING: If you cannot stand dark stuff like rape, murder, gore, etc, my work is not for you. Ordinary man MC Isekai-ed in a world full of conflicts, but most of all, he needs to resolve his inner-conflict. Weak to strong. As a first-time writer, worldbuilding is my forte. The writing and English grammar need to be improved... and I'm continually learning. My chapters are usually longer than the standard on WN, 3-4k words instead of 1.5k words. I manage(d) to publish twice weekly, but by the length of my chapters, it's basically the same amount of content you'll get with daily chapters of 1.5k words. Chapter updates when I have the time, unfortunately. If you wish to directly support me, you can send DOGE to this address: DPy7f5UxEEvty424M7KxfEhGA3dECtQcn8 Cover art is MINE.

Tengu_San · Fantasía
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Chapter 91: The Mad King

All those present suddenly ceased their conversation to listen to the soft voice of the pale-skinned Elf with raven-black hair.

Her sorrowful song left them all captivated, and they remained silent until she concluded.

"Marvelous.

Elves truly are the greatest creators." Olderico remarked, enraptured by the Elven melody.

"I... remember this song.

My father used to sing it to me..." Cyn'Thia reminisced a memory from long ago.

However, Fys'Thil, having concluded her song, appeared to be weeping.

"It's alright... you did well...

He cannot hear us here..." Van'Aryon consoled his wife in a whisper, although his own discomfort was palpable.

Fys'Thil wept more vehemently, bowing her head.

As the crowd watched the couple in confusion, Jorael approached and asked gently:

"Is there an issue I may assist with?"

Van'Aryon looked into Jorael's eyes slowly, fear seemingly gripping him as he responded: