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Dark Descendant

In the Magic Realm, mana exists as the main component of life. Those born with it are called magic users and they are capable of controlling the godly power known as magic. For centuries, the human race has fought against the demons, a powerful and gruesome race that was born from the Dark Realm; and with the help of the gods, the human magic users were granted gifts known as skills that played a huge role in those wars against the demons. Ash was a product of the first war. And after being discovered as a half-demon, he is killed by a silver-haired mage who held the power of the sky in her hand. But thanks to a twist in fate, he is reincarnated as Arthur Bellrock, an orphaned weak magic user with a brilliant mind and the ability to use incantationless magic. With this second chance, he intends to break through the obstacles in this new life and acquire the power to even defy the gods in order to continue having these luxuries and possibly have his revenge someday. But power comes with a price…. PS: the cover is not mine

PhillipCarlos · Fantaisie
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Impressive

Reyna's eyes flashed open. The fall into the shadow realm was strong enough to almost kill her, activating her not-so-sufficient divine skill. If only it was the healing of an emitter specialized in healing. This immortality thing was annoying.

She hoisted herself, with her bottom still resting on the dry ground.

"I can't sense any mana. I guess this is the real deal," she said while scanning her surroundings. It was oddly quiet, and the toxic air she was taking in earlier was in abundance here.

Her lungs felt like they were on fire because of it.

The shadow realm was unlike any other place in the magic realm. It was a dimension of darkness that was born from the dark realm and the magic realm colliding.

It was a dangerous zone for humans and only demons and a specific category of beasts could survive in this lifeless dimension.

She coughed blood and covered her nose with the corner of her right arm.

'I need to get out of here.'