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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 · Fantasia
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Chapter 84: Inconceivable

The dawn greeted Green Harbor, banishing the obscurity of the night with the relentless rise of the Red Sun.

Jorael and Thomas had spent the latter part of the night ascending to the upper floor of the Temple, settling on a central terrace behind the grand statue of Kalipso. From here, they could survey the entrance.

"Yawn... They certainly aren't rushing..." remarked the Grand Inquisitor, punctuating his statement with a yawn.

"They haven't arrived yet. They departed Southum after us..." Jorael noted, still under the cloak of invisibility.

"Are you alright maintaining that spell for so long?" Thomas inquired with concern.

"Somewhat... I still have more than half of my Magic reservoir." Jorael assured him confidently.

"Wow... that's remarkable! I heard that becoming a Sage is quite the challenge." Thomas exclaimed.