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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.

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Chapter 88: Black Out

"JORAEL OF THE REIGNIER CLAN, YOU ARE CURSED!

No…

It was the sole solution…

No…

The tempest…

NOOO!"

Jorael woke from his tormenting dreams, finding himself washed ashore under the burning Red Sun.

"Where... where am I?" He muttered, pushing himself up to survey his surroundings.

Just behind him, the wreckage of Armando's stolen ship was beached, in a woeful state.

Soon he spotted his travel companions unconscious on the shore.

"Thia! Kimora! Bromur!" Jorael's voice echoed as he moved towards them with concern.

The three were scattered on the sand, their clothes tattered and bearing minor injuries.

"Thia, are you okay?

Was I able to heal you?" He inquired, lifting her face gently.

"Jo… where are we..." Cyn'Thia mumbled, her eyes fluttering open.

"I'm relieved you're okay..." Jorael's words softened as he enveloped her in a surprise hug.

"Oh… I'm safe too?" The Elf blushed faintly.