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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
93 Chs

Chapter 69: Higher Plans

A few hours before Kimora and Drahnemys reunited with Bromur at Ercante's forge, the Dwarf and the Human blacksmiths were intent on shaping Behemoth's horn to their liking. The furnace fire was blazing brightly, and the anvil and hammer were at the ready and anxiously waiting for nothing but their harmonious tinkle to create a work of art worthy of the successors of Bramir, the legendary Dwarven blacksmith now gone missing.

"Ah! We have to raise the temperature of the fire!

May Flemest bestow His flame on us!" Bromur exclaimed excitedly as he set about blowing the bellows, to raise the flame in the furnace.

"Master Dwarf, it has been since the immemorial time that I have not heard of your God's name." Ercante said whilst smiling, as he held the raw material with tongs over the flame.

"Oh, from my father, I suppose..." the Dwarf whispered.

"Of course…

You don't often see your fellows in these parts after all." the old Human blacksmith replied.