NOTE: THEY'LL BE OTHER EROTIC SERIES AFTER THIS STORY, SO STAY TUNED FOR MORE. DON'T FORGET TO DROP A REVIEW ON THE BOOK. Unbeknownst to Olivia, Greg was receiving the same kind of dressing down from Morpheus from Olivia through their connection. In truth, Greg could feel a cold chill creeping down his back at just how close to disaster he'd come. If his mana pathways weren't tempered during his awakening, he probably would have dissolved his mana pathways with the desperate move he'd just taken. But while Greg was nervous about how close he'd come to disaster, the ire of both Morpheus and Olivia didn't move him at all. The two of them had made it clear, while they wouldn't be happy if she died or was crippled, they also weren't willing to move a finger to help his teacher. And in reality, that is all that it would take. With how powerful the two entities were, they could have easily dissolved what little remained of his teacher's mana pathways without expending any effort. And yet,

Alena's face remained calm even as she walked back toward her room. There was a lot on her mind, half of which she was trying to think through, and another half she didn't want to think about. Alena didn't think of herself as a particularly humble person. Unlike most prideful people out there, however, her pride didn't come about as a result of an overinflated sense of self. Rather, she had concrete achievements to back up her pride. She had been gifted with a rare mind that would relentlessly attack anything she set it to until she had either solved or overcome it. Despite all this, she'd be the first to confess that she had bitten off more than she could chew and in so doing, she'd almost been broken. At first, giving up control was the worst part of it. From being a seventh-tier mage that had absolute control over every aspect of her body, to a crippled mage that only had some small control of her body to having to give it all up. That was how low she had fallen. As a seventh-tier

The boy had argued that they couldn't kill the women just because it was convenient for them. That there had to be another way to cover up their trail. But unlike him, she had been in the world of mages long enough to fully understand how callously the powerful treated the lives of those weaker than them. She had no malice against the women when she suggested that they give them a quick end. Rather, it was her being merciful, cold, but merciful all the same. To Alena, it wasn't a question of if but when. People didn't get to the seventh tier by being the kind to give up easily. Whoever would be sent after them probably wouldn't stop until they had turned the whole town upside down chasing after every last clue to their existence and where they'd gone. If they didn't find anything the first time, they would go over everything a second and third time. Eventually, they'd figure out that all these women were pregnant by the same man, and that the father had gone missing without a trace. O

This is adept Jen, the most gifted diviner of our Church of the dawn, and my personal disciple." The corpulent man talking was a sixth-tier priest and the head priest of Ethavel's branch of the Church of Seraphia, a deity associated with light, especially the first light of the sun at dawn. The bright yellow of their clothes wasn't just a garish clothing choice on their part but what was prescribed by their faith. In lands where the church held more sway, it was forbidden to wear the color if you weren't one of its adherents. The bald heads of both men were also another part of their religion's requirement. No one outside of their religion could as yet work out how that association was made, but, to them, a bald head represented the rising of the sun. The Acolyte being spoken of was a fourth-tier priest of the same faith. As was common in most religions they substituted one's tier with a title for it. The fourth tier being introduced was an adept, while his sixth tier teacher was a b

To have all your power entirely dependent on some external entity was far too glaring a vulnerability as far as she was concerned. No amount of swearing up and down by the members of this school would ever make her willing to give up control of her fate in such a way. It was for this same reason that Calyn loved being a body-enhancing mage. She might not have as many direct spells as those from other schools, but all the power she needed was already in her body. She didn't have to rely on an external entity, or on how fast she could weave together magic. Her body was her weapon. Her strength and speed were things she could call on without having to worry if they would answer or not. "Are you willing to stake your student's life on that claim?" Mage Hira questioned, in a clearly disinterested tone. In a way, it was an unfair question. To do anything but agree to the question, would call into question the bishop's faith. By the same token, however, the man had been testing the blood m