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Chapter 240: Blood Roses.
Unbeknownst to its leaders, Galecrest City, the jewel of Stormreach’s eastern border, had already fallen—not by sword or siege, but by something far more insidious.The Black Roses and Blood Letum—elite infiltration units of Lunaris—had slipped into the city like whispers in the wind.Over a thousand Lunarians now moved unnoticed through the streets, hiding in plain sight.Some donned the armor of city guards, having quietly knocked out or silenced their counterparts, storing their unconscious bodies in locked barracks and armories.Others posed as traveling merchants, innkeepers, or citizens, having assumed identities through swift, silent strikes and arcane concealment techniques.The real citizens were subdued without a sound, hidden within their own homes, bound and preserved under sleep-inducing spells.To all outsiders, nothing seemed amiss.Even Oasis, with his spiritual perception honed to frightening precision, had not noticed the infiltration at first—a testament to the perf
Chapter 239: Celestial Freeze.
As the morning sun birthed its golden light across the vast lands of Verdantia, the continent stirred with confusion and astonishment.Murmurs erupted like wildfire across cities, villages, and military camps—spreading tales of an impossibility that had become real.When most went to sleep, the world was untouched, but by dawn, a massive, gleaming ice wall had carved itself into the landscape, stretching skyward and glowing faintly with residual mana.The wall rose like a mythical monument, towering and immaculate, jagged with glacial edges that seemed sculpted by divine hands.It wasn’t just visible from Glacia; even those sailing along the west and east seas bordering Verdantia could see it.Merchant ships halted mid-voyage, sailors leaning over decks with wide eyes.Some clutched talismans to their chests in reverence or fear, mesmerized by what many were already calling a "Celestial Freeze."Down in Frostguard—the Kingdom just south of Glacia, nestled in frozen mountain ranges—fro
Chapter 238: Night of the Frostveil Light.
The night sky over Verdantia was vast, ink-dark, and filled with stars—until a sudden brilliance tore through the heavens like a second moon being born. The luminous wave from Amara Frostveil’s ancient formation pulsed outward, erupting from Glacia and soaring into the atmosphere like a pillar of divinity. The radiant beam shot up 50,000 meters into the sky before fracturing into arcs of crystalline light. That light swept across the continent in every direction—frost-hued, moonlit, and pure. For one breathless moment, the entirety of Verdantia was bathed in soft, silvery glow. The night turned into day. From the Shattered Isles to the Duskwither Mountains, to the western shores of Dreadmarsh, the light pierced clouds, danced over forests, and shimmered across rivers. Even in remote valleys and abandoned forts, the world paused. And then, in a slow blink, the light vanished—leaving only the distant shimmer of an enormous mountain of ice on the southeastern horizon. Spring
Chapter 237: Moonlight Technique: Glacia.
The battlefield fell eerily still as Amara Frostveil’s domain collapsed—not into dust, but into clarity.Unlike spatial domains that pulled the battlefield into pocket dimensions, Amara’s “Moonlight Domain” had fused with reality itself.Her frost did not conceal, it revealed.Everything that occurred within its shimmering boundary was visible to those outside.The beauty and brutality of her clash with Jovial had played out before the eyes of warriors, mages, and onlookers alike across Glacia's battlefield.Whispers erupted among the Verdantian forces, their awe barely contained.“Lady Amara’s domain… it collapsed.”“But did you see it? That… that was beautiful. Terrifying, but beautiful.”As the swirling frost finally settled and visibility returned to the battlefield, Amara’s body was already crumpled on the icy ground.Her silver lashes blinked slowly, fighting against the pull of unconsciousness.Her eyes fluttered open just enough to see the faint silhouette of Jovial in the dis
Chapter 236: Ice Palace - Eternal Blizzard!.
"Mmh… a talented one indeed. I guess not all these youngsters have been wasting their time after all," Jovial Shadowfen thought as he floated steadily forward, dark mana cloaking his body like a writhing storm.His every step toward Amara was deliberate, his eyes narrow with calculating interest.Amara stood poised atop a jagged slope of frost-covered terrain, her presence alone warping the atmosphere into an ethereal battlefield.Waves of intense frost mana radiated from her like a tide of winter itself—beautiful, deadly, ancient.Jovial’s advance slowed.The closer he got, the more fiercely the frost mana resisted him.It wasn't just cold—it was law, a concept made real, a manifestation of someone who had comprehended the Law of Frost.The black tendrils of his dark mana hissed as the frost mana ate into them like acid, tearing away pieces of the shroud shielding him."So this is the strength of someone who’s comprehended the Law of Frost," Jovial muttered aloud, narrowing his eyes.
Chapter 235: Ancestor- Jovial.
Just as the blazing Incineration Spear thundered toward him like a comet tearing through the sky, Varian clenched his jaw, his bloodied lips whispering desperately:"Dark Magic: Grave Eclipse Mantle."Darkness erupted.A vast shroud of void-black mana surged from Varian’s body, cascading upward like a rising eclipse.Shadows layered themselves over one another, forming an ethereal mantle that swallowed all surrounding light.It hovered like a living cloak—heavy, dense, and cold—glimmering faintly with violet runes etched by forbidden knowledge.As the Incineration Spear crashed down upon him, the mantle rippled violently, each ripple resonating with deep, ancient chants that sucked the heat from the air.The impact was earth-shattering—but the dark mantle held.The spear collided into the Grave Eclipse Mantle with a deafening roar, exploding into an inferno of fire and mana.For a moment, the darkness trembled under the weight of Draco’s spell, compressing inward like it would collaps
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