Liam took a deep breath and reached inward, searching for that familiar energy within him. His power, though restrained in this life, was still there—just buried. He had to rember.
The runes on the walls pulsed brighter, reacting to his magic. The hound hesitated, its snarling growing more aggressive as if sensing the shift in the air.
A word surfaced in Liam’s mind, an incantation from a language he barely recognized. He didn’t fully understand its aning, but his instincts scread at him to say it.
He raised his hand and spoke the word aloud.
A shockwave of magic exploded from his palm, slamming into the Nightmare Hound and sending it skidding backward. The creature let out an anguished howl before vanishing into a swirl of dark mist.
Liam stood there, panting, staring at his hand.
That magic... it was unlike anything he had cast before in this life. It felt natural, effortless. It wasn’t just a spell—it was a mory resurfacing.
The Grand Wizard’s magic.
He clenched his fist, feeling a surge of exhilaration. This was it. This was what he needed.
But there was still more to rember.
Liam wiped the blood from his arm, ignoring the sting, and pressed forward.
The deeper he ventured into the dungeon, the more familiar it beca. He saw remnants of old battles—scorch marks from spells, shattered weapons, skeletal remains of fallen creatures.
Then, he reached the heart of the dungeon.
A massive chamber stretched before him, its center occupied by an ancient stone altar. Runes covered the surface, glowing with a golden light.
And at its base, an inscription written in the sa language he had spoken earlier.
He stepped closer, his breath hitching as he read the words aloud.
"Only those who rember may reclaim their power."
A challenge. A test.
Liam hesitated only for a mont before kneeling before the altar. If this was what it took to regain his past self, to understand what had happened to the Grand Wizard—he would face it.
The mont his hand touched the stone, another surge of pain wracked his skull. But this ti, he welcod it.
Flashes of mories flooded his mind—spells he had forgotten, battles he had fought, faces he had known. His past life wasn’t just so distant dream anymore—it was real.
And he was going to reclaim it.
As the visions slowed, Liam opened his eyes, his breath steady. He could feel it now. The power that had once been his, the strength that had been lost. It wasn’t fully there yet, but he had taken the first step.
And when he got out of this dungeon, he was going to make Victor pay for throwing him in here.
But for now, he would focus.
Because the next ti he faced the demons, he wouldn’t be fighting as just Liam.
He would be fighting as the Grand Wizard.
And this ti, he would win.
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Asger thrashed in Victor’s grip, his claws scraping against the air in frustration. His draconic eyes burned with anger as he struggled, but Victor’s hold remained firm, unyielding.
"Let go, Human!"
Asger snarled, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder.
"Send back to Liam! He’s in that dungeon alone—you can’t just leave him there!"
Victor didn’t even spare him a glance as he kept walking.
"Be quiet, dragon. We no longer have the luxury to sit around and wait for the end."
Those words sent a chill through Asger. There was sothing in Victor’s tone—an urgency, a weight of knowledge that Asger wasn’t privy to.
He wanted to keep struggling, to demand answers, but sothing in Victor’s presence made him hesitate.
Footsteps approached from ahead, and soon, Elder Erin ca into view, his expression calm but his eyes sharp. He walked with purpose, his robes billowing slightly from his movent.
"Victor. How are the preparations going?"
Elder Erin greeted, his tone even.
Victor finally slowed, exhaling deeply.
"They’re going fine. I’m doing what I can to prepare."
He replied, his grip on Asger tightening slightly.
Elder Erin studied him for a mont before nodding.
"That’s good. We need every advantage we can get. And what about him?"
His gaze shifted to Asger, who was still fuming.
Victor smirked.
"He’ll be useful when the ti cos. For now, I’m keeping him out of trouble."
Asger growled but said nothing.
The tension in the air eased slightly, and Elder Erin let out a sigh, glancing at the gathered individuals who had begun discussing plans for what was to co next. The realization of war had settled upon them all.
"I’ll be taking so of the kids to train personally. We need to make sure they can at least hold their ground when the ti cos."
Elder Erin announced.
Victor nodded approvingly.
"That’s a good idea. The students who experienced the dungeon incident are already shaken—they need guidance, structure. anwhile, I’ll take care of any demon sightings that happen. We can’t afford to let them spread unchecked."
The conversation continued, plans forming rapidly as the weight of responsibility bore down on them all.
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anwhile, elsewhere in the city, Bianca was walking back ho when a strange sensation made her stop in her tracks.
A chill ran down her spine as she turned her head toward a dark alleyway.
There, at the edge of her vision, she noticed sothing unnatural—a thin, jagged fissure in the very air itself. It pulsed with a faint, eerie glow, almost as if it were breathing.
A rift.
Bianca’s brows furrowed. This wasn’t normal.
Cautiously, she stepped forward, keeping her senses sharp. The closer she got, the more she could feel it—a foreign, malevolent energy seeping through the crack in reality.
Then, she heard it.
A small, panicked whimper.
Bianca’s eyes widened, and without hesitation, she rushed into the alley.
The sight that greeted her made her blood boil.
A demon, its grotesque form looming in the shadows, had cornered a young orphan. The child was trembling, clutching a torn blanket as they cowered against the cold brick wall.
The demon grinned, its jagged teeth glinting under the dim light. Its elongated fingers twitched, eager to strike.
Bianca didn’t wait.
In a single motion, she summoned her magic, a brilliant wave of energy bursting forth as she lunged at the creature.
The demon snarled in surprise as Bianca’s attack slamd into it, sending it staggering backward.
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