All Chapters of Ultimate Sorcerers: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Noble had been carrying a heavy weight on his shoulders ever since the untimely death of Elder Magnus. He had known Magnus for centuries, and his loss left a void that seemed impossible to fill. But what troubled him even more was the cloud of suspicion and secrecy that hung over the circumstances of Magnus’s demise.With a determined stride, Noble approached Constantine, his expression a mixture of concern and frustration. He needed answers, not just for himself but for the entire coven.“Constantine,” Noble began, his voice firm but laced with a hint of anxiety. “I must know the conclusion of the investigation into Magnus’s death. The longer we keep this shrouded in mystery, the more unrest it breeds among the members of our coven.”Constantine turned to face Noble, her expression guarded. She had expected questions and concerns to arise, and she was prepared to handle them with utmost care. “Noble, my dear friend,” she replied with a slight nod, “I assure you, we are doing everythi

General Dennis paced back and forth in his tent, frustration etched across his weathered face. Reports kept pouring in, each one more unsettling than the last.“General,” one of his senior officers, Captain Rowan, spoke up tentatively. “The men are growing restless. They’re terrified of falling ill, and morale is plummeting.”Dennis clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing. “I won’t tolerate cowardice,” he growled. “We are the king’s army, and we will not be defeated by some mysterious illness.”Rowan exchanged a nervous glance with another officer, Lieutenant Alden. “But, sir,” Alden began cautiously, “we still don’t know what’s causing it. Men are dying within days of falling ill, and there’s no sign of the enemy.”Dennis slammed his fist onto the table, rattling the maps and documents scattered across it. “That’s precisely what we need to find out,” he snapped. “I want a full investigation into the water supply, the food, and every other possible source of contamination.”Rowan nodded,

The night was a maelstrom of chaos and conflict as we, along with the determined villagers, launched our assault on King Crowell’s forces. The city streets reverberated with the clash of swords, the thunder of magical spells, and the cries of battle. I fought alongside Cain, our magic entwined in a deadly dance, as we pushed back the enemy forces.Amidst the chaos, I spotted a figure lunging toward Cain, sword raised high. Time seemed to slow as I stretched my hand out, desperation lending strength to my voice. “Stop!” I cried, and at that moment, lightning streaked across the sky, striking the assailant’s weapon. The blade shattered into pieces, leaving Cain unharmed. It was a reminder that my powers had been restored, and I marveled at the wonder of it all.General Dennis, the man responsible for orchestrating the oppression of this city, was captured by the spies that Cain had planted among his own ranks. His face was etched with disbelief as he found himself bound and surrounded b

As the sun began to set, Agnes and Baba Tunde sat by a crackling fire outside his humble abode. The flames danced merrily, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of burning herbs. Agnes looked expectantly at the wise witch doctor, eager to hear the tale of the first student he had taught magic.Baba Tunde chuckled softly, a glint of amusement in his eyes as he reminisced about the past. “Ah, the first student I ever taught magic was quite a character,” he began with a warm smile. “His name was Juma, and he was a young man with a mischievous spirit and boundless curiosity.”Agnes leaned in closer, intrigued to hear the story of Juma.“Juma was a quick learner, but he had a habit of getting himself into all sorts of amusing predicaments,” Baba Tunde continued. “One day, I was teaching him how to harness the power of the wind to levitate objects. He was so excited to try it out that he didn’t listen to my instructions properly.”Agnes couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of Juma

Baba Tunde gazed at Agnes with a warm smile, his eyes filled with wisdom that seemed to transcend time. He began to share with her the ancient proverbs about birds and freedom, their words floating in the air like a gentle breeze."Listen closely, Agnes," he said, his voice carrying the weight of ages. "In the realm of birds, there is profound wisdom.""A bird does not sing because it has an answer; it sings because it has a song," Baba Tunde began, his eyes twinkling with knowledge. "This proverb teaches us to embrace our unique gifts and talents, to express ourselves without fear, just as the birds sing their songs with joy."Agnes nodded, captivated by the simplicity and depth of the wisdom."And another saying goes, 'A bird in flight is a symbol of hope and possibility,'" Baba Tunde continued. "No matter how challenging life may be, there is always hope for a brighter future, just like a bird soaring through the skies, carried by the winds of possibility."Agnes felt a surge of ho