I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

"You won't succeed!" the black-robed leader roared furiously. He unleashed a powerful dark magic spell, causing the surrounding space to distort. Everyone felt their bodies grow unbearably heavy, their movements sluggish and strained. "This is gravity magic! Focus your energy to resist it!" Dean Bruce shouted to his team.

The team members quickly channeled their magic, attempting to counter the crushing effects of the spell.

At that moment, Dean Bruce remembered the artifact. Drawing it out, he activated its power. A surge of potent energy radiated from the artifact, partially neutralizing the oppressive gravity magic.

"Now's our chance! Attack!" Dean Bruce commanded.

Seizing the moment, the team unleashed a barrage of spells at the black-robed leader, their combined effort shattering his shield at last. The leader staggered under the assault, coughing up blood. Yet, the crazed glint in his eyes only intensified.

"You think this is enough to defeat me? You fools! I've yet to reveal my ultimate move!"

He reached into his robes and pulled out a black crystal orb, its ominous presence instantly chilling the air.

Dean Bruce's heart sank as he sensed the orb's overwhelming and malevolent power.

"Everyone, be careful! That crystal is dangerous!" he warned.

The black-robed leader raised the crystal orb above his head, chanting an incantation. The orb emitted a blinding black light, from which countless shadowy figures emerged, writhing and roaring as if alive.

As the incantation continued, the shadows surged toward the team, moving at terrifying speeds. Upon contact with their defensive spells, the shadows corroded them like acid, burning through their protections with ease.

"What are these things?!" a team member shouted in terror.

Dean Bruce's brows furrowed. He fired a spell at the shadows, but the magic seemed to vanish upon impact, leaving the shadows completely unharmed.

"Fall back! Keep your distance!" Dean Bruce ordered. The team began retreating, holding off the shadows as best they could.

"You can't escape!" the black-robed leader bellowed, laughing maniacally as he directed the shadowy figures to press the attack. Dean Bruce, watching the relentless approach of the shadows, felt a growing sense of urgency. He knew they needed to find a way to stop the leader—and fast.

As he glanced around the castle, his eyes landed on the ancient walls. Mounted along them were a series of old oil lamps, each inscribed with mystical runes. A spark of realization struck him—perhaps the lamps held a hidden power.

"Hold them off and protect yourselves! I'm going to check those oil lamps!" Dean Bruce shouted, dashing toward the nearest lamp.

As Dean Bruce approached the oil lamp, he sensed a faint energy emanating from the magical runes engraved upon it. This energy seemed to have a restraining effect on the shadows. He cast a spell to activate the runes, and instantly, the lamp ignited. A beam of white light shot forth, and wherever the light touched, the shadowy figures dissolved into nothingness.

"So that's it!" Dean Bruce exclaimed in delight. "Everyone, activate the lamps!"

The team immediately sprang into action, rushing toward the other oil lamps scattered around the castle. The black-robed leader's expression twisted in panic as he saw what was happening. "You will not ruin my plan!" he roared, attempting to intercept the team. But before he could act, Nozer Hawthorne cast a disruption spell, momentarily halting his movements.

Thanks to the team's efforts, one by one, the oil lamps flared to life. Their combined beams of white light intertwined, forming an enormous luminous web that enveloped the entire chamber and ensnared the shadows.

The shadows writhed and struggled within the light web, but their resistance was short-lived. Within moments, they dissipated completely.

Seeing his creations destroyed, the black-robed leader let out a furious roar. "You wretched fools! You'll pay for this!" In a fit of rage, he hurled the black crystal orb to the ground. The orb shattered with a deafening crack, unleashing an even more potent wave of dark energy that surged toward the group.

It like a tidal wave, obliterating everything in its path.

Dean Bruce immediately understood that this was the leader's final, desperate attack. "Everyone, channel all your magic! We can't let this force spread!" he shouted. The team quickly formed a circle, pooling their magic to create a massive protective barrier.

The dark energy crashed into the magical shield with a deafening roar, causing it to tremble violently. The force was so overwhelming it seemed as if the shield might shatter at any moment. Gritting his teeth, Dean Bruce poured all his remaining energy into the barrier. "We have to hold the line!" he urged, his voice strained with effort. The rest of the team followed suit, pushing themselves to their limits.

Just when it seemed like they were on the verge of collapse, the artifact in Dean Bruce's hand emitted a blinding light. The radiant energy fused with the barrier, fortifying it with newfound strength.

With the artifact's aid, the barrier held firm against the wave of dark energy. Slowly but surely, the attack began to dissipate, its immense power finally neutralized. The black-robed leader stared in disbelief, his eyes filled with despair as his ultimate attack failed. Defeat was written all over his face.

"You think it's over?" the black-robed leader spat venomously, his expression twisted with malice. He began to chant, preparing to unleash a self-destructive spell to take everyone down with him. Dean Bruce instantly recognized his intention. "We can't let him succeed!" he shouted. Gripping the artifact tightly, he charged straight toward the leader. In the instant he got close, Dean Bruce activated the artifact's full power. A brilliant beam of light erupted from it, engulfing the black-robed leader completely.

"No…!" the leader roared in defiance, his voice filled with fury and unwillingness as his body began to disintegrate. Moments later, he dissolved into nothingness.

With the leader's demise, the oppressive dark magic within the castle began to fade. The eerie atmosphere lifted, and the surroundings gradually returned to normal. Dean Bruce let out a sigh of relief and hurried over to Nozer Hawthorne's magical cage. Casting a spell, he broke the bars, releasing the vice president.

"Vice President, are you all right?" Dean Bruce asked. Nozer managed a weak smile. "Thanks to you and your team, I'm fine. But this was far too close. I never expected their scheme to be this far-reaching."

Dean Bruce nodded solemnly. "Indeed. But we're not out of danger yet. We need to find a way to reseal this dark magic source."

The team searched the castle and eventually found some ancient documents detailing the method for sealing the dark magic source. According to the instructions, specific magical artifacts needed to be placed at the four corners of the castle, followed by the casting of a complex sealing spell. Dean Bruce and his team set to work, scouring the castle for the required artifacts. After an exhausting search, they finally gathered everything they needed.

Following the instructions, they placed the magical artifacts in the designated corners of the castle. Then, combining their powers, they performed the intricate sealing spell. A radiant light enveloped the dark magic source, growing brighter and brighter until the source was completely sealed away.

"Finally… it's done," Dean Bruce said, wiping sweat from his brow. Nozer Hawthorne looked at him with genuine gratitude. "Dean, I can't thank you enough. If it weren't for you, the consequences would have been unimaginable. I owe you a great debt." Dean Bruce gave a modest smile. "You're too kind, Vice President. It's what we're here to do. But we're not finished yet. We still need to uncover the true power behind these black-robed figures."

Just then, a team member ran up to them. "Lord Dean, we found strange footprints outside the castle. They're heading toward the Duchy of Tanya's border." Dean Bruce's expression hardened. "It seems some of them managed to escape. Let's move. We're not letting them get away!"

They left the castle, following the direction of the footprints.

As they tracked the trail, Dean Bruce's mind was filled with questions. Who were these black-robed figures?

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Although the crisis in the Duchy of Tanya had been temporarily resolved, Dean Bruce knew this was just the beginning. A larger, more sinister conspiracy likely lay ahead.

When they reached the border, the footprints abruptly vanished. The area was eerily quiet, as if nothing had happened. But Dean Bruce's instincts told him that such calm often masked an even greater storm.

"Stay alert—this could be a trap," Dean Bruce warned the team. They slowed their pace, carefully observing their surroundings.

Suddenly, a massive black rift appeared in the sky. An intense magical aura poured out from the rift, as if something terrifying was about to emerge. Dean Bruce's heart tightened. "Prepare for battle!"

The team immediately readied themselves. None of them knew what kind of enemy they would face this time.

From the black rift, a colossal black claw slowly extended, its surface covered with jagged bone spines radiating a chilling aura of magic.

Then, a massive black figure began to force its way through the rift—a dark beast, towering like a mountain, its immense body radiating overwhelming darkness.

As soon as the dark beast emerged, it let out a deafening roar. The roar reverberated through the air like a tangible shockwave, rushing toward the group with destructive force. "Raise your shields! Block the soundwave attack!" Dean Bruce shouted. The team quickly cast defensive spells, forming magical shields around themselves. Despite their efforts, several team members were still struck by the force of the soundwave, coughing up blood and suffering serious injuries.

"This creature is too powerful! We need to find its weakness!" Dean Bruce said, his eyes locked on the dark beast, analyzing its movements for a potential vulnerability.

He noticed that the magical fluctuations around the beast's eyes were peculiar—perhaps its eyes were its weak spot.

"Focus your attacks on its eyes!" Dean Bruce commanded. The team followed his lead, launching powerful spells aimed directly at the dark beast's glowing eyes. Sensing the danger, the beast swung its massive claw down toward the group in retaliation.

"Scatter!" Dean Bruce shouted. The team quickly dispersed, dodging the incoming attack.

The dark beast's claw slammed into the ground with a thunderous crash, kicking up a cloud of dust and leaving a massive crater in its wake.

Taking advantage of the brief moment when the beast was recovering from its strike, the team launched another coordinated assault. This time, their attacks struck true, hitting the dark beast directly in one of its eyes.

The beast roared in pain, its howl filled with rage. It began thrashing wildly, swinging its claws in every direction and throwing the surrounding area into complete chaos.