The gates of Axrax opened as King Raynold, Lord Emanuel, Zussorender, the princes, the princess, the remaining generals, soldiers, wizards, and the warriors of the Light Army finally returned from war.The people of the kingdom flooded the streets, cheering and celebrating their return. Bells rang across the city towers while children ran beside the marching soldiers. Families cried with joy as they searched through the returning warriors, hoping to see the faces of their loved ones.As soon as the army entered the kingdom, the soldiers and wizards were dismissed and allowed to reunite with their families. But not every reunion was joyful.For the families whose sons would never return, a different ceremony was held.Under the fading evening sun, the ashes and bodies of the fallen soldiers and wizards were personally delivered to their families by King Raynold and his royal officials.One after another, grieving parents, wives, and children stepped forward.King Raynold bowed his head

Hawk continued, his voice steady but filled with awe:“As all the assassins fell to their knees, Omen ordered them to drop their weapons and reveal who had hired them to assassinate the Great King. Without hesitation, the assassins obeyed—every word, every movement, completely under her command. There was no stubbornness, no resistance. It was as if they were compelled by some force beyond their will. Everyone watching was stunned and confused.”He paused, letting the weight of that sink in.“Once the assassins revealed the names of the ministers who had ordered the Great King’s death, Omen made them confess why they sought to kill him. The ministers and assassins… none of them survived.”A hush fell over the group as Hawk continued:“After everything had settled, King Hope realized something unusual about his daughter. He called Omen to his private chambers to speak with her alone. He asked if she could really read minds. She confirmed that she could, but even King Hope struggled to b

MONTHS LATERPrincess Esther’s eyes suddenly opened. However, she was no longer inside the quiet hall of the Sa’ers. She was standing in the middle of a battlefield.Smoke filled the air. The ground trembled with the clash of weapons and magic. All around her, chaos raged.Esther saw herself standing among the warriors — leading the fight against the dark armies. She saw the princes and the princesses battling fiercely.Creatures and tribes from distant lands fought side by side with them. Arrows flew through the sky. Magic burst like lightning across the battlefield.Among the fighters was Zussorender, striking down enemies with terrifying precision. The shape-shifter moved through the battlefield like a shadow, transforming and attacking without mercy.Yet even with all their strength, the dark armies kept advancing.Then Esther saw it. A Demon. It towered above the battlefield, far larger than any human. Its body radiated terrifying power.At first glance, it looked similar to the D

NIGHTPrince Ramsay was fast asleep in his room when the head guard quietly entered, nudging him awake. “Your father wishes to see you in his chamber,” the guard said, and without waiting for a response, motioned for Ramsay to follow.Ramsay walked beside him through the dimly lit corridors, confusion knitting his brow. As they reached the grand chamber, the head guard paused at the door. “Wait here,” he instructed, closing it behind him.Pushing the door open, Ramsay stepped inside and froze. His father, King Raynold, stood by the bed alongside Zussorender and Hawk, their gazes fixed on someone lying on the bed. For a moment, Ramsay couldn’t identify who it was.“Father,” he called, his voice steady despite the unease tightening in his chest.The three men turned, and King Raynold gestured for him to come closer. Ramsay approached, and his eyes fell on the figure—Prince Noah, his baby brother, lying still upon the bed. “You called for me, father?” he asked cautiously.“Yes, son,” K

Two days had passed since Ramsay entered the dream world to save his brother, and he had not returned.The Great King had grown increasingly worried about his sons. Every passing hour deepened the weight in his heart. Though he tried to remain strong as a ruler, the fear of losing both his children haunted him.Most of his time was now spent inside his chamber. There, the bodies of his sons lay motionless, trapped between the waking world and the dream world.The Great King often stood beside them silently, watching over them and praying for their safe return.From time to time, Zussorender and Lord Emmanuel also came to check on them. They too shared the King’s concern.However, Lord Emmanuel had another worry as well. His daughter. Princess Esther.Each time he looked at her still body, he whispered quiet prayers, hoping she too would return safely from wherever her spirit had gone.Meanwhile, the other princes and princesses in the palace were far from pleased. None of them believed