A thin grey light seeped into the shelter, touching the cracked walls and the dusty ground. The air was cold, still, untouched by the sun. Talon’s temporal body brightened gradually, like a lamp warming into shape. Talon adjusted the thin band on his wrist. The watch hummed softly, its screen pulsing with dim blue light. The Echo’s earlier words still rang in his mind as the sand shifted around his feet. The watch was more than a tool. It was a stabilizer. A lifeline. Above him, the sky shimmered with that strange pale glow unique to this early age of the world, too young, too raw. Talon lifted his wrist, the watch flickering again. ‹TEMPORAL CORE LINK: ACTIVE› Kah’rin stood at the entrance, arms folded, staring into the vast pale horizon as if measuring the world’s pulse. “We leave now,” he said, not looking back. Talon pushed himself upright. The watch on his wrist hummed. ‹TEMPORAL CONSTRUCT STABILITY: 71%› ‹EXTERNAL CONDITIONS: STABLE› He walked toward Kah’rin, sand crunchi

Ragon repeated the same actions without resting, firing arrow after arrow at incredible speed. His movements were, precise—each shot striking true. Pushing himself further, he summoned not just one, but four arrows simultaneously, releasing them in a single breath.Modrith stood frozen, his gaze sharpened trying to make sense of what he was seeing."What…? How does he have this much energy? He hasn’t even fully entered the star mage level yet!" he remarked, unable to comprehend what he was witnessing.As an experienced elf, Modrith knew the sheer energy required to form a single golden arrow, let alone four at once. For someone just beginning the cultivation of elven archery, this feat should have been impossible. And yet, here Ragon was—effortlessly conjuring arrows at a rapid pace without any visible signs of exhaustion.Ragon released the arrows, and they sliced through the air like streaks of lightning, covering the distance in mere seconds. Each one hit the center of its target

Ragon hadn’t expected his reputation to spread so far, reaching even the ears of Princess Lysara of the Vardos Continent. It wasn’t as though he sought such attention—his mind was too occupied with strengthening his kingdom to care about royal invitations, much less anything related to romance.He exhaled sharply and turned to the messenger, arms folded across his chest.“Tell me,” Ragon said, “what do you know about Princess Lysara?”The messenger straightened, still a little out of breath from his earlier sprint. “Your Majesty, I don’t know much, but I can tell you a few things. Princess Lysara is the fourth daughter of King Theodoros, ruler of the Vardos Continent.”Ragon nodded for him to continue.“She’s known for her intelligence and strategic talent. She studies every major shift happening in the continent—your kingdom included. Her advice to the king is so valuable that many believe she may one day become his heir, despite being fourth in line.”Ragon raised a brow. “Favored o

Ragon didn’t care who was watching as he lifted the heavy wooden log with one hand like it weighed nothing.Thera, standing nearby, felt her face go hot. She glanced around and froze everyone was looking. Rumors about her and the king had spread through Elenadrom like wildfire, and Ragon’s casual behavior only fed the gossip. Her secret admirers no longer approached; they treated her like “the king’s woman.” That stung. Seeing Ragon act so indifferent...like they were familiar in front of everyone made her blood boil.“Y-Your Majesty wasn’t talking to me!” she blurted, waving her hands awkwardly. Her grandfather watched from a short distance, eyes narrowed.Ragon didn’t notice the crowd. He rarely did. “What? Aren’t you embar” he started.Before he could finish, Thera lunged forward and clapped both hands over his mouth. The sudden force sent them both backward; the log toppled and hit the ground. Ragon’s head struck a rock with a dull thud.“Yuh!” The workers all gasped. Thera froze,

Ragon’s precise calculations had successfully turned the tide of the battle, intercepting most of the flaming boulders before they could reach the city. The explosions filled the sky with smoke and debris, but for now, Elenadrom remained safe.He let out a breath of relief—fewer damages meant fewer casualties. However, he knew that just defending wouldn't be enough. They needed to take control of the situation."Turn 45 degrees to your left!" Ragon shouted, his voice echoing across the walls as he continued directing the counterattacks. Despite their efforts, the enemy troops kept advancing, their large numbers forming neat rows stretching far into the distance.Suddenly, elves began landing gracefully on the walls, descending swiftly from the upper levels of the fortress. Their bows were drawn, and their sharp eyes scanned the battlefield with precision."Your Majesty, just give the command, and we’ll take them down," Modrith said, standing beside Ragon with confidence. The elves cou