The Enchanter heard a soft moan echoing through the valley like ancient wind through hollow caves. It was the voice of the Genie Aura Mahat, carrying the weight of spiritual exhaustion.Those were the last words that spirits always uttered when they completed their tasks in the mortal world. The sound pierced the morning air like a blade cutting through silk."Finally, I have to leave without completing the contract!" His voice cracked with bitter resignation.His figure then vanished as a wide, golden flame spread out, enveloping his body in the wings of a magical phoenix with overwhelming power. The aura of Mahat, the level three spirit creature, faded like morning mist before the rising sun.But his shadow seemed to leave behind a smile, a smile of victory as he departed from this world before his contract with his master was complete. The expression lingered in the air like incense smoke in a temple.The Enchanter stared blankly, expressionless as carved stone, as the scorching go

The moon appeared round like a silver coin tossed by the gods. Although there was no halo, the cold moonlight reflected a silvery color on the snow covered Sommerish Mountains.The howling of wolves could be heard, adding to the eerie atmosphere like a chorus of the damned. At that moment, from the brightly lit cave, the scent of incense and frankincense wafted out.These were the magical aromas of a summoner, calling forth spirits! This was accompanied by the murmurs of people speaking in foreign tongues.Inside the bright cave that flickered with supernatural light. The illumination danced across the stone walls like living things.The dark robed wizard, dressed in a hood that hides his face like shadow given form, appears to be throwing pieces of an artifact. These were fragments of an angelic sword as a catalyst to summon a powerful hero's spirit!Each fragment struck the stone floor with notes that rang like celestial bells.All the summoning materials were prepared while he was

Then the Enchanter spoke again, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade through silk. He broke the silence between the two creatures, his voice now soft and persuasive."I am going to war! There will be many tasks that I will need your help to complete before I arrive on the battlefield!" said the Enchanter. His words carried the weight of destiny itself.Aura Mahat was immediately shocked, his ethereal form trembling like leaves in a hurricane. These were words he hated more than any curse or binding spell.War. The very concept brought back memories of countless conflicts that had stained his spirit with blood."What? War again?" His voice cracked with the memory of countless battles."I refuse!" Aura Mahat said firmly as he rejected the Enchanter's request outright. The defiance burned in his ancient heart like a flame that refused to be extinguished.Since the time of the kings of Mesopotamia long ago, Aura Mahat had been on the battlefield like a pawn in games played b

"But please don't become the little boy who tried to kill me that night!" said the Enchanter firmly with steel beneath silk."Why this form?" Aura Mahat was offended again, his pride flaring like a match struck in darkness. He was indeed a hot tempered type of genie."I feel that my appearance as a little boy is very helpful for my work as a spy!" Aura Mahat tried to argue with logic that seemed sound to his ancient mind.The Enchanter sneered with disdain that cut like a blade through the cold morning air. He said it was funny with laughter that mocked pretension."I'm worried that seeing you dressed as a boy from the Central Plains will suddenly make me go blind!" His voice dripped with sarcasm sharper than poison."I can't guarantee that I won't accidentally burn the boy who almost killed me in the past!" The Enchanter's eyes narrowed in disgust."I'll roast that boy with the Phoenix's golden flames!" The threat hung in the air like smoke from a funeral pyre.BLAM!Aura Mahat's fac

Morning had arrived with the song of distant birds echoing through misty valleys. And a new day was about to begin, painted in hues of gold and crimson across the eastern sky.In the capital city of the Vellennor Kingdom, a figure could be seen flying above the sky of Torredorm City. The creature's wings were very wide, spanning the breadth of eagles soaring over mountain peaks.Its appearance was terrifying as it dove into the atmosphere of the capital city of the Vellennor Kingdom. The morning sun caught the gleam of its dark feathers, casting ominous shadows across the cobblestone streets below.However, in every city across the Almaria Continent, magical arrays and formations are always in place to restrict flight activities. Ancient runes carved into stone towers hummed with protective energy, their power flowing like invisible rivers through the air.Especially in the area of Torredorm City, where the most powerful enchantments had been woven by generations of court wizards. Any