Two nights after the meeting at Lunaris sect...Kingdom of ironclad - The hall of WarThe grand war hall of Ironclad was dimly lit, yet the flickering torches lining the walls illuminated the vast chamber enough to cast long shadows upon the heavy iron pillars. The scent of burning incense mixed with the faint aroma of steel and aged parchment, the very essence of the war-driven kingdom.The room itself was built like a fortress—walls lined with battle banners of past conquests,a floor adorned with a massive carved map of Aetheria, and at the head of the chamber, seated upon a throne of dark iron, was King Ironclad himself.Dressed in thick ceremonial robes lined with gold, the king radiated an aura of absolute authority.His hair, white as snow, flowed past his shoulders, but his sharp, hawk-like eyes betrayed neither weariness nor age.Even seated, his posture exuded the might of a warrior who had seen countless battles, his presence alone enough to silence a room of commanders an

Cedric wasted no time lingering in Lunaris.After delivering Oasis and the three Crimson Council members and briefing Conri and Tyron about what transpired in Dawnhail—carefully fabricating details of Oasis’s battles—he left the city as if he had never been there.A few hours later, Conri and Tyron made their way to the Bluefang Garden to check on Oasis.The boy was sleeping soundly, utterly unaware of the world around him.Conri observed him for a moment, noting that Oasis was not the same as when he had left for the mission. Something about him had changed.However, since he was still asleep, Conri pushed his thoughts aside.Instead of leaving, the two sect leaders decided to stay.They brewed tea and sat in the garden, enjoying the tranquility as the evening sun cast golden hues across the estate."I think Cedric didn’t tell us everything about how Oasis handled himself in Dawnhail," Tyron mused, taking a slow sip of tea."So you noticed as well," Conri replied."It’s like he’s try

Morning at the Bluemoon EstateThe next morning, around 10 AM, the intense roars of training disciples echoed throughout the Bluemoon Estate.Haaa!!! Haaa!!! Haaa!!!The powerful cries of training warriors filled the air, blending together in an overwhelming chorus of discipline and strength.Inside the living hall, Oasis stirred, woken up by the noise.He let out a long yawn, stretching his arms.“It really is good to be home,” he thought, a small smile forming on his lips as he rubs his eyes.Beside him, Zane groggily opened his eyes. “Ugh… so we ended up sleeping here?”Oasis kicked him lightly. “Wake up.”Zane grumbled but got up and followed Oasis, who was already drawn toward the source of the noise.They stepped onto the estate’s training grounds...Hundreds of Bluemoon disciples were spread across different courtyards, all training rigorously under the watchful eyes of instructors.Some were practicing sword techniques, others were engaged in hand-to-hand combat, while a few w

One of the training field within the Bluemoon Estate was vast, its ground layered with reinforced stone slabs, bearing the scars of countless past duels.The sky above was clear, the sun casting sharp shadows of the warriors standing upon the field.The air was thick with tension as everyone present knew that this battle would be nothing short of a spectacle.At the sidelines, Conri Bluemoon sat calmly with the elders of the sect, their expressions unreadable, though their keen eyes assessed every detail.Tyron stood with his arms crossed, and Oasis and Zane stood beside him, watching with intrigue.Karn and the Widow remained tied up at the edge of the training field, forced to witness the duel, while a few disciples whispered amongst themselves.Meanwhile, at the far end of the training field, two individuals stood alone, figures unfamiliar to Oasis, but seemingly acquainted with Zenon.Oasis couldn’t hide his smirk, clearly looking forward to the upcoming battle."Is that really Ma

As Zenon's Lunar Cataclysm: Midnight Flash descended upon Zeff, the world seemed to split apart— one side swallowed by crimson petals and raw battle aura, the other drenched in darkness and crackling black lightning.For a brief moment, it looked as though Zenon’s blade would cleave through Zeff entirely—But then…"Crimson Lotus Dance: Fourth Dance— Death Embrace!"Zeff’s voice rang out, filled with a battle-hardened will.His body blurred once again, the scarlet aura around him condensing into a swirling vortex.Crimson petals exploded outward, forming a rotating shield of cutting wind and energy.At the very last moment, Zeff brought up his black sword—CLANG!Zenon's attack met Zeff's technique head-on.A surge of raw force erupted at the point of impact, sending a violent shockwave across the field.The ground shook beneath them, cracks forming under the sheer weight of their collision.Despite using his Fourth Dance to absorb and deflect the impact, Zeff was still pushed back, h