Meanwhile, at the same time, deep within the fort in Springfield...Clack... clack... clack...Bootsteps echoed crisply through the cold stone corridors of the fortress.Torches flickered against the weathered grey walls, casting elongated shadows across the passageway.A heavy wooden door creaked open.“Greetings, Elder. Young Lady Magnolia has just arrived,” a guard in polished steel armor reported with a bow.!!!Elder Olivia,who is now wrapped in a fur-lined black cloak, froze in place mid-step.Her expression contorted from surprise to exasperation in a heartbeat.“What??” she snapped, her voice echoing down the hall.“What in the skies are they thinking—bringing her here of all places?”She whirled around to face the guard. “Who did she come with?”“Young Lady Ivey, ma’am.”Elder Olivia clenched her jaw.“Gods preserve me... those reckless girls.”Without another word, she stormed through the cold stone halls, her boots thudding sharply on the granite floor.Wind from the high m

The mist began to dissolve, its edges retreating like a ghost lifting from a battlefield drenched in carnage.Dead bodies littered the field—some mutilated beyond recognition, others sprawled in frozen agony.Pools of blood shimmered beneath the moonlight, soaking into the slush and damp soil.The ground reeked of death and fear.Zion stood among the corpses,now shirtless, drenched in blood from head to toe.His crimson-stained claws gleamed wickedly under the pale light, his face twisted into a half-grin, half-snarl.Venak’s chest heaved as he stood among the dead, vapor rising from his arms, his breaths still hot with energy.Ragar cracked his neck slowly, his knuckles bloodied, fresh gore dripping from the iron rings around his wrists.Oasis stood at the center—bare-chested, hands stained with blood, his hair tousled, and his phoenix claw pendant pulsing faintly against his chest.Only Iris and the teleporting member stood untouched, their bodies clean—silent phantoms in a massacre

Cough!! Cough!! Cough!!He hacked violently, thick streaks of crimson splattering on the scorched soil.But his eyes—fierce, unwavering—remained locked on the adversary floating high above: Malrick Rhun, third elder of Stormreach.Murmurs stirred across the cliff.“What was that…?”“Did he stop that attack?”Oasis’s companions stood frozen, confusion painted on their blood-smeared faces.The violent force that had just threatened to erase Oasis had vanished—like mist under sunlight.Malrick’s brow furrowed.His pulse quickened.“That wasn't a failure… That brat did something,” he muttered, watching the bloodied boy below.“But judging by that coughing, there’s no way he can pull it off again.”Then—Thud!A sudden gust of wind kicked up ash as Elder Olivia landed before Oasis.She didn’t speak.With a snap of her fingers, orbs of water formed instantly in the air—dense, focused spheres brimming with spatial enchantments.With precise motions, she hurled them toward Oasis and his compa

About a week had passed since the decisive battle at Springfield.Zane and Zion had successfully completed their mission, repelling disturbances along Lunaris's borders.Their return signaled more than just a tactical victory—it represented a shift in the tides.Word of Lunaris’s interference spread like wildfire.And though no official statement had declared Lunaris's entry into the war, the message was clear enough for the rest of the continent: Lunaris was no longer watching idly from the mountains.The effect was immediate.The forces deployed by Verdantia's betraying noble houses—those pressing from the southern flank of Springfield and those threatening Glacia—were recalled.They hadn’t anticipated the presence of Lunaris despite poking, nor the weight that a single young warrior named Oasis would carry.Whatever plans they’d had, Oasis had become a variable too volatile to ignore.Somewhere in Verdantia – Ignis Vale Territory.The sun scorched the training grounds of House Igni

Five Years Later — Glacia TerritoryThe sky over Glacia roared with the sound of war.Snow, once pristine and blanketing the mountain valleys in gentle white, had been torn apart by fire, steel, and blood. Ice cracked under the feet of thousands. Screams echoed through canyons. Light from spells and martial techniques danced across the battlefield like storms unleashed. Mages clad in robes fought side by side with hardened martial artists, their blades clashing against inhuman weapons, spells countering curses in a thunderous ballet of violence.The war had entered its ugliest phase.Ever since the surprise retreat of enemy forces, two years prior a second wave had begun. But this time, they came stronger—bolder. Demonic cultivators had emerged from the shadows, attacking Glacia from the southern front and stretching their reach toward the outskirts of Springfield. Their ferocity was unlike anything Verdantia had anticipated.Villages burned. Border forts fell. Smaller sects