"Don’t misunderstand me. I need to draw the runes on your back… so could you please slightly take off your robe and turn around a bit?" Oasis said, his tone calm but clear, slicing through the quiet awkwardness that clung between them. His voice was steady enough to clear the tension from Amilia’s eyes, replacing her shyness with a reluctant resolve.Without a word, Amilia turned away from him, still seated on the cushion. She faced the wall, her back now exposed to the gaze of Oasis's Azure eyes.Fingers moving with a hesitant slowness, she undid the knot of her robe.The garment loosened, parting over her shoulders until the smooth pale skin beneath caught the light — skin that seemed almost to shimmer faintly, as if the frost in her blood kept it naturally luminous.Around her chest, a silken binding wrapped snugly, modest yet delicate.And then, like a subtle ambush, her scent now a bit more than he felt before reached him — faintly floral but layered with the cool, crisp underton

Mirrage’s voice was calm, her posture straight, her expression unshaken.“No, we don’t have a lot of Saint-grade materials in the Pecunia Association—not even more than three. And I doubt the other branches in Verdantia have such rare materials either.”Her tone carried an understated authority, measured and deliberate. “But… if Physician Bao can write the materials needed, we can request them from outside Verdantia.""We can also post the list in inns and adventurers’ guilds so cultivators and travelers might start searching for them—or, if they already possess them, bring them forth for the right reward.”The Second Elder gave a short nod of approval, leaning slightly forward. “Ohh… good idea from Lady Ignis.”Bao’s voice followed with a weary finality. “We don’t have alchemists of that grade in the Consano family… not even in all our branches combined.”At that, the weight of reality settled over the chamber—how rare such an alchemist truly was in this world.Even among the most pr

The chamber was left in shock. Some still trembled from the raw spiritual energy that lingered in the air.Some remained frozen by the impossible speed. Even those who tried to hide their surprise failed—the atmosphere was heavy with disbelief.And then—without a single word—Vulcan vanished as well, leaving behind only a burning spark of flame where he had been seated.The ember danced in the air for a moment before fading, leaving the elders staring at the empty space where he once sat.“Let’s go and see what that brat is trying to do, and if he worsens the condition we will take action against him. We will even demand compensation from Lunaris!” First Elder spat, his voice filled with venom as he stood abruptly from his seat.His robes swirled around him like coiling flames, and the veins on his forehead pulsed with irritation.One by one, the other elders and those present rose to follow, the room filling with the sound of scraping chairs, shifting garments, and murmuring voices.T

"this guy is way powerful than Vulcan and yet he is still in the peak of an enlightened realm but yet far from the saint realm," Oasis thought as his gaze locked on Draco."I didn’t think much about it back when I was helping him in the room, but now it makes me wonder… how strong is Master Conri? How strong is someone in the Saint Realm? In reality—would I even survive if one was out to kill me?"At this point, Draco’s fiery mana was palpable.The very air shimmered around him, as though the atmosphere itself was being scorched by his existence.His magical energy rolled outward in waves, a radiant veil of pure flame coiling around his frame like a living inferno.The warmth wasn’t oppressive—it was absolute, commanding. Each strand of mana looked as if it was alive, like fire spirits dancing to the beat of their master’s heart.His presence alone burned brighter than any torch in the hall, forcing everyone’s instincts to acknowledge his dominance."This kid…" Draco thought as his sh

Snap!!!Oasis snapped his fingers just before his spell struck Belmiza.The cyan molten sun, compressed and raging with fire, suddenly fractured and unraveled into harmless streams of mana that scattered into the air like shards of starlight.Yet the aftermath lingered.Belmiza’s flame-enchanted robes were smoking, turning black at the edges, thin tongues of fire creeping up the fabric as if eager to consume him whole.His heart hammered against his ribs with a suffocating intensity, each beat a desperate reminder that he still lived.His palms were slick with sweat, and no matter how much mana he poured into his defense, it felt like standing bare in front of a volcano.His body trembled uncontrollably, not from exertion, but from helplessness—he knew he couldn’t have stopped that spell.Not even close.For the first time in centuries, the First Elder of Ignis Vale felt powerless."I think we are done with this," Oasis said as he lowered himself gracefully, his barrier dissolving wit