Hot. It felt like he was inside an erupting volcano. His throat was parched. His blood felt like it was boiling, and his skin was burning. Water. He needed water! Suddenly, a cold sensation flowed through his chest. He let out a relieved breath. A few seconds later, a force tried to take over his being. Alkan furrowed his brows, resisting it. He knew that if he allowed this force to consume him, his existence in the world would be erased. "Mortal, let me enter your body. You cannot fight the Council. I will battle them for you," a voice whispered. Alkan froze. "Who are you?" he asked. "You and I are one. I am the Ancient Anito named Argus." He was silent for a moment. Then, he scoffed. "Why would you possess my body if we are one? This is my body, so don’t even try!" "But the Council is strong. You cannot defeat them." "Whether I can or not is none of your concern. This is my bod

The destruction of the First Dimension, where the fairies resided, became the talk of Tribal. Fear spread as rumors circulated that the end of Tribal had come and that the Anito would judge all beings in the land. In the South, where the witches were holding their annual ritual, a bright light slashed across the ground. In an instant, a figure with pointed ears appeared, carrying a sleeping young girl—a fairy. The witches on guard quickly surrounded the stranger. "Who are you?" the leader of the group demanded. The clairvoyant scanned the area, sensing an eerie black energy radiating from the witches. She swallowed hard. As someone of high status in the Fairy Kingdom, she had grown up under the palace’s protection. This was the first time she had faced witches—beings her fellow fairies had long described as evil creatures that lived in the South. So, the queen's power had sent her to this place. They had barely escaped the