The sky over Terra that night was a deep purple, adorned with stars that seemed to twinkle brighter than usual. In the Celestial Tower, Meuz is on his throne. His white robe shimmered faintly in the light of the magical torches hanging in the air. The face behind the orichalcum mask he wore looked tired, but his eyes still held an unshakable authority.Light footsteps could be heard from the end of the hall. The shadow of a woman with long black hair and pale, silvery skin appeared behind the marble pillars. She walked with graceful steps but carried a cold aura that made the guards around her bow their heads without daring to look directly."Meuz," she said softly, but her voice echoed throughout the hall.Meuz rose, greeting him with a respectful smile. "Azalea, you've finally returned. The task for the jinn is complete, and our city... cannot thank you enough." Meuz raised his hand. From his grasp, a small bag made of black cloth emerged. He placed it on the crystal table in front

The night grew later, and the snow fell heavier in the city of Tohron. From a distance, the city ruins looked like a giant sleeping graveyard. However, amidst the devastation, the small circle of campfire light became a fragile center of life, a place where a group of people endured the cold bite.Javier waited quite a while in the shadows of the ruins. He squatted down, his shoulder against the half-destroyed brick wall, his eyes never leaving the crowd of people. They chatted, taking turns laughing at stale jokes or talking about the mithril mine that Leah and the Lazuardy Sword team were said to be reopening.Every second he hoped to hear a familiar name: Tha or Zamman. However, after almost an hour, there was no convincing evidence. Javier's patience finally wore thin. He realized that if he kept stalking, he would only be wasting valuable time. If Tha is really here, he might be blending in with them. Or at least, those people knew something. With a deep breath, Javier decided to

Javier's body felt as if it were being crushed and put back together as the teleportation potion took effect. He had swallowed the thick, pale blue liquid hesitantly, but the next second he felt his body being pulled through space and time.The wind stung his face, and white light swirled around him until finally he felt the hard ground beneath his feet. When his eyes opened again, he was standing right in front of the main gate of the city of Filanesia.The large gate, made of black steel combined with gold carvings, stood tall and majestic. Two soldiers stood guard beside him, holding long spears with the royal flag stiffly fluttering in the cold air."Who's there?" one of the soldiers shouted, lowering his spear.Javier raised both hands. "I am Javier. The messenger who went north."The soldier looked at his comrade, then immediately gave a signal. The large chain creaked loudly as the drive wheel turned, slowly opening the gate. “Come in. Mr. Meuz is already waiting for you," said

In the past few days, Javier has been having trouble sleeping. Night after night he just lay in bed with his eyes open, staring at the ceiling. His mind kept circling around one thing: Tha.The blood witch was likely dead in Murrah's tomb. Whose body was never found, only pools of blood and a sea of magical wisteria flowers that grew to fill every inch of the tomb.Javier didn't know what to do. Javier wiped his face with both hands. 'Should I say this?' Javier wondered.Every time he was about to open his mouth, the image of Anthonius' sharp gaze would appear in his head. Her older sibling is tough, steadfast, and rarely leaves room for doubt. For him, facts are everything.The city of Tohron, now known only as the dead city, has always been a dark legend among the inhabitants of Terra. Once the largest trading hub, where merchants from dozens of kingdoms brought their produce and metals, Tohron became a giant graveyard after the Terra riots, which led to the death of the Earth God.

In the old workshop, crumbling with age, the campfire's light blazes wildly. Rumpa lit the stone stove that hadn't been used in a long time, blowing on it until the embers glowed red. Wood smoke mixed with the aroma of the Ardanium resin he was cutting. The wood is golden in color, its grain shimmering like crystal. Each time the metal hammer struck, the clanging sound echoed as if the wood were alive.Tha sat on a rickety chair in the corner of the workshop, her body shivering. The wound on her chest reopened, and black blood flowed slowly. She covered it with cloth, but each breath only added to the pain.Zamman stood not far away, his hands folded. He stared at Rumpa coldly, but his eyes never left Tha. "How long will this take?" His voice was sharp.Rumpa didn't turn around. His hands continued to work, smoothing the surface of the wood. "Ardanium isn't ordinary wood. If I rush, this medium will break, and Tha... life will be completely lost.""She doesn't have much time." Zamman