There I was, surrounded by countless enemies alongside my friends, facing hordes of unimaginable size. Well, I don’t want to give too much away—no spoilers, you know… What’s my name? I am…“Paltio! Paltio! Young Master Paltio, wake up! This is no time to be sleeping; you’re in school!” said a deep, irritated voice that jolted him abruptly from his dream.“Huh?” murmured Paltio as he rubbed his eyes and let out a loud yawn. “Sorry, Dad, just five more minutes…”The classroom erupted in uncomfortable laughter.“I’m not your father,” the teacher retorted sternly. "I’m your instructor, and if you don’t want to be here, the door is right there. Besides, I’ll speak with your parents, the royals."Paltio snapped back to reality, straightening up in his seat. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Hex! It won’t happen again, I promise,” he said, looking at the professor with an embarrassed expression.The insults came quickly. “You’re such an idiot!” some students shouted between snickers.“Silence, everyone!”

"No, Papa! Mama, no!" cried Paltio, tears streaming down his cheeks as his voice cracked with every word."Calm down, boy. I’m not going to kill you... yet," said Tejod, crossing his massive arms with a sinister expression. "If you bring me what I desire, I’ll spare your parents and reverse the petrification of your people. They’ll be alive again."Paltio wiped his tears with the back of his trembling hand. "How do I know you’ll keep your promise?" he asked, glaring at the humanoid badger with distrust."That’s the fun part: you don’t," replied Tejod, flashing a malevolent grin that revealed his sharp fangs."Enough crying, because no one here is dead... yet," continued Tejod, gesturing toward the castle. "Go gather whatever you need and head quickly to the five neighboring realms to bring me the complete scepter.""But how am I supposed to do that if I don’t even know what it looks like?" protested Paltio, feeling the crushing weight of responsibility pressing down on him."That’s yo

Paltio and his friends had already crossed the bridge and were on their way to Hassdalia. They knew they were on the right path because Mok carried the map, which functioned like a kind of GPS to guide them."Mok, tell me again," Paltio commented with curiosity, "when I was younger, you used to explain what each of the realms was like.""Very well, young master," Mok replied in a formal tone. "As you can see, Avocadolia is the central axis of everything. The other realms must support it and follow the rules set by our realm, which is the voice of Avocios. One of your ancestors established that not only golden avocados could live in the metropolis, but anyone wishing to contribute to the kingdom created by Avocios could enter and reside here.""I do remember that!" Paltio interrupted enthusiastically. "But tell me, what makes each realm different?""Well, Master Paltio," Mok continued, "the other five realms have unique characteristics compared to ours. For example, the realm of Hassda

"No, Paltio!" Mok shouted bitterly, his voice heavy with sorrow as he watched his young master being devoured by the Oboros."No, Paltio!" Alita repeated, her voice trembling."No, foolish Paltio… why did you do it?!" Ron exclaimed, tears filling his eyes."We need to leave," Pax said coldly. "There’s no salvation for him now. Besides, we’re surrounded by those beasts.""But there’s nowhere to go!" Alita and Ron responded in unison, seeing that copies of the monster had encircled them from all sides."It’s the real Oboros," Mok said, staring at the colossus that had swallowed his prince. If I destroy the prism, we’ll defeat them, the butler thought, consumed by the burning rage in his chest."Wait, butler," Pax warned. "Don’t let anger cloud your judgment."But Mok had already drawn his knives. With a swift motion, he hurled a hundred of them toward the real Oboros. However, before they could reach it, the copies stepped in front, taking the hits and multiplying instantly."Damn it!"

Paltio and his friends moved stealthily among the abandoned houses when they heard noises coming from what appeared to be a basement secured by rusted chains. Mok pulled out one of his knives and, without making a sound, cut through the chains blocking the entrance. When they opened the doors, everyone was stunned to discover a dark passageway emanating anguished sounds—like the cries of people in torment."Let’s go in," Paltio said with determination. "Someone must need help.""Hey, Paltio, but didn’t you want to search for the scepter piece?" Golden interjected, sounding somewhat concerned."Yes, but I can’t just leave someone in danger if I can do something about it. I’ll try to help," the prince responded without hesitation."Well, you’re noble, kid," Golden commented, though he thought to himself, I hope that doesn’t work against you in the future.They ventured carefully into the basement. Upon reaching the end of the path, they discovered it split into several dark tunnels."No