The tank-carriage continued its steady advance as Lucca meticulously reviewed every detail, following the guidelines Mok had given him before their departure. The path was uneven, rocky, and narrow, but the tank moved forward without issue, its front lanterns illuminating the dark trail like car headlights in the middle of the night."I wonder what it’s like to train in those places they call mental training planes," Lucca mused quietly, lost in thought. "Well, I guess I’m not worthy, which is why they didn’t give me one of those beings to accompany me. But it doesn’t matter; my lord Serlet gifted me this staff to defend them while their bodies remain in a trance and their minds are training. Although… so far, I don’t even know how it works."Lucca smiled at himself, trying to distract his mind with small details to pass the time. "The good thing is that we’re on schedule. Just one more day and we’ll reach Reedalia." He glanced at a small teacup in his hands. "I made this tea, but it

While Alita and Ron continued training in their respective mental spaces, each facing their own internal challenges, in the real world, Rodelos was busy putting the rebel cadets to the test. His training style was unyielding, pushing them to their physical and mental limits. With every blow, every technique, and every movement, Rodelos made it clear that he would accept nothing less than their best. The cadets fell one by one, exhausted, unable to withstand the intensity of the former king of Avocadalia. However, there was one exception: Gikel, who stoically endured the demands of Paltio’s grandfather."Not bad, Gikel," Rodelos acknowledged with a slight nod, though his tone remained stern. "You’re the only one who can handle such intense training."Gikel simply inclined his head slightly, as if avoiding any excessive display of pride. He knew there was still a lot of room for improvement."Again, boy," Rodelos ordered, pointing to the center of the training field. Gikel obeyed withou

"Well, we’ve arrived. Beyond that hill lies the kingdom of Reedalia," Lucca announced, pointing toward the horizon. "I’d better wake up Paltio and the others." "Let me handle it," said Golden."Day 23," Paltio murmured as he opened his eyes and looked at the device Tejod had attached to his wrist. Despite everything, his voice carried an unexpected calm."Thank you for waking us," Mok said with a slight bow of his head, adjusting his posture in the carriage."So, beyond that hill is your home, isn’t it, butler?" Lukeandria asked, looking toward where they were pointing."That’s right. My birthplace lies beyond that hill," Mok replied in a nostalgic tone, though his eyes remained alert."Wow, I’m finally going to see where you lived, Mok," Paltio commented curiously. "Yes, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!" Lucca exclaimed enthusiastically.As the carriage began ascending the hill, Paltio turned to Lucca with a question that had been on his mind for a while: "Did anything happen while

The figure clad in dark armor slowly turned, his imposing presence filling the room with a sinister energy. "I will be your guide," he announced in a voice that seemed to resonate from the shadows, "and you will report everything to me." He paused briefly before continuing: "My name is Aresus."All members of the group exchanged glances through the mental link connected by Golden. "Wow, this guy is completely armored," Lukeandria thought, observing every detail of the figure before them. "He doesn’t reveal any part of his body, just his gleaming dark armor, a red feather protruding from his helmet, and a cape that’s red in the front but black in the back.""That said," Aresus continued with calculated calm, "where do you want to start the search?" His tone was neutral, but something in his demeanor suggested he wasn’t particularly interested in their answers. However, everyone noticed something strange: despite wearing a helmet, it felt as if he were staring directly at Mok. Wherever

“What is that, sir?” Jock asked, pointing at the strange artifact embedded between the trees.“I don’t know, Jock, but let’s proceed with caution,” replied the golden-masked leader, frowning as he assessed the situation. “It could be a trap set by our enemies. Have some soldiers bring picks and pry that object loose from the trees.”Carefully, the soldiers began striking the artifact until it came loose with a dull thud, falling to the ground with a metallic clang. At that moment, a door flew open from within the object, and out stepped a tall man carrying two young people in his arms. It was Rodelos, holding Alita and Ron as if they weighed no more than feathers.“Well, well… A welcoming committee?” Rodelos said with an ironic smile, glancing at the soldiers surrounding him, their pikes raised high. “I thought I’d landed at a costume party, like the ones we used to have in Avocadalia.” He gestured toward the owl masks the soldiers wore, chuckling lightly.The golden-masked leader rai