"We’ve finished your training," Desirnight announced, its voice resonating like an echo in the vast expanse of the stadium. Two years had passed in that place, though in the real world, only two days had gone by. For Paltio, those two years had been a rollercoaster of challenges, sacrifices, and growth. Every blow received, every technique learned, had left its mark—both physical and mental.Paltio stopped in front of a mirror that suddenly appeared in the stadium, his reflection revealing the toll of the grueling training he had endured. His hair, now long from the time it had gone uncut, fell messily over his shoulders, framing a face marked by fresh scars and scratches. His clothes, once immaculate, were torn and practically destroyed, hanging in tatters on his body as a testament to every blow received and every battle fought.With a practical motion, he pulled a small object from his pocket—an old elastic band he had kept without thinking—and tied his hair into a high ponytail. T

In Tehtra, following the gathering of the shadows, the badger lords dispersed to their designated locations, where their armies awaited them.Troba—or rather, Galatea, disguised thanks to Meliradal’s magic—walked cautiously. She was visibly shaken by what she had witnessed during the meeting with the seven members of the Shadow Council. Her mission was clear: she had to inform her queen, Strongia, about everything that had transpired in order to prepare them for what was coming.The place was vast, and one could easily get lost, but fortunately for Galatea, the buildings were marked with distinctive colors that identified each shadow army. As she searched for her assigned position, something caught her attention: a hooded figure darted across a nearby alley. His dark, furtive silhouette aroused suspicion in her. Without hesitation, Galatea decided to follow him.She entered the alley quickly, but the figure had vanished. "Perhaps it’s just my imagination playing tricks on me," she tho

Upon hearing the sound of soldiers marching and mobilizing from their posts, the group inside Paltio’s bag—Alita, Ron, Lucca, Rykaru, Toco-Toco, Nakia, Chiki, Lume, and Geki—prepared to act.Moments earlier, as they approached the gates of the realm, Paltio had said: "Well, guys, we’re almost at the kingdom’s gates.""So, what are we going to do?" Ron asked curiously, adjusting the makeshift backpack he was carrying."Well… I don’t know," Paltio admitted, scratching his head thoughtfully. "But what I came up with is that all of you get into the bag, and at the right moment, come out to support me.""That could work… if it weren’t for the immense army Tejod has in your kingdom," Lukeandria interjected seriously. "We can’t fight an entire army, not to mention the statues of the citizens scattered everywhere.""I hadn’t thought of that," Paltio murmured, frowning as he realized the magnitude of the problem."When do you ever think, Paltio? You almost never do," Alita teased with a half-s

"Are you sure, cat? Did you look everywhere?" Chiki asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow at Toco-Toco."Of course! Who do you think I am, flea-bag?" the feline retorted with feigned indignation, raising his head haughtily."Calm down, don’t fight. This isn’t the time," Nakia interjected, stepping between them while spreading her wings in a gesture of peace."You’re right," Chiki admitted, though she spat on the ground to show her displeasure. "I’ve already searched ten times, and there were no more statues anywhere. I even checked some kind of bunker, and nothing. These were the last statues in the entire kingdom," the feline assured them firmly."So where could my daddy’s parents be?" Rykaru asked, looking at the others with worry in his eyes. His voice trembled slightly, reflecting his distress."Could that damn Tejod have destroyed them and made Paltio work all this time for nothing?" Ron said, clenching his fists in frustration."I don’t think so," Mok replied thoughtfully. "Thou

Paltio’s friends were about to arrive in their tank-carriage when Mok noticed something strange. He furrowed his brow, glancing around uneasily. “Wait a moment… What’s going on here?” he murmured under his breath. According to his calculations, this place should have been shrouded in thick mist, but now everything was unnervingly clear. He could see every detail of the road without effort.“What’s wrong, Mok? Are we not there yet?” Alita asked, watching him curiously as he remained lost in thought.“It’s odd, Alita. This place was supposed to be covered by mist, but now everything is visible. Even the path looks cleaner,” Mok replied, pointing toward the horizon with a worried gesture.“Are you sure you’re not mistaken? Maybe we still have some way to go,” Ron interjected, adjusting the strap of his backpack as he spoke.“No, I’m certain. According to my map,