Everyone was in serious trouble. The force field the professor had activated wasn’t strong enough to protect them from the relentless laser beams that kept striking one after another without pause."Professor! How are we going to get out? We’re all trapped!" Karpi shouted, trying to make herself heard over the chaos. But the professor didn’t respond. He was lost in thought, his mind drifting to a distant but unforgettable memory."Professor! Professor! Professor Kuang!" she insisted, raising her voice in desperation.Suddenly, vivid images flooded the professor’s mind. He remembered the day he met Rose, wounded and on the brink of death. He had been researching in a remote forest when he heard cries of pain echoing through the air. As he approached, he found an enormous creature lying injured on the ground. Around its neck was a tag engraved with the name "Ciertarias." It was an awe-inspiring creature: resembling a reindeer with giraffe-like legs, but its size was colossal—much larger

At that moment, the cloud of dust began to slowly disperse, revealing a towering figure before them. It was a futuristic suit of armor, designed with an intimidating and lethal air that chilled the blood.On the helmet, sharp antennas formed an inverted "V" on the forehead, projecting an overwhelming sense of power. A large triangular visor extended from the eyes almost to the chin, but its polarized material prevented anyone from seeing inside, as if it concealed an unfathomable mystery—something beyond human. It was impossible to tell who—or what—was hidden behind that impenetrable mask.On either side of the helmet, three sharp spikes protruded, slightly curved forward, adding an even more menacing touch to the design. They seemed ready to pierce anything that dared come too close, a warning that this creation was not only deadly but also relentless.The chest plate was covered with a hard, durable material similar to that used by Avoteno, known for its indestructibility. On the sh

“You fight well for a butler, eh?” the DeathSpark sneered at Mok, its metallic voice dripping with sarcasm. “But you’re not enough for me. I’ll make you suffer as much as you can endure.”Mok tried to shield himself with his sword, but he knew his weapon was useless against this invincible foe. At that moment, the DeathSpark’s tail pierced his side, eliciting a muffled cry of pain. Hot blood gushed out, streaming down his body as he collapsed to his knees.“That’s music to my ears,” the DeathSpark said with delight. “I thought I’d skewer you with that, but I see you’re wearing magical armor. No matter. Let’s see how much longer you can hold out against me. Don’t die too quickly… I want to hear you scream in agony.”Mok still couldn’t comprehend who—or what—this thing before him could be. The DeathSpark mocked him, reveling in the mystery it refused to reveal.“Stay calm, Mok! Help is here!” his companions shouted, finally gathering their courage to rush to his aid.Lukeandria hurled h

“Who would’ve thought Eveldow would save us?” Ron remarked to Alita as they both rose from the ground, watching the former ghost of the abandoned castle in Fuertelia being finished off by the enemy. “I didn’t see it coming,” Lukeandria added as she approached, her voice tinged with awe and sadness. She glanced briefly at Ron and Alita, assessing their condition as wounds and exhaustion were evident on both. “There’s no time—we need to support Mok,” she urged, her gaze fixed on the battlefield where the fight against the DeathSpark was growing increasingly desperate.“Alright, let’s go. But first, I’ll heal you,” Alita responded, focusing her magical energy to mend Ron’s wound. A soft light emanated from her hands as she closed the gash on his side.Meanwhile, Mok continued to face the DeathSpark. His sword clashed against the robot’s powerful clawed hands, but the battle was far from even. The metallic tail of the enemy moved with superhuman speed, making any counterattack nearly impo

"Take this!" Luara declared with determination, her voice rising. "It’s my power: LIGHTLIFE!"Suddenly, the spirit of Light Luara began to emerge from the sword. She was a fairy with long, flowing hair as clear as moonlight, ethereal like a whisper, her translucent figure seemingly crafted from liquid crystal. Her delicate wings shimmered with prismatic brilliance, breaking the light into vibrant bursts of color that danced across the ground and illuminated the faces of those who watched. Her beauty was breathtaking, almost otherworldly, as if she belonged to another realm entirely. As she appeared beside Mok, her presence enveloped the atmosphere in a warm, celestial aura—like sunlight piercing through storm clouds on a turbulent day."So this is what you look like," Mok said, gazing at her in awe. "You’re very beautiful," he added impulsively, caught up in the moment."Thank you for the compliment," she replied with a faint smile, though a subtle blush tinged her translucent cheeks,