: The Emperor of Shadow and the last city   --- The wind from the north feels cold piercing bones. Leon's group stood at the top of the hill facing the closed city, Eldrac. The last city, where the fifth fragment was hidden - and Morvian's main headquarters, the shadow emperor.  Lysaria stood on Leon's side. His white robe fluttered softly. "There is no longer a way back. Eldrac is the last line. If we fail, the world will sink into Arcana's darkness." Felix lifted crystal binoculars and observed the city. "The central tower is protected by ancient magic shields. We cannot immediately break in." "Then we have to break their attention," Raina said. He opened the map, drawing a circular path. "There is a East Gate that is rarely guarded, but full of magic mines. We can enter from there when the Felix shadow group attacks from the south." 

  : the world without throne, the world with hope-----Morning sunlight illuminates Eldrac's plains, penetrating the gaps of ruins and stroking the faces of the residents who are now working together to rebuild the city. No longer heard the sound of war, not orders from the Lalim ruler. All that remains is the clink of hammer, laughter of children, and steps that bring hope.  Lysaria stood in the middle of the debris of the old palace, wearing a white robe decorated with a golden line. In his hand stretched a large map that displayed new energy lines-the boundaries of the four world guards. Behind him, young people and young women from various nations and races are busy carrying blocks and stones, shoulder to shoulder to build something new.  "This place used to be the center of power," Lysaria told a young architect by his side. "Now we will turn it into a meeting place for the four guards.

 : Underground Shadow------The atmosphere of the meeting at the Peace Hall had not really subsided. Four world guards are still in a round room, busy discussing about technology exchanges, life values, to performance between arts. But far below the surface of the ground Eldrac, in a depth that is never recorded any map, something starts to vibrate.  Black crystals that are locked up in a layer of hard ground beating slowly - like a throbbing old heart.  > [Detection System: Arcana Resonance Anomalies - Unknown Sources][Leon-01 Protocol Active ...]   In the system dimension, Leon gasped from the flow of light he used to guard.  "Strange ... there is no command to reactivate from below Eldrac," he murmured.  In front of him, transparent panels appeared, showing a faint shadow like a face without f

  Lurraring Shadow-----The shadow stood tall behind the dragon bone curve that had become an unofficial gate in the park. Its vague form, as if created from the darkness that was knitted tightly. Not entirely human, but also not spirit.  Ilara gripped the gem in his hand tighter. The light from the jewel seemed to vibrate, giving a warning about dangers that have not been fully revealed.  "Who are you?" Arion exclaimed while lifting his sword at the dark figure.  The figure took a step forward, and for a moment, the surrounding air became cooler. A deep voice came out from behind his shadow robe.  "New heirs, huh? You come too fast. Or maybe ... it's time." Ilara stared straight. "We are not afraid of you. If you are an old guard who has deviated from the road, then you better get ridiculous." The figure l

 A letter from the period that does not yet exist----In the middle of a quiet night, when Eldrac slowly stabilized his magic pulse after a big battle, Leon sat alone in the deepest room of the new archive - the place formed was not from stones or wood, but from fragments of memory and invisible will.  The walls are glowing softly, reflecting faint whispers from the past. When touched, there was echo of laughter, tears, prayers, and screams - all seemed to be trapped in small dimensions that never slept.  Cracks in the sky Eldrac slowly enlarged, like an open wound and refused to heal. From behind the gap, a jet black fog came out that did not originate from ordinary clouds or magic - he dripped like blood from the wound of time, cold and freezing the reality around it.  In the fog, a man appeared. The high equivalent of Leon, his hair was similar, but the man's eyes were completely dar