: Highest Session - Threat from the remaining dimensions-----After a tiring battle against his own shadow, Leon was lying in the middle of the Peace Hall. The air in the big room feels cold and quiet, different from usual. The world guards gathered around him, their faces were serious and full of anxiety.  Lysaria, who is always alert, bent and patted Leon's shoulder gently. "You've passed the toughest test. But now, a bigger threat awaits us." Leon raised his head, his tired eyes looking at Lysaria. "What do you mean? I feel that battle is the culmination of everything we face." Raina, who sat not far from there, added in a soft but firm voice, "That's just the beginning, Leon. The danger you face is a shadow of the past, but now we must prepare for something more real and threaten our existence." "The highest trial will be held soon," Selyra said while opening an old scroll. "I

 (Continued): Turning Point-----The morning sky was slowly on Eldrac, but for Leon and his group, the night they had just passed still felt like a gaping wound. Inside the Hall, the source of light has been placed in a protective circle surrounded by ancient runes. The soft light throbbed slowly, as if breathing, responding to the air full of worries.  Raina is not aware. Magic wounds that hit his body not only physically - he flowed to his soul, gnawing at the power of life from the inside. The best healer has been called from all corners of Arcana, but none of them dare to promise full healing.  Felix sat on the side of the bed, his eyes were red from lack of sleep. "I should be able to stop the attack," he murmured softly.  Leon stood still in the doorway, hearing that. He knew the guilt, had felt it many times since the first war erupted. He approached, patting Felix's shoulder gen

 ---   The night breeze swept the top of the Eldrac Astral Tower, the highest place in the entire Arcana country. There, Leon stood alone, staring at a large landscape that was illuminated only by stars and dim flames from the source of light in the form of a spear that is now an extension of his soul. In that silence, he felt something turbulent in him - not just strength, but the inheritance that had been buried by history and betrayal.  "You started to feel it, right?" Arveth's sound emerged from behind, soft like a wind. The old woman stood with a glowing stick that hung a piece of crystal soul.  Leon nodded. "The source of light is not just an artifact. This ... As if opening the door to something bigger. As if I not only blend with it, but also with other forces that have been sleeping." Arveth smiled faintly. "You begin to enter the resurrection

    Tanadris, an endless desert expanse, stretched to burn the sky. The wind brought dazzling golden dust, but in the distance - the journey of all the logic and law of architecture - the tower of a thousand shadows. The building is like a shadow frame that is always moving, sometimes high towering to touch the clouds, sometimes shrinking like a cursed collapse. Nobody really knows its original form, because the tower is never the same twice.  Leon, Felix, Lysaria, and one guardian of Elhendra stood on the desert.  "The tower ..." Felix whispered. "... challenging reality." "Not only that," Lysaria answered. "He challenged time. Inside, one second could be a thousand years ... or vice versa. But the pillar of time was sealed in the heart of the tower. We must enter." Leon held his spear tighter. The pillar of the soul on his body trembled,

   A thin fog covered the gap of the mountain in the north, where the closed city was established - an ancient city that was never recorded in any map of the kingdom, even in the Arcana book. The city is hidden behind the gap in dimensions, guarded by magical architecture that manipulates illusion, time and reality. It was there that Leon's traces of the erased past were stored. And that's where the daughter of Anara, Leon's biological sister, was waiting.  In the stone hall that was shrouded in cold wind, Anara stepped slowly. His white robe was flying, her hair was loose, and her violet eyes were faint. In his hand, he held a key: the key to the resonance - an ancient form that could open the space between the real world and memories.  "Leon will come here. And when he arrives, everything will change," he murmured softly.  Meanwhile, Leon, Felix, and Lysaria rested