The journey to the north begins. Under the sky that turned gray, Leon led a small team consisting of Anara, Felix, Lysaria, and two trained guards from the Elvarin. Their goal is one: Finding the original location of the pillar of death - the ninth spear that has been hidden from the world.  The ancient map given by Orien, the first Arcana, showed a faint location in an ice valley called a closed soul hallway. There is no official record of the place, but the legend calls it a prohibited land in which the spirits of the arcana who failed to purify reside.  "This pillar is different from the others," Lysaria said, staring at her magic scroll. "He is not only a pillar of power, but also the boundary between life and void." Felix added, "And if we wake it up without caution, the world can collapse into the cliff of chaos that is worse than the Agen era."

    The sky above the mirhast blackened, not because of the night - rather by a dark fog that rolled up like the breath of ancient creatures. The port city is now as if swallowed by the supernatural, and human screams have been replaced by the moan of creatures that should remain buried.  In the middle of the ruins of the pier, stood a child. His body was thin, his skin was as white as a bone, and from his back sticking out a pair of black wings like burning charcoal. Around him, the spirits floated without eyes, waiting for orders.  "My name is Ezrael," said the child. His voice was not the sound of a boy, but the echo of many souls that spoke in one mouth. "And I ... is Valtremor's new body."  --- Breakthrough to hell city Leon and his entourage - Anara, Felix, Lysaria, and Elvarin's troops - were at the city li

:  Mirhast Port air still feels heavy by the former death, even though the fog has vanished. However, in that silence, one thing became the center of attention - you.  His figure stood up with his back upright, a long -colored robe whipping slowly in the wind. Arcana tenth shines on his forehead, no longer like a curse, but a new authority symbol.  Felix was stunned. Anara held his breath.  "Leon?" whispered Anara.  He turned slowly, his perfection emotional emotions that could not be explained: peaceful, but also saved destruction.  "I'm here ... and we have to get ready.  A few days after the battle in Mirhast, Leon called the little rulers and independent aristocrats to the ruins of Gharval Fortress. He no longer came as a exile prince, but as an arcana holder who was not recognized in history - ARCAN