Across the vast expanse of stars and galaxies of the Kaelith Realm, far away from mortals. There was a realm called the Immortal Realm. There, time bent and twisted, where the very core of life flowed through the hearts. It was a place where people who had surpassed the limits of humanity and attained godlike power could go. These Immortals were the guardians of the cosmic elements, manipulators of Qi, and rulers of mortals' fate. They could shape the powers that controlled the cosmos, bending the laws of nature and threads of time at their will.For thousands of years, the Realm of Immortal had been standing as a fort of strength world of ethereal beauty where mighty cultivators soared, leaving the mortal coils in their wake, to become forever beings. And time in the realm was told not in terms of years, but in years of cultivation, and mastery and control of beings who lived inside it. Reaching this world would require the mortal to become extremely strong, not to mention the martia

The moon rested like a chilled silver eye over the village, shedding a pale shadow of light upon the vacant streets below. The streets themselves were strangely silent, a sickening stillness resting in the air, relieved only by an infrequent groan of the creaking of a wooden sign swaying on its chains in the breeze. A sprinkling of torches flickered against the walls, their light flames casting small shadows onto the somber town. It was late at night and every street had its own quiet emptiness, a strange, empty void that gave it an ominous feeling of something not quite there. No one was awake, yet no one was asleep.In the stillness of the town square, even the birds had stopped singing their songs, feeling the tension in the air. They crouched in clusters on the houses along the street, peering intently at the town square behind shuttered windows and closed doors. The moment the first glimmer of torchlight showed on the horizon, they would scatter into concealment with hardly a whi

The youngest of the group, Finn, the first student, looked up with wide eyes. “The Exilium Pill? But that’s just a legend, isn’t it? We’ve heard the stories....that it was created by alchemists long ago, but no one has ever found it.”“There are whispers,” Arlen continued, his gaze hardening. “Whispers that it's real. We’ve spent months searching the records, but they’re incomplete. People who might know about it are too terrified to speak.”Chief Arlen got up, went to the shelf, took the scroll down, and laid it on the table. There was a picture of the pill, with a prophecy inscribed, although it had faded over time."In the time when all hope has bled dry, when the plague consumes the hearts of men, one shall arise from the ashes to seek salvation. The cure shall lie in a pill, forged in secrecy, guarded by the mind of its maker. The world shall search far and wide, yet none shall find the formula, for it rests only in the brain of the one who created it. To save humanity, one must

Enzo glanced at the pass, then looked ahead to the narrowing path. "This is it," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and anticipation. Finn nodded, slipping the pass back into his bag and stepping forward. As they continued deeper into the mountain pass, the air grew colder, and the sulfurous scent in the air became heavier. Jagged cliffs rose on either side of them, and the faint glow from the jade pass seemed to guide them onward.Eventually, they reached the end of the pass and found themselves standing on the edge of a vast chasm. In the distance, they saw the massive stone bridge stretching across the valley, a breathtaking sight that seemed to span the very fabric of the world itself. The bridge was old but sturdy, with intricate carvings running along its edges. It arched gracefully over the deep ravine, leading from the desolate mountain pass to the gates of Drakthorin City, which could be seen just beyond the far end.Without a word, Finn and Enzo stepped onto the

The Festival of Beasts and Wonders was an annual event that everyone at the academy took part in. It was a time for students to show off their magical skills in creative—and often strange—ways. The name was a perfect fit for the event, as it combined magical creatures, enchanted artifacts, and incredible displays of talent and illusion. It was said that the festival was only rivaled by the magical history of Drakthorin City itself.Enzo’s eyes grew wide as they walked past a group of students setting up a giant, enchanted cage. Inside, a shimmering, multi-colored creature floated lazily in the air—half bird, half dragon. Its wings folded and unfolded with every movement, sending ripples of light across the courtyard.“Is that a real creature?” Enzo asked, a mix of awe and curiosity in his voice.“Partly,” the girl with curly hair replied. “That’s a blend of a phoenix and a wyvern, called a 'Pyrahar.' It’s one of the most popular attractions at the festival—people come from all over ju