Not far from the shimmering spires of the Fairy Kingdom lay a jagged expanse of stone forests—towering monoliths that clawed at the pale sky, their surfaces cracked and weathered by ages of scorching winds and bitter frost. The land here was barren beyond measure, a desolate realm where nothing grew save for the colossal rocks that stretched toward the heavens like petrified giants frozen in eternal vigil.Creatures of every kind shunned this isolated domain, driven away by the unnatural aura that clung to the stones like a suffocating shroud. Whispers of dark magic and ancient curses echoed through the narrow passages between the monoliths, and even the hardiest of the fairy folk dared not venture into its depths after the sun had set.Then, a shadow moved—swift as a falling star, silent as a grave. Clad in robes of deepest ebony that seemed to drink the very light around it, the figure darted through the labyrinthine paths of the stone forest, feet barely touching the dust-covered g

“Where in the realms did you procure such a vast number of high-tier spirits? Could it be that you are one of the legendary Demon Slayers?” Kartika inquired, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and suspicion that danced across her delicate features.Arga let out a low, knowing smile. At his sides, Intan and Rukma mirrored his expression—they had long grown accustomed to the extraordinary collection of spirits that dwelled within their companion, having witnessed feats that would leave even the most seasoned realm-travelers breathless.“Tell me, would these be enough to settle the full price of everything here?” Arga asked, his voice carrying the quiet confidence of one who understood the weight of his own power.“Sir, even if you had offered nothing more than the single Black-Horned Demon Spirit, it would have been more than sufficient to cover the cost of every item in this establishment,” Kartika replied, her words flowing with the reverence reserved for treasures of immense value.