The movement of time in the Southern Sector felt as though it was running linearly without interruption. When the position of the stratosphere sun shifted exactly above the vertical axis of The Nomad Sanctuary, the blue radiance from the great symbol of Malakar in the front yard no longer released a misty vapor, but rather a dense light radiance that shifted to lock the soil moisture. This sector was truly designed to remain stable, no matter how extreme the fluctuations of the external Mana were shaking the primary defense circuit of the hovering valley in the North Sector.Ethan Eldravar sat cross-legged atop the rock platform located exactly beneath the shadow of Malakar's meteorite pillar. His loose linen shirt moved slowly brushed by the cold canyon wind, revealing the flow of the blood circuit on his right arm which now glowed a light blue with a regular rhythm. In front of him, Elian and Sora were already fast asleep on the side terrace, exhausted after expending their morning

The air humidity in the underground ventilation corridor of Lumireth felt so heavy, jammed by the aroma of rust and the remnants of dirty silsit energy combustion discharged from the main engine room of the fortress. The rock floor beneath Ethan Eldravar's tactical shoes was no longer coated by the soft sanctuary grass, but rather a rough stone surface wet with poisonous groundwater seepage. Every drop of water falling from the stone ceiling reflected the radiance of the Iron Reavers defense indicator lights blinking a constant red along the horizontal wall.Ethan stood in a crouching position, the silent disguise robe given by Elena wrapping perfectly over his meteorite armor, absorbing all mechanical Mana leakage down to level zero. Behind him, Isyra Nyxaris moved like a fluid silver shadow. The silsit bow in Isyra's hand was already stretched half a pull, locking a linear focus on the corridor bend twenty meters ahead of them.Jaxon was in the hindmost position, kneeling with one k

Ethan Eldravar's footsteps echoed rigidly as he passed the threshold of the secondary iron door which had just been paralyzed by Jaxon. Inside this core interrogation room, the atmosphere truly felt much more eerie compared to the outer corridor. There was no radiance of liquid lava piercing the glass walls here, what was there was merely a dense darkness only broken by a single static silsit flare colored a dim purple on the room's ceiling, projecting a long shadow draft and blurry distortions over the rock ground floor.The cold air from Ethan's third-stage circuit passively crept forward, creating thin ice crystals along the surface of the rusted metal interrogation table in the center of the room. In the furthest corner, behind the underground iron bars electrified by the remnants of a dead magnetic current, a middle-aged man sat limply with both of his hands chained horizontally to the wet rock wall.The man truly looked highly skinny. His tattered linen clothes were filled with

The rumble in the sky of the Western Sector was truly at a different level compared to the quiet silence of the Southern Sector they had just left a few hours ago.As soon as Rion flapped his giant ice wings cleaving the middle stratosphere cloud layer, the visual draft that welcomed Ethan Eldravar was a macro blizzard vortex revolving vertically like a giant ice wall dividing the sky. The sound of the silsit wind roaring mixed with the thumping of corrosive energy cannons from Axandra's heavy armor division armada resounded incessantly, creating a kinetic vibration echo that truly shook the entire air perimeter of Valtherion.Ethan gripped the handle of his black meteorite sword which was still driven into Rion's back plate. His tactical helmet visor continued to perform light intensity adjustments automatically to filter out the magical flashes exploding randomly in front of their flight trajectory.Behind him, Isyra stabilized her position by resting both of her knees on the dragon

The radiance of the green silsit lamp inside the main room of the Southern Sector wooden house projected rows of constantly moving data matrices. After hours of being in an intensive care phase, Ethan's father was now already able to sit upright in one of the wooden chairs, accompanied by Mikaila who continuously monitored his energy circuit pulse.Although the remnants of physical fatigue still lingered on his old face, the deep blue pair of eyes belonging to the Eldravar veteran had truly already re-radiated the sharpness of a knight who refused to bow to the pressure of time.Jaxon stood at the side of the stone table, his fingers moving nimbly atop the long-distance wireless communication console panel. With three rhythmically regular mechanical taps, he locked the third-layer encryption on the micro satellite transmitter, connecting the southern sanctuary perimeter with the secret networks in the two other sectors. Instantly, three intermittent blue holographic silhouettes appear