The first thing he saw was a pair of boots. Brown leather boots stepping over soft green grass. The world around him felt far away, blurry, and unclear. It was like looking through water or thick mist.Ahead of him, a girl ran across a wide field full of colorful flowers. Long white hair flowed freely behind her in the wind. A small crown of flowers sat on top of her head. She wore a simple green dress that swayed gently with every step. Her skin seemed to glow softly under the bright sunlight.She was beautiful. Almost too beautiful, like a goddess walking through a dream.She laughed as she ran, but he could not hear her voice. Everything sounded muffled, distant, and disconnected.Then suddenly, someone appeared right beside him. It was a young man with dull black hair. He wore a simple brown shirt and rough trousers. His face was nothing special—not handsome, but not ugly either. It was the kind of face people would easily forget after meeting once.The young man turned to look at

The scene changed again. Everything shifted without warning or clear transition. One moment Tordas was resting under the branches of that ancient tree, and the next moment he was running.The world around him felt so vivid it seemed real. Every sound, every movement, every breath felt sharp and clear, as if he was actually there. Yet at the same time, it felt distant. Like a dream. Like an old memory pulled from deep in the past. Like watching something that happened long ago, not living it right now.The scenery changed quickly around him. Trees blurred past in streaks of green and brown. Mountains appeared and vanished on the horizon. Wide fields flashed by under a sky that shifted from morning light to afternoon sun in just a few seconds. Nothing stayed still. Nothing remained fixed.Only three figures stayed clear and steady.Xeno. Prana. And himself.Xeno ran ahead, leading the way. Tordas could only see his back as the future king moved fast through winding forest paths, never s

Xeno started running again, his legs pumping hard as he dashed toward the thick smoke rising in the distance. Beside him, Prana floated just above the ground. Her lips moved quickly in a soft chant that no one could hear. Her eyes glowed faintly with green light, and the air around her hummed with quiet energy.Suddenly, she stopped chanting. She turned her gaze toward Tordas and reached out one hand. A soft pulse of magic shot out, hitting him right in the chest.Thump—THUMP!A huge, powerful heartbeat echoed inside Tordas’s chest. It was so loud and strong that it shook his whole body. He froze for a second, eyes wide, as the feeling spread through every part of him.Then, with a loud shout, Tordas burst into motion.“AAAAAGHHHHHH! Hey Xeno! I won’t let you outrun me!”He laughed loudly, his voice full of energy and excitement as he sprinted faster than before.“I’m not going to let you take all the glory, you hear me! Hahahaha!”Wait… what?!Deep inside Tordas’s mind, Tyda stared i

Tyda ran as fast as his legs could carry him, his breath coming in sharp, heavy gasps. Every step pounded against the ground, pushing him forward toward the thick smoke and rising chaos coming from Lerin Village. Even before he could see what was happening, he could feel the tension in the air—thick, heavy, and dangerous.Suddenly, he slammed his feet down and skidded to a halt.His eyes went wide with shock. High above the village, a figure floated in the sky. They wore long silver robes that shimmered even in the dim light. Right beneath them, a large dark circle spun slowly, growing bigger and darker with every passing second. Hanging in the center of that circle was a huge stone, pulsing with thick, twisted energy that felt wrong and corrupted.What in the world…! What is that thing?!Tyda’s heart began to race wildly.“Lerin Village is going to be destroyed!”Just as the stone started to drop downward, three strong barriers shot up from the ground all at once. A wall of sharp, bi

A tall young man with short gray hair stood under the three ancient spirits of Prana. The ceremony to awaken his mana had finally reached his turn.A soft stream of white light came down from the sky and wrapped around his whole body. It sank deep into his chest, spreading a warm feeling through every part of him.All around, the other people taking part leaned in to watch. Whispers started right away.“Virtue Mana.”“That’s the weakest kind you can get.”“Too bad. He probably won’t go very far with that.”The gray-haired boy just kept his head down. He didn’t smile, and he didn’t argue. He just accepted the result quietly.Weakest? he thought. Then I’ll work until I’m stronger than anyone else, no matter what kind of mana I have.Right after the ceremony, he left the capital city. He turned down every offer from guilds and teachers. Instead of going after fame or rank, he chose to live all by himself.Deep inside a huge forest, he found a wide river with fast, rushing water. Using on