《Evocaier Chronicle》


 Chapter 1: Operation to Retake Paxluma

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    In an era lost to the mists of time, the Kingdom of Elysium rose to unparalleled glory, ruling over the land of Vesteria. At its heart stood Paxluma, a city brimming with divine splendor¡ªradiant and awe-inspiring. It was more than just the seat of governance; it was a beacon of culture, magic, and boundless innovation. The people of Vesteria wielded a mystical energy known as Evocyte, and those who mastered it were called Evocaier. The city''s streets were alive with energy, skilled Evocaier walking among the populace, their powers driving progress, and the city''s towers reaching skyward as symbols of hope and advancement.


    Yet, this golden age was brutally shattered by the arrival of the Cataclysmaris¡ªterrifying creatures from the void. Their onslaught marked the dawn of an unending age of darkness. With unmatched ferocity, the Cataclysmaris obliterated Paxluma, transforming its once magnificent streets into desolate wastelands. Their rampage swept across Vesteria, annihilating nearly every corner of the realm and plunging the land into profound despair.


    In the wake of this apocalypse, hope seemed extinguished. The land lay in ruins, and its people, broken and disheartened, faced an encroaching darkness that threatened to consume all.


    Yet, from the ashes of despair, a new light emerged¡ªthe Evocaier Order. Formed from the remnants of Elysium''s greatest organizations¡ªthe Mage Association, the Holy Knight Covenant, and the Eye of Elysium¡ªthey united under a shared purpose. Guided by the wisdom of Shining Virtue, the strategic brilliance of Cal Vatheriael, and the might of Alev Theador, the Evocaier Order became a bastion of resistance, unified in an unwavering effort to vanquish the Cataclysmaris and restore hope to the world.


    Through courage and perseverance, the Evocaier Order achieved monumental victories. They succeeded in driving back the darkness, sealing Abyssal Breaches across the world¡ªfrom barren deserts to frozen tundras. Each triumph kindled a spark of hope in the hearts of survivors.


    But the final and most terrifying challenge still loomed¡ªthe heart of the Cataclysmaris threat, located in the ruins of Paxluma. Now a forgotten wasteland, this site housed the last and largest Abyssal Breach. Whispers of ancient terror spoke of a lingering evil, the true source of the Cataclysmaris, buried deep within the city¡¯s broken remnants.


    With the Abyssal Breaches sealed and their strength renewed, the Evocaier Order now stands on the brink of their most critical mission. They prepare to confront the darkness at its source and eradicate the evil festering within the ruins of Paxluma. Their resolve is unshakable, their bravery unmatched, as they face the shadows that once engulfed the beacon of hope.


    [Chapter 1: Operation to Retake Paxluma, Year 381 Ad Felicitas]


    [Location: Ruins of Paxluma]


    The air in Paxluma felt heavy in Drifter''s lungs, every breath carrying the scent of dust and destruction. His eyes swept across the scene before him¡ªthe ruins of the holy city, now a mere shadow of its former glory. The cracked stones beneath his feet formed patterns like dead veins, reminding him of humanity''s fragility.


    In the distance, Shining Virtue, the First Grandmaster, stood tall, his golden hair gleaming under the darkened skies. His pointed Elven ears twitched slightly, catching every sound in the oppressive silence. Drifter observed how the Grandmaster''s golden eyes radiated unshakable resolve.


    "Stand firm," Shining Virtue''s voice sliced through the quiet.


    "The light within us will prevail, even against this darkness."


    In his hand, the radiant Radiantella Solarion, her spear of light, shimmered with brilliance. The runes etched across its surface pulsed with their own life, casting beams that pierced the gloom like a final beacon of hope.


    Drifter felt the presence of his comrades beside him. Jaden stood, his black-and-gold armor vibrating with energy. The muscles in his arms tensed, ready for the battle ahead. On the other side, Vina, her cloak billowing gently, let her fingers dance with shimmering light magic. Her deep violet eyes were fixed ahead, every movement deliberate and calculated.


    The cold bit into their bones, but it wasn¡¯t just the air¡ªit was something deeper, darker, lurking in the shadows. Drifter felt magical energy crackling at his fingertips, like electricity waiting to explode.


    "As usual, let''s finish this," Jaden whispered, his voice rough and restrained.


    Drifter gave a small nod, his eyes locked on the yawning Abyssal Breach in the distance¡ªa monstrous black hole that awaited them with boundless rage.


    "The last Abyssal Breach, finally," he muttered, his voice as cold as crystallized ice.


    Vina moved with a grace only an experienced mage could possess. Her hand reached into an old leather bag that had accompanied her for years. Her slender yet strong fingers pulled out an Elysian Wardstone, a mystical blue stone glowing faintly.


    "Let¡¯s hope this works," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with determination.


    One by one, Vina handed out the Wardstones. Each transfer was an intimate moment¡ªan unspoken promise exchanged between comrades. Drifter felt the subtle vibration of the stone as it touched his palm, its rhythmic pulse syncing with his heartbeat.


    "What about you?" Drifter caught a flicker of concern in Jaden''s dark eyes as he questioned Vina.


    "I¡¯ve got mine. Let¡¯s all make it through this," she replied, her voice quivering briefly before regaining its strength.


    In the distance, Shining Virtue¡¯s voice rang out once more.


    "Today, we take the fight to them. Today, we do not retreat!"


    Sigils of light erupted in the air, forming gleaming armor around the group. Drifter watched every line and curve that formed¡ªeach telling a story of countless battles.


    Blue energy coursed through Drifter''s body, familiar yet always exhilarating. His black armor hugged his frame like a second skin¡ªcold, hard, impenetrable. His black cloak billowed in the wind, its edges brushing the air like a living shadow.


    "May the Creator bless us," he whispered, the ancient words now a personal ritual before every battle.


    In his hand, Exaltare manifested¡ªa dark gray sword with curves resembling wild vines, its tip claw-like and poised to strike. Blue energy pulsed along its blade, illuminating its runic carvings with limitless power. Drifter felt the familiar connection to his sword, like reuniting with a long-lost part of his soul.


    Beside him, Jaden summoned his black greatsword¡ªNacht Zweihander. Blue flames licked its edges, casting dancing shadows across his tense face.


    "Let¡¯s go," Jaden muttered, the simple word carrying a thousand meanings.


    Vina raised her hands with practiced elegance honed over years. A protective shield materialized around them¡ªa soft yet powerful yellow light, like a warm blanket shielding them from the storm to come.


    "Stay safe, both of you," she urged, her voice calm but filled with commanding authority.


    The wind whistled through the ruins, carrying the scent of burning metal and destruction¡ªan all-too-familiar smell for Drifter. Moving in perfect harmony with Jaden and Vina, their bodies coordinated in a battle dance rehearsed thousands of times.


    Exaltare gleamed whenever light touched it, its metal blade vibrating with hidden energy that only Drifter could sense. The blue fire surrounding Nacht Zweihander spiraled with mathematical precision, while Vina¡¯s light cocooned them in an invisible shield that trembled with lethal intensity.


    The air buzzed with unspoken tension. Drifter noticed Vina freeze beside him, her dark violet irises darting sharply, tracking every movement of the strange black figures flickering between dimensions. Shadows quivered, splitting the air like fractured glass.


    Their footsteps echoed among the ruins of the city. Drifter felt the air around him grow thicker, as if being drawn toward something far ahead. The pulse of the Cataclysmaris throbbed in the distance, resonating like the heartbeat of a colossal creature hidden beneath the ground.


    "They¡¯re coming," Drifter whispered, his eyes trained on the subtle changes in the air, honed by hundreds of battles.


    A roar tore through the air, its vibrations rattling every brick and fragment around them. From a torn dimensional rift emerged an Othrupinel-class¡ªa creature whose body defied every logical geometry Drifter had ever known. Its form shifted and fractured, constantly reforming itself like a living nightmare. Sharp metallic tendrils lashed out, carving deep scars into the broken streets.


    Drifter studied their flickering red eyes, each movement of the creature etched into his mind with lethal precision. Overhead, the blackened sky churned like boiling liquid. An imposing Gravephoma-Class hovered arrogantly, its massive core spinning within a vortex of dark energy. Crimson and violet roots dangled from its underside, as though trying to drain life from the already dead earth.


    "Blade Swarm," Drifter murmured the spell in a low, almost inaudible tone.


    Blue sigils flared in the air, spinning at speeds too fast for ordinary eyes to follow. A dozen glowing swords materialized from the void, their sapphire trails slicing through the air like a meteor shower. Each blade moved with perfect precision, cleaving through the Cataclysmaris with terrifying accuracy.


    "Damn, as sharp as ever," Jaden threw a brief grin before charging forward, swinging his greatsword in deadly arcs of fire.


    Vina¡¯s light magic surged outward, forming a shimmering shield that enveloped them. Drifter watched her radiant energy freeze the creatures mid-attack, leaving them exposed to Jaden¡¯s fiery strikes and his own calculated blows.


    The battlefield was thick with magical energy. The Cataclysmaris lashed out with deadly tendrils in all directions, leaving dark trails in the misty air. Drifter watched as his comrades moved in a formation forged through countless battles.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    The Venators held their positions, loosing glowing arrows of energy that glittered with lethal brilliance. The Sorcerers commanded the elements with awe-inspiring skill¡ªflames burned red-hot, ice shimmered in frigid blue, and bolts of purple and blue lightning crackled with furious energy, striking like angry serpents.


    The Mages, clad in white robes, moved quickly among the ranks, casting protective barriers and channeling healing energy to their wounded allies. The Rune Arbiters darted like shadows among the enemy, their swords and daggers flashing in brief bursts of light within the thick air.


    Jaden, along with the Valiants, swung their greatswords with deadly precision. Each strike left trails of magical energy humming in the air. At the front lines, the Holy Knights stood unshaken, their shields glowing with holy light as they absorbed wave after wave of attacks.


    The Arcane Sabers, like Drifter, moved with lethal grace. Their blades danced through the air in choreographed formations, slicing through the Cataclysmaris as if they were paper. With one hand, they guided their swords with unmatched skill, while the other unleashed blasts of energy that struck unerringly.


    The tension in the air was electric. Drifter noticed Vina freeze beside him, her deep violet eyes alert and following every flickering movement of the strange black figures phasing between dimensions. Shadows trembled, fracturing space like shattered glass.


    A black figure emerged from the void¡ªnot fully solid, not fully liquid. Drifter watched its body throb like a dark heart, its organic armor sheathed in a transparent membrane that refracted light unnaturally. Its elongated limbs moved at impossible angles, its joints bending beyond any geometry Drifter could comprehend.


    Its surface shimmered between metal and flesh, glistening like wet obsidian. Its sharp triangular head bore no eyes, only a pulsing black void that churned with a rhythm that made Drifter''s stomach churn. A faint light flickered around it, forming a translucent silhouette that moved in defiance of physics.


    "That¡¯s... not normal," Vina whispered, her voice nearly lost to the rising wind.


    Drifter sensed the tension in Jaden, who tightened his grip on Nacht Zweihander. The blue flames encasing his sword flickered erratically, as if responding to the looming threat.


    "What the hell is that?!" Jaden shouted, breaking the silence as the translucent creature suddenly materialized behind him, its razor-sharp claws narrowly missing his back.


    "It¡¯s shifting dimensions... Stay sharp," Drifter analyzed coldly, his eyes locked on the creature¡¯s unpredictable movements. He glanced at Vina, realizing her magic might be their only hope to neutralize the anomaly.


    The Cataclysmaris flickered back into view, its dimensional shifts so rapid that faint trails of dying auroras lingered in its wake.


    With a sudden, heart-stopping movement, the creature lunged straight at Drifter.


    "Damn it... too fast," Drifter growled, raising Exaltare, its blade gleaming with a bloodthirsty glow.


    "Wait, I¡¯ll block it," Jaden stepped into the creature¡¯s path, his resolve burning as fiercely as the fire on his sword, which roared and heated the air.


    "Be careful, Jaden. Don¡¯t overdo it," Drifter warned, his tone calm but edged with authority. He knew how easily his friend could lose himself in battle.


    "Serenity¡¯s Glow," Vina lifted her staff with graceful, lethal precision.


    A radiant golden shield enveloped Jaden, shimmering like molten metal alive under the darkened sky. Drifter observed the trembling light forming a near-blinding protective barrier.


    "Stay safe, big brother," Vina whispered, her usual calm voice tinged with worry.


    Jaden gave her a sharp nod as the flames on his Nacht Zweihander surged, licking the air with a ferocious hunger. Drifter could feel the heat radiating from each of Jaden¡¯s breaths, blue sparks spinning around his blade like deadly fireflies.


    The Cataclysmaris flickered back into sight, its dimensional shifts leaving faint ripples of torn mist. Drifter watched as the translucent creature attacked Jaden with claws so sharp they seemed to slice the very air.


    "Come on, then!" Jaden shouted, his jaw clenched in defiance, daring the creature to face him.


    The translucent claws struck against the Serenity''s Glow shield, creating waves of golden light rippling like water across a tranquil lake. Drifter watched as the shield trembled but held firm, while Jaden gritted his teeth, the flames on his sword flaring brighter with every passing second.


    "Hold it there, big brother. I¡¯m locking it down!" Vina called out.


    Golden sigils began spinning in the air, forming an intricate web of light. Drifter observed as the lattice of energy spun faster and faster, trapping the Cataclysmaris like an insect caught in a spider¡¯s web. Streams of blue and gold energy pinned the creature, halting its dimensional shifts.


    "Now," Drifter commanded, his voice cold, carrying the weight of death.


    Sapphire light exploded from his body as he vanished and reappeared behind the ensnared creature. Exaltare gleamed in his hand, the sword pulsing with deadly energy that made the air hum with power.


    "Azure Tempest!"


    The glow of Exaltare sliced through the air like a massive pair of scissors cutting through the fabric of reality. Blades of glowing blue light spun around Drifter, dancing in a deadly rhythm only he could comprehend. Each swing carved translucent blue lines into the air, frozen like lightning caught in slow motion.


    The Cataclysmaris trembled as the first vibrations tore through its form. Drifter saw fine, hairline cracks spreading across its armor, crawling outward like fracturing ice. The metallic clang of breaking plates filled the air, an echoing dirge of inevitable destruction. Piece by piece, the armor splintered away.


    "Hell yeah! You¡¯re done for now!" Jaden roared, charging forward with fiery determination.


    The blazing Nacht Zweihander greatsword came crashing down in a deadly arc, its blue flames incinerating the disintegrating creature. Drifter watched as Vina unleashed a brilliant beam of energy from her staff, piercing the crumbling form like a lance of pure light.


    The glowing sigils shattered like glass under a hammer, scattering fragments of light into the air. The battlefield fell silent for a moment, as if holding its breath.


    Drifter knelt amid the ashes and lingering glimmers of light, his fingers brushing away the scorched dust to reveal a cold Black Cube. The obsidian object pulsed faintly in his hand, emitting a red glow from swirling engravings that throbbed like a living heartbeat.


    A low voice echoed through the suddenly heavy air. Blue lightning crackled across the battlefield, casting horrifying, dancing shadows. The ground trembled beneath Drifter¡¯s feet, carrying an unseen threat.


    "Drifter! Look out!" Jaden¡¯s shout split the air, filled with rare fear.


    The sky split open in a blinding burst of blue light. Drifter turned to see a figure emerge from within¡ªa storm given form. Its towering shape gleamed with crackling streams of energy, a semi-transparent silhouette swirling with uncontrollable chaos.


    The creature¡¯s prismatic armor pulsed with blue light, etched with glowing sigils that beat to an invisible rhythm. Drifter watched its every movement leave behind trails of shimmering light, like lightning caught in a whirlwind.


    Its helmet flowed seamlessly into its armor, rippling with static energy that made the hairs on Drifter¡¯s neck stand on end. Where its face should have been was an infinite void filled with stars, with two cold, blue eyes shining like dying celestial bodies.


    A cloak of energy cascaded from its form, shifting between storm clouds and transparent mist, with bolts of lightning snapping at its edges like furious, serpentine whips. Surrounding it were dozens of spinning hexagonal shields, their crystalline cores glowing faintly, connected by arcs of electricity forming a chaotic, controlled web.


    In its grip, the creature held a massive weapon forged of void lightning¡ªa semi-transparent blade surging with unstable energy, its edges glowing with pure destructive intent. The air around it warped and trembled, as though reality itself bent to its terrifying presence.


    The Black Cube in Drifter¡¯s hand grew hot, nearly burning him. Whispering voices slithered into his mind like toxic smoke.


    Help... us...


    Pain shot through Drifter¡¯s chest like a thousand icy needles. He staggered, struggling to keep his balance as the world spun around him.


    "Get out... Leave...!"


    The scream was raw and desperate, but the voice didn¡¯t relent. It coiled tighter around Drifter, constricting like a serpent crushing its prey. His vision blurred, a deadly cold spreading through his veins like poison. His arms felt numb as the Cube¡¯s pulsating energy dug deeper into his soul.


    "Drifter?" Vina¡¯s voice sounded distant, like a call from the depths of a well.


    Drifter opened his mouth to respond, but no sound came out. He was drowning in the endless, alien whispers, each one choking the air from his lungs like an unyielding noose.


    Jaden moved swiftly, placing himself between Drifter and the Lightning Entity. His greatsword burned with furious blue flames.


    "Drifter! Just drop it!" Jaden shouted, his voice laced with rare, genuine concern.


    The Cube pulsed harder in Drifter¡¯s grip, veins of glowing red light creeping up his arm like fiery, living roots. His fingers twitched involuntarily¡ªthey no longer felt like his own.


    The Lightning Entity advanced with a terrifying grace, its shields crackling with arcs of deafening blue electricity. Each step left faint ripples of energy that distorted the air around it, its cold, glowing eyes fixed solely on the Cube as though it was the only thing in existence.


    Jaden¡¯s sword came crashing down with a fiery roar, striking the glowing shield that erupted outward. The impact sent him staggering back, his teeth gritted against the blow that nearly fractured his bones.


    In a flash, the creature¡¯s weapon split into twin lightning blades, crackling violently. It moved faster than the eye could follow¡ªthere one moment, gone the next¡ªleaving streaks of blue light carving through the battlefield like open wounds.


    "No way¡ª" Jaden¡¯s voice choked, filled with disbelief.


    Another lightning strike slashed through the air, forcing Jaden to leap aside. The flames of his sword struggled to keep pace with the creature, which seemed to dance between the fragments of time.


    Beside him, Vina raised her staff in a desperate motion, weaving a protective spell that shimmered like a golden web against the tense atmosphere.


    "Keep moving! It¡¯s reading our every move!" Vina shouted in warning.


    The twin lightning blades flickered again in impossible movements, slicing through Vina¡¯s shield like paper. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she staggered backward, hastily reconstructing her shredded spell.


    Meanwhile, Drifter¡¯s breaths came in short, shallow bursts, as though unseen hands were crushing his lungs. His voice quavered as he struggled to wrest the Black Cube from his own uncontrollable grip.


    "Don¡¯t..."


    The ground quaked beneath his feet, trembling with a chilling pulse that seemed to originate from the depths of the earth like the heartbeat of an ancient monster. Dark energy spiraled around Drifter, forming a vortex that consumed all light. Reality itself cracked before him, black fissures splintering through space like jagged glass.


    He could feel the pull deep within his bones, every inch of his body trembling against its will. His eyes widened as fear crawled from his fingertips to his spine, freezing him in place like frost spreading through his veins.


    "No! Let me go!" his scream fractured amidst the hiss of the swirling black wind.


    The Cube clung to Drifter¡¯s hand like a parasite of darkness, its once-mysterious presence now an unbearable shackle scorching his skin. The pull of its energy grew stronger, dark whispers crashing against his mind like relentless waves eroding his consciousness.


    "Drifter, hold on!" Jaden¡¯s furious roar cut through the air, thick with a suffocating static charge.


    The Lightning Entity darted with the speed of light, ignoring Vina and Jaden as if they were nothing more than minor obstacles. Its cold blue eyes locked onto the Black Cube, their intensity almost tangible. It was mere moments from reaching Drifter¡¯s hand when his body was enveloped in total darkness, swirling in a maelstrom of shadow.


    Drifter¡¯s entire body convulsed violently, as if being torn apart from within by unimaginable power. The Lightning Entity stopped short, its dazzling energy swallowed by the growing shroud of darkness around him.


    The darkness flooded every corner of Drifter¡¯s mind, alien whispers breaking through every barrier of thought he had left. In his final moments of awareness, he glimpsed the Lightning Entity frozen in place¡ªundecided between retreat and attack. Jaden stood just meters away, his brown eyes wide with horror. Vina held her hands aloft in a futile gesture, her usual radiant magic now dim and powerless.


    Then¡ªtotal void engulfed Drifter, pulling him into an endless abyss of nothingness.

 Chapter 2: A Stranger in The Plain

    [Verm Plain - 4th Vespera, Year 1092 Ad Felicitas - Midday]


    Sunlight bathed the plains in a warmth that almost mocked his confusion. Drifter stood still, his eyes locked on the vast landscape stretching before him, a sharp contrast to the destruction he had left behind. Paxluma was gone, reduced to dust. The city, its people¡ªeverything was gone. Now, here he stood, in a land that felt entirely alien. A gentle breeze caressed his hair, carrying the scent of earth and grass. He closed his eyes briefly, feeling the sun''s warmth on his face, but it only deepened his bewilderment. This world felt so real, as if everything around him was challenging his very existence.


    The Black Cube rested in his hand, its surface cold yet pulsing with an eerie energy that felt oppressive. He had no answers¡ªonly more questions.


    "What happened? Where am I?" Drifter muttered, his voice rough and shaky, as if he''d forgotten how to speak.


    Suddenly, a sharp, authoritative voice broke the silence, snapping him back to reality.


    "Don''t move!"


    Drifter felt his heart pound as adrenaline surged through him. His eyes snapped open to find a figure standing before him, radiating an aura of power and composure.


    It was Luna Sabriel¡ªher long black hair flowing with perfect symmetry, a neat side fringe framing her porcelain-white face. A beauty mark below her lip added to her ethereal appearance, while her pale blue eyes, cold as snow, bore into him. She was dressed in a gothic gown of dark fabric, a black corset and skirt exuding elegance and mystery. A single black rose was tucked in her hair, adding a melancholic grace. Her gaze fixed on Drifter with a piercing intensity, freezing the air around them.


    Instinctively, Drifter stepped back slightly, clutching the Black Cube tighter. Though Luna Sabriel made no overtly threatening moves, something in her presence¡ªsomething in the energy she radiated¡ªmade him feel uneasy, as if danger was mere moments away.


    "I mean no harm," Drifter stammered, his voice unsteady. "I¡¯m with the Evocaier Order. We were on a mission to reclaim Paxluma¡ª"


    At the mention of Paxluma, Luna Sabriel''s expression shifted. Her eyes narrowed, her posture stiffened, and every muscle in her body seemed to tense. She seemed to grow taller, her presence pressing down on him like a weight. Her response came in a flat, resolute voice.


    "The mission you speak of... that was seven hundred years ago."


    The words hit Drifter like a blow to the gut. He staggered, his mind racing to process what he¡¯d just heard. He blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend.


    "That¡¯s... that¡¯s impossible. Seven hundred years? No. That can¡¯t be."


    Luna Sabriel¡¯s icy gaze held him in place. Her tone was unwavering, leaving no room for doubt.


    "You heard me. Seven hundred years. Now explain¡ªwhere did you get that?"


    Her focus shifted to the Black Cube in his hand. A fleeting glimmer of recognition flickered in her eyes, and Drifter felt a chill crawl up his spine. Her hand moved slightly, sigils glowing faintly at her fingertips as though she was preparing for something.


    Drifter glanced at the Black Cube, then back at Luna Sabriel, uncertainty etched into his face.


    "I found it during the battle... just before everything went dark. It reacted to something, I..."*


    His words faltered under Luna Sabriel''s unblinking stare. There was something ancient in her gaze, something unsettling.


    She pressed her lips into a thin line, her hand twitching again, but she held herself back.


    "That object is dangerous," she said, her voice steady but interrupted by another¡ªa calm yet commanding voice that cut through the tension in the air.


    "Luna, report."


    Drifter turned toward the sound of approaching footsteps. Two figures emerged from the tall grass, their movements deliberate and precise.


    The first was Friedrich Rosenthal. His golden blond hair was slicked back neatly, and his piercing blue eyes scanned the scene with the discipline of a seasoned commander. His silver armor gleamed under the sun, a fur-lined cloak draped over his shoulders like a shadow of authority. His presence radiated control, strength, and command.


    Beside him was Alma Rosenthal, a stark contrast to her father. Her soft pink hair cascaded in waves, tied loosely to one side with a playful ribbon. Her wide, curious pink eyes immediately focused on the Lumina Core strapped to Drifter''s wrist, as if it were the only thing in the world that mattered. Her delicate attire seemed out of place in the charged atmosphere, yet every step she took carried quiet confidence.


    Friedrich Rosenthal¡¯s gaze remained locked on Drifter, unreadable and steady, while Alma Rosenthal moved closer, her excitement evident.


    Luna Sabriel turned to Friedrich, her expression a mixture of disbelief and uncertainty.


    "This man... he claims to have crossed time, from the past."


    Her voice held an edge of astonishment, as if even she couldn¡¯t believe what she was saying.


    Friedrich Rosenthal remained calm, though his voice carried a sharpness.


    "Crossed time? That¡¯s impossible."


    Drifter opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, Alma Rosenthal stepped forward. Her pink eyes sparkled with curiosity as she stared intently at the Lumina Core on his wrist.


    "Dad, look! That¡¯s such an old model of the Lumina Core!"


    Her tone was light, almost incredulous, as she leaned closer to inspect it, her earlier composure replaced by uncontained curiosity.


    Alma Rosenthal turned to her father, her gaze brimming with conviction.


    "What if he really is from the past?"


    Drifter felt his body stiffen, a chill settling in his gut as anxiety coursed through him. The excitement radiating from Alma Rosenthal only made the situation feel more surreal and uncertain. The Lumina Core on his wrist¡ªrough and bulky¡ªwas a stark contrast to the sleek, modern designs worn by the others.


    Before the tension could deepen, a low rumble shattered the silence, and the air around them turned cold. The grass swayed, and suddenly, the ground trembled under the weight of something heavy. Drifter¡¯s eyes widened as sleek, segmented forms emerged from the earth, their sharp legs glinting like blades.


    Razorpedes.


    The creatures moved with terrifying precision, their bodies undulating like waves as they burrowed into the ground, venomous stingers raised high. The brown Geo Evocyte embedded within them pulsed visibly, its energy glinting like muted lightning.


    Overhead, the piercing cries of Windchaser Hawks echoed as they circled in formation, talons gleaming, wings slicing through the air with predator-like force.


    Then, a massive shadow loomed, dark and menacing.


    Plains Harbinger.


    Its towering form emerged from the mist, its winged silhouette casting an ominous presence across the land. Iridescent feathers shimmered under the sunlight, and its glowing blue eyes locked onto the group with an intensity that made the ground beneath them quake. Its claws raked the earth, carving deep gouges as it advanced with unmatched power.


    Friedrich remained calm, but his voice carried urgency and command as he raised his shield.


    "Luna, Alma¡ªpositions! Prepare for combat!"


    Luna, the ice sorceress, was already moving. Her hands conjured glowing blue sigils that pulsed with magical energy. As she stepped forward, her arms raised, commanding the winds to obey her will. Around her, sigils materialized, and from them emerged sharp, crystalline spears of ice, glinting like shards of glass. With a swift flick of her wrist, the spears launched into the air, striking the circling Windchaser Hawks with deadly precision.


    "I¡¯ll handle the skies."


    Friedrich shifted his stance, lifting his glowing shield. His voice was firm and authoritative, echoing over the chaos.


    "Alma, focus on the Razorpedes! Luna and I will take care of the ones above."


    Blinding light surged from Friedrich¡¯s hand, beams of radiant energy shooting skyward and colliding with Luna¡¯s ice spears in dazzling explosions. The last Windchaser Hawk fell, its body disintegrating into mist and snow before hitting the ground.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    A small smile crossed Alma¡¯s face as her hands glowed with spinning pink and red sigils. Without hesitation, she extended her palm, sending a fireball hurtling toward the Razorpedes, engulfing them in brilliant flames.


    "Got it, Dad¡­ Fireball!"


    Drifter¡¯s heart pounded, but his thoughts cleared. Friedrich, Luna, and Alma were already in action. His body shifted into a combat stance instinctively, his muscles moving on their own.


    He would protect them.


    They might be strangers, and this world might feel alien to him¡ªbut this? This was familiar. As a member of the Evocaier Order, he had sworn to safeguard peace. No matter the cost.


    With swift precision, Drifter summoned his sword, Exaltare, a dark gray blade crackling with power. It gleamed with blue energy, its edge glowing with purpose. For a moment, his confusion was replaced by a singular focus on battle.


    As he stepped forward, a dozen glowing blue swords materialized around him, each one radiating lethal intent. They spun with blinding speed, striking the Razorpedes with unerring accuracy. One by one, their segmented bodies shattered into fragments.


    Then, a deafening screech tore through the air¡ªa low, guttural sound that sent shivers through the battlefield, filling the atmosphere with foreboding.


    The Plains Harbinger descended, its massive wings sending up clouds of dust and debris. The ground quaked beneath its weight.


    Alma¡¯s voice was tight with fear as she shouted,


    "Watch out! Harbinger!"


    The creature¡¯s massive wings unfurled, whipping up fierce winds that scattered debris into the air. It dove with terrifying speed, its claws ripping through the earth with bone-shaking force.


    But Friedrich was ready. He raised Lexivane, his glowing shield, high.


    "Guardian¡¯s Ward!"


    A massive radiant barrier erupted in a flash, fully absorbing the Harbinger¡¯s assault. Sparks exploded as the creature slammed into the shield, shaking the ground. Friedrich stood firm, his muscles taut under the immense pressure. As the barrier faded, a wave of healing energy rippled out, revitalizing his allies.


    Luna, wasting no time, summoned another sigil of frost, her voice sharp and commanding.


    "Frost Nova!"


    The ground beneath the Harbinger¡¯s feet erupted into jagged spikes of ice, freezing its front limbs in place. The frost spread rapidly, slowing the creature¡¯s movements and forcing it to roar in frustration. Its claws scratched at the ice, but it couldn¡¯t break free.


    Drifter vanished in an instant, reappearing behind the massive creature. His sword shimmered as he unleashed Exalt Edge, a sweeping arc of light that tore through the Harbinger¡¯s body. The beast staggered, its agonized shriek echoing across the battlefield. Its glowing blue eyes burned with fury and pain.


    Alma, her eyes wide, followed Drifter¡¯s movements, her breath shallow¡ªa mix of awe and disbelief.


    "How can he move like that?"


    Luna, standing composed and calm, focused on the battle, blue sigils spinning around her hands.


    "Don¡¯t let it recover."


    With a flick of her wrist, sharp ice crystals encased the Harbinger, forming a prison of jagged frost. The creature thrashed violently, roaring its rage as the ice spread over its body, but the frozen cage held firm.


    Drifter disappeared again, reappearing in front of the trapped Harbinger. With a flash of Exalt Shift, a storm of glowing swords swirled around him, each blade radiating deadly precision. The barrage of attacks ripped through the beast¡¯s defenses, shattering its flesh and magic alike. Energy crackled in the air, leaving ghostly trails behind the relentless strikes. With one final, explosive blow, the Harbinger collapsed, its massive body crashing into the earth and shaking the battlefield.


    As the dust began to settle, the remaining Razorpedes fled into the shadows, their threat vanishing.


    Alma, breathing heavily, lowered her hands. Her voice was almost a whisper as the battle¡¯s tension ebbed.


    "Finally¡­"


    Her gaze shifted to Drifter, a mix of disbelief and admiration on her face. Her voice trembled, more to herself than anyone else.


    "You¡­ you fight like you¡¯ve done this a thousand times."


    Drifter dismissed his sword, letting it dissipate into a fine mist. His voice was quiet, yet heavy with something far older than the moment.


    "Maybe¡­ maybe I have."


    Friedrich stepped forward, his shining silver armor reflecting the rays of the setting sun. His steady blue eyes scanned the group, his presence radiating authority and calm. His golden hair gleamed as his glowing shield, Lexivane, dimmed and faded into silence. The dust around them settled, thick and heavy in the newfound stillness. His fur-lined cape hung still behind him.


    "You all fought well."


    His voice was firm yet warm as he placed a reassuring hand on Alma¡¯s shoulder. He glanced briefly at the others before speaking again.


    "Good work, Alma."


    Luna Sabriel stood at the edge of the group, her arms crossed tightly. The black rose in her hair swayed slightly, the lace of her dark gown fluttering in the breeze. Yet her sharp blue eyes remained fixed on Drifter. Occasionally, her gaze flickered to the Black Cube in his hand, watching its faint pulse with a cold, calculating expression.


    "Thank you, but don¡¯t think we trust you."


    Her icy stare locked onto Drifter, unwavering.


    "We still need answers."


    Without waiting for a reply, Luna turned on her heel, her black veil trailing behind her, the hem of her gown brushing the dusty ground as she walked away.


    The Black Cube throbbed faintly in Drifter¡¯s hand, its pulse matching the black veins etched into his dark armor. He gripped it tighter, his expression neutral, though the tension in his body betrayed the weight he carried.


    "You¡¯re right."


    Drifter¡¯s voice was low and firm, with an undertone of something deeper¡ªa spark of resolve buried beneath his words.


    Friedrich stepped closer, his silver armor creaking softly as he extended a hand. The golden light on his hair softened his chiseled features, but his presence remained steadfast, immovable.


    "Your fighting style is unique. Rare, even among seasoned Evocaier veterans."


    There was curiosity¡ªand perhaps a quiet admiration¡ªin his voice as the glow of Lexivane faded into the air.


    "Friedrich Rosenthal."


    Drifter hesitated for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face, but he eventually took Friedrich¡¯s hand. His grip was strong but cautious.


    "Drifter. Glad I could help."


    A faint smile tugged at Friedrich¡¯s lips, though it quickly disappeared, overtaken by the gravity of their situation.


    Alma stepped forward, her pastel pink dress swaying in the breeze. Her bright pink hair framed her gentle features, and her soft pink eyes sparkled with gratitude. Nervously, she fidgeted with her sleeve, but her gaze was warm and genuine.


    "I¡¯m Alma."


    Her voice was soft and sincere, full of unspoken thanks.


    "Thank you¡­ for fighting with us."


    Drifter glanced at Luna, her sharp eyes still fixed on him, her arms folded tightly. Her gaze darted between him and the Black Cube, its faint pulsing reflected in her cold demeanor.


    "Luna Sabriel," Drifter said cautiously. "You said you¡¯re part of the Evocaier Order¡­ and that you were involved in the Paxluma Operation?"


    Luna narrowed her eyes, tilting her head slightly as she studied him with a piercing gaze.


    "And now you show up here, seven hundred years later?"


    Drifter stared into the distance, his expression clouded as though burdened by memories too heavy to bear. A sharp breath escaped his lips, each word laden with unspoken weight.


    "I was under the First Grandmaster¡¯s command. We went to seal the Abyssal Breach in Paxluma," he began, his words faltering as if searching for the right way to continue. His grip on the Black Cube tightened, as though it was the only tether he had.


    "But¡­" his voice dropped, barely audible. Luna could see the depth of his turmoil.


    "When I found this, I was consumed by darkness. When I woke up, I was here."


    He gestured toward the distant horizon, his movements filled with hesitation.


    "Seven centuries later."


    Luna stared at him intently, her expression a mix of curiosity and deep skepticism.


    "Where did you find it?"


    Drifter lowered his head, pausing for a moment of reflection before continuing, his voice quieter this time.


    "We fought a Cataclysmaris... one unlike anything we¡¯d faced before. When it fell, this... thing emerged from its remains."


    A thick silence hung in the air. Alma¡¯s eyes widened in awe and disbelief, while Luna¡¯s sharp gaze grew even more skeptical, focusing entirely on Drifter. Friedrich, typically unreadable, finally broke the silence, his voice measured and heavy with meaning.


    Drifter turned to Friedrich, his expression uncertain.


    "What happened to the operation? What about the First Grandmaster?"


    Friedrich exchanged a brief glance with Luna, then sighed, his voice heavy with finality.


    "The operation failed."


    The words lingered, pressing down like a weight. Drifter asked, his voice breaking with disbelief,


    "No one returned?"


    Luna answered in a flat, almost hollow tone, her gaze flicking briefly to the Black Cube.


    "No one knows what truly happened that day."


    She took a deep breath, as if steadying herself.


    "The Abyssal Breach remains open, but the Cataclysmaris never attacked again."


    Drifter stared at the Black Cube in his hand. The faint, pulsing energy within felt heavier now, more oppressive. His brow furrowed, worry etched across his face.


    "This thing¡­ it feels like no one knows anything about it."


    Alma¡¯s soft pink eyes met Drifter¡¯s, her voice gentle yet firm, laced with hope.


    "You don¡¯t have to face this alone."


    She stepped closer, her gaze steady and reassuring.


    "Come with us to the Verm Evocaier Academy. We can help you, right, Luna?"


    Luna remained at a distance, her arms folded tightly, her expression calculating and cold. The black rose in her hair swayed gently in the breeze as she spoke sharply.


    "We¡¯ll return to the academy. That artifact¡ª"


    She nodded toward the Black Cube.


    "¡ªcould be dangerous. If you come with us, you might find the answers you¡¯re looking for."


    Friedrich, ever steady, stepped forward, his voice measured and reassuring. His calm yet unyielding presence filled the space between them.


    "We have experience with artifacts like this. Let us help you understand it."


    Drifter hesitated, his gaze shifting between the group before finally settling on Alma¡¯s hopeful expression. Her gentle smile pierced through his uncertainty, grounding him. Slowly, he nodded, securing the Black Cube with deliberate care.


    "Alright."


    Drifter¡¯s voice was firm now, his resolve clear.


    "I¡¯ll come."


    Alma beamed, her smile lighting up the moment.


    "Let¡¯s head back. Welcome to the team, Drifter."


    Without a word, Luna turned sharply, her black and white veil flowing behind her as she strode forward.


    "What are we waiting for? Let¡¯s move."


    The group began their journey, their steps sure but the unspoken tension lingering. The weight of the Black Cube and the questions it carried hung heavy in the air, as the uncertain horizon stretched before them¡ªunpredictable yet filled with purpose.

 Chapter 3. Changing World

    [Location: Verm Plain, Near the Translocation Device ¨C 4 Vespera, Year 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    The lush green expanse of Verm Plain stretched endlessly before them, the fresh grass reflecting the glow of the setting sun, creating a gradient of emerald to silver hues. In the distance, ice-capped peaks rose like silent giants, their shadows draping the plains with an air of cold majesty. A cool breeze swept through the landscape, carrying a refreshing chill that did little to ease the tension weighing on Drifter¡¯s chest.


    He walked at the rear of the group, his eyes fixed on the faint glow of the Translocator ahead, its silhouette towering against the darkening sky.


    The Translocator, a polished black stone monolith, glimmered in the fading light. Energy pulsed through the etched symbols on its surface, vibrating softly like a calm heartbeat. At its apex, a crystal of deep blue glowed with an enigmatic light, reflecting off smaller, darker blue crystals beneath it. The stones seemed alive, resonating with the power coursing beneath their surface.


    Drifter felt the familiar warmth of the Black Cube in his pocket, as though the object were drawing his attention, pressing against his fingertips. Its steady pulse remained constant, an unyielding presence. Reflexively, his fingers brushed against the Elysian Wardstone at his side. The soft blue light of the stone illuminated the encroaching shadows, offering a faint glimmer of clarity in an ever-darkening world.


    Clutching the Wardstone, its faint glow cast a halo across his face. Memories surfaced vividly¡ªfragments of a past he couldn¡¯t let go. Jaden¡¯s bright smile, Vina¡¯s calm gaze, and her steady voice as she placed the stone in his hand:


    "We all have to make it through this, okay?"


    His breath hitched as his thumb traced the stone¡¯s surface. The warmth it radiated seeped into him like an anchor, tethering him to something real. Grief crept into his chest, a crushing weight of loss. He gripped the stone tighter, the dimming light a silent reminder of what was gone.


    Drifter exhaled slowly, the burden of the past pressing heavily on his shoulders. The stone¡¯s faint hum resonated in his mind, a comfort that also brought a pang of sorrow, intensifying as darkness cloaked the world around him.


    For the first time in days, something stirred within him. The Black Cube was... silent. No whispers, no voices invading his thoughts. There was a strange stillness, albeit fleeting.


    But suddenly, a voice pierced through the quiet.


    Dear... Drifter...


    The words seeped into his mind, distorted yet oddly soothing. They reverberated both in the air and within him¡ªa duality of warmth and cold, an unplaceable sound that made his head spin. Waves of unease washed over him.


    Drifter spun around sharply, his eyes scanning the fading twilight, his heartbeat accelerating.


    "Who¡¯s there? Show yourself!"


    The air around him grew heavier, the words crawling into his mind like frost. His breath hitched as a strange vibration crept through his bones. His gaze swept over the empty plains, but he saw only faint, shifting shadows. His hand instinctively moved toward the pouch at his side.


    Alma raised an eyebrow, her voice soft with concern.


    "What¡¯s wrong? Do you think someone¡¯s following us?"


    Drifter felt his heart pound, but he forced himself to suppress his unease. His voice came out steady, though the anxiety lingered beneath.


    "...It¡¯s nothing. Sorry. Just my imagination."


    Luna turned sharply, her movements precise and deliberate. Her narrowed eyes fixed on Drifter, scrutinizing him with intensity. Her tone was firm and direct.


    "Are you sure?"


    Drifter hesitated, his gaze drifting toward the Black Cube hidden in his pocket. The weight in his chest grew heavier. Yet he held back. It wasn¡¯t time to share this¡ªhe wasn¡¯t ready to trust strangers with this secret.


    "I¡¯m sure."


    But Luna wasn¡¯t convinced. Her tone hardened, becoming sharper. For a moment, a flicker of concern broke through her typically calm demeanor.


    "You don¡¯t have to lie to us¡­ Tell me, is the Cube speaking to you?"


    Friedrich remained silent, his calm gaze fixed on Drifter, observing every word and movement. As a leader, he knew when to speak and when to let others handle the situation.


    Drifter clenched his hand, tension creeping into his chest like a familiar weight. There was so much he couldn¡¯t say. Would they see him as nothing more than an experiment? A weapon? But as the voice whispered again, faint yet persistent, he realized he was running out of time.


    Finally, he spoke, his voice barely audible, heavy with reluctance.


    "Sometimes¡­"


    He paused, his throat dry, his jaw tightening as memories flooded unbidden.


    "Yes... it whispers."


    Alma looked at him, confusion evident in her expression.


    "Whispers? How can a lifeless object speak?"


    Drifter glanced down at the pocket where the Cube rested. Its faint pulse was barely perceptible, yet to him, it was unmistakable.


    "I don¡¯t know."


    His words were quiet, each syllable weighed down with uncertainty.


    "But I don¡¯t think... I can just let it go."


    His fingers hovered over the pocket, a slight tremor betraying the conflict within him.


    Luna¡¯s expression darkened. A flicker of frustration crossed her face as she stepped closer.


    "Don¡¯t lose yourself to it¡­"


    Friedrich stayed silent, his eyes calm but watchful. His posture remained firm, his presence steady, though he said little¡ªhis actions carried more weight than his words ever could.


    The hum of the Translocator grew louder, the pulse of its energy enveloping them, becoming more tangible. Friedrich stepped forward with purpose, his hand activating the Lumina Core on his wrist. The platform beneath them began to glow, branching veins of Evocyte energy surging through its surface, preparing for the journey ahead.


    Drifter paused, his gaze lingering on the endless expanse of Verm Plain stretching behind them. The cold touch of the Wardstone pressed against his skin, its dim blue glow flickering in the twilight, casting a faint shadow over his face.


    A silent battle waged within him¡ªbetween the weight of his past and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.


    The hum of the Translocator reached its peak, a steady, resonant thrum that filled the air. Friedrich¡¯s voice broke the hanging tension, grounding them all like an anchor in the chaos.


    "It¡¯s time. Let¡¯s go."


    Drifter took a deep breath, feeling the faint pulse of the Black Cube at his side, a weight he could never truly set down. With one last glance at the Verm Plain, he stepped forward. The platform beneath his feet vibrated with coursing energy.


    The light from the Translocator engulfed them, the familiar hum of magic filling the air, and in an instant, they vanished¡ªcarried into the unknown future that awaited them.


    [Location: Nethia City, Verm ¨C Afternoon, 4 Vespera, Year 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    The hum of the Translocator faded like a dying breath, leaving behind a suffocating void. Drifter felt a strange heaviness, as if gravity itself had become an unfamiliar burden. The air tasted alien in his lungs¡ªtoo clean, too pure compared to the dust-choked memories of his past.


    Before him, a gleaming road stretched out like a mirror, a stark contrast to the rough, dirt-covered paths he once knew. Its smooth surface reflected hesitant footsteps, mocking the unease growing in his chest. High above, roads floated in defiance of gravity, challenging the very idea of what was possible.


    In the distance, Alcheriders zipped through the air¡ªfamiliar in shape but entirely transformed. Once, these machines stomped across the ground on sturdy mechanical legs, their movements shaking the earth. Now, they glided like ghosts, hovering just above the ground as though gravity was merely a suggestion.


    Towering crystalline buildings pierced the sky like swords, their sunlit reflections dancing across their flawless surfaces. Gone were the imposing, rough-hewn castles of the past; everything here was a symphony of geometric beauty¡ªalien yet mesmerizing. The world had redefined what beauty meant, a definition that felt like a betrayal to his memories.


    His steps faltered as his gaze fell upon the people walking the streets. The citizens wore robes adorned with golden embroidery and hoods encrusted with diamonds¡ªattire once reserved for nobles in royal banquets. Platinum bracelets and jeweled necklaces floated around their bodies, their ornaments hovering as though guided by invisible strings. Once, such luxuries marked the separation of classes, but now they were worn casually, stripped of their former significance.


    "This..." the words caught in his throat, choked by the bitter irony of history. Clothing that once symbolized power and privilege now seemed commonplace¡ªor perhaps this world had grown so rich that opulence itself had lost its meaning.


    But what truly stopped Drifter in his tracks was their smiles¡ªcalm, genuine, as if this world had never known suffering.


    He stared, searching for cracks in the facade. In his time, when the Cataclysmaris invasion tore the skies apart with Abyssal Breaches, there was no room for smiles or laughter. Fear was the only expression he knew. Yet here, in this dreamlike world, happiness was real. Life had grown from the ruins he left behind, and he wasn¡¯t sure whether to feel joy or despair.


    Ahead of him, Friedrich walked calmly. His silver armor began to dissolve into swirling golden particles, vanishing completely. In its place, he now wore a sleek black suit with a crisp white collar, every movement smooth and natural, as though he had never donned armor at all. Friedrich glanced back, motioning subtly for Drifter to follow.


    Drifter exhaled deeply, his hand brushing against his black armor before deciding to remove it. Blue particles shimmered in the air as it disassembled, leaving him in a simple black tunic that felt¡­ old-fashioned. He stepped forward, but for the first time in a long while, he felt small.


    "It feels like a dream," he murmured, his voice nearly lost in the soft hum of the city. "None of this feels real."


    Light footsteps approached from behind. Luna Sabriel stood beside him, her demeanor like a statue carved from ice. Her piercing gaze bored into him, as if searching for something even Drifter wasn¡¯t sure existed. For a moment, she said nothing, her silence laden with a weight that made Drifter feel exposed.


    At last, she spoke, her tone cold and sharp.


    "Seven centuries, Drifter. The world didn¡¯t wait for you."


    The words struck him like a storm, crashing down from all sides. Seven centuries. The number echoed in his mind, too vast to fully grasp. The world had changed¡ªnot just in appearance but in essence. He tried to breathe, but the air felt heavier, as though gravity had shifted along with time.


    They boarded a Skyrail, and as the train ascended, the crystalline city unfolded before them like a painting too perfect to be real. In the distance, Skyships drifted gracefully, resembling silver fish swimming in an ocean of air. Below, Automatons moved with unnerving precision, their metallic bodies glinting under a sun that felt the same yet strangely different. Everything was too orderly, too controlled¡ªa symphony of technology and magic that once seemed unimaginable.


    What unsettled Drifter most were the passengers around him. The Lumina Cores on their wrists glowed softly, weaving an invisible web of light that connected them. Conversations flowed silently, magical messages moving through the air like unseen currents. He could feel the subtle hum of magic all around¡ªdelicate yet constant, a stark contrast to the raw, explosive energy he remembered from his past.


    Some passengers stood motionless, their eyes fixed on holographic displays glowing in midair, while others swayed gently to music only they could hear. Magic and technology had merged into a seamless dance¡ªwhat was once considered a defilement of the arcane was now a perfect harmony.


    As the Verm Evocaier Academy came into view, its towering crystal spires rose high into the heavens. Drifter could only stare, his awe tinged with sadness.


    Alma pointed toward the building with a small smile.


    "That¡¯s our academy," she said, her voice proud yet gentle.


    Drifter nodded slowly, a faint murmur escaping his lips.


    "It¡¯s... massive."


    But his thoughts drifted back to the Officer Academy Paxluma, once the pride of noble houses. Compared to this, Paxluma felt like a forgotten town.


    The Skyrail came to a halt, and they disembarked, walking toward the academy¡¯s grand entrance. Drifter¡¯s pace slowed as they neared the gates. Banners fluttered on either side, and his throat tightened. The familiar symbol of a glowing blue Lotus, surrounded by the Evocaier Order¡¯s winged crest, was still there¡ªjust as he remembered.


    Yet alongside the blue-and-black crescent moon of the Holy Empire of Selvaria, the white tree of the Conclave of Eldoria, and the red dragon head of Kaen, there were new symbols¡ªones he didn¡¯t recognize.


    Drifter stared, the weight of unfamiliarity pressing down on him once more. The past he clung to felt distant, and the future stretched before him, daunting and uncertain.


    "Selvaria... Eldoria... Kaen..." The words caught in Drifter¡¯s throat, a flicker of hope igniting in his chest before reality extinguished it. The foreign symbols standing alongside those he recognized shattered that brief flame. His world wasn¡¯t entirely gone, but it had transformed into something almost unrecognizable.


    Confusion and disbelief mingled in his voice as he asked,


    "Wait... wasn¡¯t Verm supposed to be part of the Elysium Kingdom?"


    Friedrich replied solemnly, each word weighted by the history he seemed to carry firsthand.


    "It was. But Elysium didn¡¯t survive. After the Cataclysmaris Invasion, everything collapsed."


    Drifter murmured softly, his voice laced with bitter understanding.


    "I suppose... the Civil War had already done enough damage."


    A shadow crossed Friedrich¡¯s face, the lines on his forehead deepening under the weight of memories.


    "Now, Area Zero, Verm, and Verudia are neutral zones under Evocaier Order oversight. As for the rest of Elysium, new nations rose from its ruins¡ªSerrahn Kingdom, Nusa Union, and Arcadia Republic. What once was, still exists... but in a different form."


    A furrow appeared on Drifter¡¯s brow as he tried to comprehend the fundamental changes in the world he had known. The Evocaier Order, which he remembered as protectors and guardians of balance, now governed territories. His voice trembled slightly as he asked,


    "Why control territories? The Evocaier Order was an organization, not a nation."


    Friedrich straightened, his eyes reflecting the burden of centuries. His sigh was heavy, a sound far older than the youthful body he seemed to inhabit.


    "It was meant to stay that way. The Evocaier Order was never intended to become a ruling force. We were protectors, a bastion against any threat, safeguarding the world from destruction. That was our purpose."


    Drifter noticed how Friedrich¡¯s hands clenched and relaxed¡ªa subtle motion most wouldn¡¯t notice, but to him, it revealed an inner struggle. Friedrich continued, his voice quieter, as if confessing a heavy secret.


    "But time changed everything. The descendants of Elysium¡ªthose who survived its fall¡ªbegan to see the Evocaier Order differently. They looked to us not just as protectors, but as rulers, a force with authority. And the so-called neutral zones became more than just a name¡ªthey became symbols of control."


    His final words came out like an admission of guilt,


    "The truth is, those neutral zones were never truly neutral. They¡¯ve always been under the Evocaier Order¡¯s dominion."


    A familiar chill crept down Drifter¡¯s spine, reminiscent of the day he learned the truth about war¡ªa day when idealism crumbled in the face of darker realities. The Evocaier Order had shifted from protectors to rulers, a betrayal of the very principles it once held sacred.


    The gates of the Verm Evocaier Academy emitted a gentle hum, opening with a precision that felt mocking in its elegance. The crystal doors receded into the walls with movements too smooth, too perfect¡ªa stark contrast to the heavy iron gates of the past that groaned and screamed with purpose. Above, the symbol of the Evocaier Order glowed brightly, its light dancing mockingly in the air, as if taunting Drifter¡¯s memories of what it once represented.


    A holographic map floated midair, projecting the academy¡¯s structure in an unnervingly organized layout. The Command Spire loomed to the north like a crystalline dagger piercing the sky. The Academic Wing stretched arrogantly to the west, while the Courtyard, Residential Complex, Training & Recreation Zone, and Research Center fanned out in a perfect symmetry, with an Alcherider Parking Lot neatly tucked below. Everything felt too structured, too modern¡ªalien to his memories.


    "Let¡¯s go," Friedrich interrupted, his voice cutting through Drifter¡¯s wandering thoughts. His steps were resolute as he headed toward the Command Spire, its towering presence casting long shadows that felt like they pierced the heavens.


    The Courtyard sprawled wide, its glowing pathways snaking like illuminated serpents in the dimming light. Students and instructors moved in patterns that were unnervingly precise, their gazes sharp and filled with silent questions. Whispers flowed like icy streams:


    "Who is he?"


    "Why is he dressed like that...?"


    "Is that an old tunic?"


    Friedrich¡¯s steady stride cut through the murmuring crowd like a blade through water. Luna and Alma followed close behind, their faces calm, though the tension in their shoulders was unmistakable.


    [Location: Verm Evocaier Academy, Grand Hall]


    They made their way to the Command Spire and into the Grand Hall, where Luna and Alma paused just inside the entrance. The hall stood as a testament to majesty, with walls adorned in glowing runes that pulsed with ancient energy. The towering ceiling gave the impression that time itself was trapped within the room. Despite its grandeur, a tense energy filled every corner as the holographic projections of four Grandmasters appeared.


    At the head of the table sat Grandmaster Lysander, his presence calm yet commanding. His silvery-white hair cascaded to his shoulders, contrasting sharply with his pale, weathered skin. His eyes scanned the room with quiet calculation, his armor adorned with silver accents that shimmered faintly with a soft golden light.


    Beside him stood Grandmaster Ragnar, a tall, imposing figure with wild white hair and sharp silver eyes that radiated suspicion.


    On the opposite side, Grandmaster Amisha stood partially obscured by shifting shadows, her presence unsettling in its quiet menace.Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    Finally, there was Grandmaster Mina, her burgundy hair falling to her shoulders, exuding an aura of quiet strength and crystalline resonance.


    When Grandmaster Mina¡¯s projection flickered to life, Drifter¡¯s gaze locked onto her. There was something in her presence¡ªa familiarity that stirred emotions he had long buried.


    He spoke in a low voice, though the tension in his words was palpable.


    "So... she¡¯s a Grandmaster now."


    His expression darkened briefly as he struggled to suppress his emotions, standing stiff and tense as his thoughts raced.


    Grandmaster Lysander broke the silence, his voice calm but laden with authority.


    "You¡¯ve returned, Friedrich. Report."


    Friedrich Rosenthal stepped forward, his tall frame unwavering though his voice carried a faint tremor that betrayed the concern beneath his composed demeanor.


    "Grandmaster, we found no new Abyssal Breaches... but what we did find may be far more significant."


    He stepped aside slightly, gesturing toward Drifter. The room fell into a sudden, heavy silence. The Grandmasters¡¯ holograms flickered slightly, their attention narrowing in on the man now in their midst.


    "He claims... to have crossed time, from the past."


    The silence deepened, as though time itself had paused. All eyes turned to Drifter, waiting for him to speak.


    Friedrich continued, his voice steady but carrying the weight of his words.


    "He claims to be one of us, from the era of the First Grandmaster. He says he fought in the operation to reclaim Paxluma."


    The mention of Paxluma rippled through the room like a physical force. The atmosphere grew heavier, thrumming with the weight of memories¡ªof destruction, loss, and the staggering sacrifices of that time. Even Grandmaster Ragnar, whose expression was typically stoic, tightened his jaw, his lips pressed into a thin line as though holding back his thoughts.


    Grandmaster Ragnar voiced his doubt with a sharp, challenging tone.


    "From the past, you say? What proof do you have for this... impossible claim?"


    All eyes turned to Drifter, the weight of their gazes pressing down on him. He stood silent for a moment, old memories stirring within him. Slowly, he reached into his pouch and pulled out an old Lumina Core. Its design was bulkier than the modern versions, a relic of an era long gone.


    Carefully, he placed the Lumina Core on the table. The room collectively held its breath as the device emitted a faint hum.


    But Drifter wasn¡¯t done. He reached into his pouch again and pulled out a second object¡ªthe Black Cube. Its appearance was unlike anything they had ever seen. The Cube seemed to absorb the surrounding light, its surface dark and shifting, as though alive. The air in the room grew colder as the Grandmasters stared at it.


    Grandmaster Amisha, typically composed, looked slightly unsettled. There was a tremor of discomfort in her voice.


    "The Lumina Core... it¡¯s indeed an old model, but that..."


    Her voice trailed off, and the shadows that seemed to cling to her flickered uneasily. Her eyes darted to the Black Cube, her unease palpable.


    "That¡¯s no mere relic. Whatever it is... it feels deeply dangerous."


    Silence reclaimed the room. Drifter felt the weight of their attention but stood firm. His grip tightened around the Black Cube, as though it was the only thing anchoring him to reality.


    At last, Grandmaster Lysander broke the silence, his voice calm but laden with purpose.


    "Drifter, tell us your story."


    The words were simple, but the weight behind them was immense.


    Drifter drew a deep breath, his thoughts spinning. He knew that what he was about to say would change everything.


    "Thank you, Grandmaster."


    His voice was steady, though there was a profound weariness he couldn¡¯t hide.


    "I was there, fighting the Cataclysmaris. One of them dropped this."


    He gestured toward the Black Cube, his fingers brushing its surface with a strange reverence.


    "I picked it up, and in an instant... I fell into darkness. When I woke up, everything was... different."


    His voice lowered as he spoke, memories of that moment flooding back vividly. The sensation of falling through endless darkness, losing all sense of time and space.


    "Whatever this is, I believe it¡¯s connected. I can feel it. Maybe it ties to the Abyssal Breaches... and the Cataclysmaris."


    His words hung in the air, their gravity tangible, like a fog no one could dispel. Drifter felt the faint pulse of the Black Cube beneath his fingers, like a second heartbeat. He couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that the object was pulling him¡ªand everyone around it¡ªtoward something far darker than they could comprehend.


    The room fell silent again. The Grandmasters¡¯ projections exchanged glances, each processing the weight of Drifter¡¯s revelations.


    Finally, Grandmaster Ragnar spoke, his voice skeptical but tinged with something else¡ªan undercurrent of unease.


    "An outrageous claim. This is the first I¡¯ve heard of someone crossing time. There hasn¡¯t been magic like that since the ancient era. If this Cube is truly ancient, we would have known about it by now."


    He turned to the other Grandmasters, seeking validation.


    Grandmaster Lysander shook his head slightly in response.


    "No, Ragnar. But that doesn¡¯t rule out the possibility. There may still be things beyond our understanding."


    The heavy silence lingered as each Grandmaster weighed the implications of what had been revealed.


    Then, Grandmaster Mina stepped forward slightly, her gaze sharp and calculating. Her voice was calm, though an undercurrent of curiosity¡ªor perhaps anxiety¡ªcolored her tone.


    "Let him continue his story."


    Drifter hesitated briefly, the image of the mysterious storm-clad figure vividly etched in his mind, clawing at the edges of his consciousness.


    "Before I arrived here... there was something," he began, his brow furrowing as he pushed forward, discomfort evident in his voice.


    "A figure."


    He paused, then continued, his tone heavy with unease.


    "It wore lightning like armor¡ªalive, like a storm given form. Its movements were precise, almost perfect. Every step seemed to twist the air around it, and the way it fought... it didn¡¯t feel like it belonged to this world."


    He stopped again, his hand unconsciously brushing the Black Cube, seeking comfort.


    "It wielded two blades, brimming with energy that transformed anything they touched. Even its shields weren¡¯t mere defenses¡ªthey moved as extensions of its will, almost as if it could see every strike before it came."


    He exhaled slowly, the weight of the memory pressing down on him.


    "But it didn¡¯t come for us¡ªit came for this."


    His voice dropped to a whisper, his gaze fixed on the Black Cube. His words lingered in the air, a warning impossible to ignore.


    The room was steeped in tension. Grandmaster Lysander¡¯s calm demeanor remained unshaken, though the lines on his face deepened. He had faced countless battles and crises, but this felt... different. Drifter¡¯s presence was like a fragment of an ancient puzzle that didn¡¯t quite fit the present.


    Grandmaster Mina broke the silence, her voice sharp and urgent.


    "Do you know what happened to the First Grandmaster before you came here?"


    Her eyes, as piercing as ever, locked onto Drifter, as though waiting for a revelation that might piece their fractured reality back together. Drifter hesitated, the weight of the question pressing down on him like a physical force.


    "I¡¯m sorry... I didn¡¯t see her."


    The simple answer rippled through the room like a shockwave. Grandmaster Ragnar¡¯s expression darkened immediately, his silver eyes narrowing as if searching for flaws in Drifter¡¯s every word.


    The tension in the room grew colder, broken only by the faint hum of ancient runes etched into the stone. Grandmaster Mina¡¯s gaze grew sharper, her face stern, as the shadow of Paxluma¡¯s fall loomed heavily over the room, haunting every thought and decision.


    Grandmaster Ragnar¡¯s voice cut through the tension, sharp and filled with disbelief.


    "What makes you so sure that thing hasn¡¯t already taken control of you?"


    His fingers twitched slightly, the air around him rippling faintly with restrained energy as he gestured toward the Black Cube. His eyes gleamed with suspicion.


    "An object like that... it must be cursed."


    Drifter stood tall, though the faint tension in his posture betrayed his effort to remain composed. He met Ragnar¡¯s gaze without flinching, his voice calm despite the unspoken turmoil within.


    "If that were true, Grandmaster... wouldn¡¯t you have already felt it?"


    He let the words hang in the air, giving them time to sink in before continuing. His tone remained steady, but there was an unmistakable firmness in his words.


    "I¡¯m still standing here, in control. That alone should tell you enough."


    The room sank once more into an awkward silence. Friedrich glanced between Ragnar and Drifter, his mind racing, his instincts on full alert. The weight of every decision pressed down on him, the future of their world hanging by a thread connected to something far darker than they had anticipated.


    Drifter stepped forward, his voice low but urgent.


    "Please... let me lead a team to Paxluma. We need to know what¡¯s happening there."


    The Grandmasters exchanged uneasy glances. The tension in the room grew heavier, the air colder, laden with uncertainty. At last, Grandmaster Lysander spoke, his voice deep, burdened with history and loss.


    "We¡¯ve tried, Drifter. Teams were sent to Paxluma after the operation... none of them came back."


    He paused, and the room seemed to hold its breath. His gaze grew distant, reflecting on those who had been lost¡ªthose who had failed.


    "The Abyssal Breach there¡ªit¡¯s still active. A doorway to... something beyond our comprehension."


    The mention of Paxluma sent a ripple of unease through everyone present. Each word seemed to conjure bitter memories of a war that had never truly ended.


    Grandmaster Mina¡¯s expression softened, the pain of losing the teams evident in her eyes, like an open wound that time could not heal.


    "We sent our best. Every single one... lost. Too many have died seeking the truth. We can¡¯t afford to lose more."


    Her voice was taut, like a thread stretched too far, ready to snap.


    Drifter stepped closer, his voice steady, carrying a quiet but unshakable conviction.


    "Then let me go. Alone."


    The weight in the room grew heavier still. Silence blanketed them like a storm cloud, filled with words left unsaid.


    "I know the risks. If this Cube truly is the key to sealing the final Abyssal Breach, then my life is insignificant compared to saving all of Vesteria."


    Grandmaster Ragnar folded his arms, his silver eyes gleaming with doubt. Trust was not easily earned from him, and Drifter¡¯s resolve only deepened the storm within him. His skepticism remained¡ªgrowing, if anything. Meanwhile, Grandmaster Mina seemed lost in thought, her gaze distant, haunted by memories that refused to stay buried.


    At last, Grandmaster Amisha spoke, her voice calm yet carrying an edge of hidden meaning. The shadows around her shifted slightly, restless.


    "He¡¯s made up his mind."


    Her words carried weight, as though each syllable added another layer to the already suffocating atmosphere. The shadows at her feet stirred as if mirroring her internal conflict.


    "Perhaps granting his request isn¡¯t entirely reckless. We might uncover something¡ªsomething we¡¯ve missed."


    For the first time, Drifter felt a glimmer of hope. His shoulders straightened slightly, relief flickering across his face, like a breath of fresh air after being submerged for too long. But the moment was fleeting.


    Grandmaster Lysander¡¯s voice cut through the air, sharp as a stone breaking still water.


    "Too risky, Amisha. He¡¯s one of us, even if he¡¯s from the past."


    He paused, his eyes narrowing as if the weight of the world rested in those small, silent moments.


    "Sending him to Paxluma would be sending him to his death. I cannot condone it. We should study the Cube first, uncover its purpose¡ªand destroy it if it¡¯s cursed."


    Grandmaster Mina nodded in agreement, her gaze unwavering.


    "The Cube should be kept under strict guard here at the academy. Our best artifact researchers can focus on unraveling its secrets."


    She paused briefly, her tone shifting to one of pragmatism, measured and calculated.


    "Amisha, send Chimia and her team to investigate ruins worldwide and gather clues. Their expertise in tracking artifacts is unmatched."


    Grandmaster Amisha nodded, her voice agreeing, though her movements carried an air of caution.


    ¡°That works for me. Chimia will get results.¡±


    Grandmaster Ragnar interrupted once again, his tone sharp and decisive, his suspicion dripping from every word.


    ¡°I object to this. There¡¯s one thing I know for sure¡ªdestroy the Cube now! That thing will bring doom to us all.¡±


    Grandmaster Mina¡¯s eyes narrowed, her doubt plain to see, her voice cutting through with an undeniable challenge.


    ¡°Do you truly believe an artifact of this nature can simply be destroyed, Ragnar?¡±


    A tense silence fell over the room. Mina¡¯s question lingered, creating an unmistakable challenge. Ragnar stood tall, his eyes blazing with fury, his unyielding determination shaking the room like a tremor.


    "Let him prove he hasn¡¯t already been corrupted¡ªdestroy the Cube, Drifter, or I will destroy you!"


    The silence that followed was suffocating, the room devoid of movement as if time itself had stopped. Ragnar¡¯s challenge hung in the air like a storm cloud ready to strike, threatening with untamed power.


    Drifter stood firm, his expression hardening, his body rigid. The challenge had come sharp and direct, like a blow to his chest. His hand tightened around the Black Cube, his grip unyielding¡ªas though the object was both his lifeline and the test he could not escape.


    The tension was unbearable, as if the very air had thickened. At last, Grandmaster Amisha shattered the silence with a sharp, protective tone, like the crack of glass fracturing.


    "Ragnar, that¡¯s going too far. He¡¯s just returned from a nightmare none of us can even comprehend."


    But Lysander¡¯s voice carried the most weight, calm yet authoritative, like an anchor holding steady in a storm.


    "Amisha is right. Let him rest, Ragnar. We¡¯ll discuss this again later."


    Before Ragnar could respond, Drifter stepped forward, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.


    "No, Grandmaster. I¡¯ll prove it now."


    In a single motion, Drifter summoned Exaltare, his gray blade glowing with a bright blue light. Without hesitation, he raised it high and brought it down hard on the Black Cube. The sound of the strike reverberated through the room, but the Cube remained unscathed.


    Drifter stood unmoving, his gaze fixed on the Cube, his grip steady despite the failure of his attempt.


    "Again!"


    In an instant, a dozen glowing swords appeared around him, each pulsing with crackling energy. They descended rapidly, raining down on the Cube in a relentless barrage. Yet the Cube held firm, defying every strike, every ounce of power hurled at it.


    The silence was suffocating as Grandmaster Ragnar crossed his arms, his expression still doubtful. Though the skepticism lingered in his eyes, there was a flicker of reluctant acceptance.


    "There¡¯s no other choice. We¡¯ll proceed with this plan."


    Grandmaster Lysander¡¯s voice carried the weight of authority, each word final, like a gavel putting an end to the debate.


    "Then it is decided. The Cube will remain at the academy under heavy guard. Drifter, you will stay here. Friedrich, ensure the artifact¡¯s security."


    Drifter nodded, his voice barely a whisper amidst the deepening quiet.


    "Understood, Grandmaster."


    Friedrich¡¯s response came quickly, firm but carrying a weight of its own.


    "Yes, Grandmaster. I¡¯ll see to it."


    The room fell silent once more as the glowing Evocyte projections of the Grandmasters began to fade, their figures dissolving into shimmering light. Drifter stood motionless, the Black Cube pulsating faintly in his hands, its presence heavy in the air. When the chamber doors closed behind them, the unresolved questions lingered like a shadow, leaving the fate of Paxluma locked away in the echoes of the past.


    [Location: Grandmasters'' Chamber ¨C Varde Sky Fortress, Headquarters of the Evocaier Order]


    Perched high above the clouds of Verudia, the Varde Sky Fortress floated majestically. The colossal structure towered amidst the heavens, its golden domes reflecting the sunlight in a brilliant display. Suspended bridges connected circular platforms in an intricate web of breathtaking architecture. Interspersed throughout were lush green gardens, dotted like jewels upon a sprawling carpet of clouds, lending life to the fortress¡¯s imposing form.


    At the heart of the fortress stood the Grandmasters'' Chamber, a bastion of authority and strategy. The constant hum of countless skyships passing by outside seeped through the thick walls, a familiar symphony of power and vigilance.


    Inside, Grandmaster Lysander sat at his seat, his shoulders slightly slouched under an invisible weight. His long fingers absently fiddled with the Lumina Core on his wrist, betraying a rare unease. After a moment of hesitation, he activated a special sequence on the Core.


    The air before him shimmered, and the image of Luna Sabriel appeared as a projection. Her ice-blue eyes glimmered with a sharpness capable of cutting through even the darkest fog. Her every movement reflected an unshakable discipline, like a perfectly forged blade.


    "You¡¯ve spoken to him? This is about the Cube, isn¡¯t it?"


    The golden aura that typically surrounded Lysander seemed dimmed, as though reflecting the doubt gnawing at his heart. His voice, low and almost a whisper, carried a weight of concern.


    "Tell me, Luna. Is it the same Cube as before?"


    Luna Sabriel received the question with a calm that only came from weathering countless storms. Yet a faint tension flickered across her face, hardening her expression.


    "I¡¯m not sure. Its appearance has changed, but..." She paused, choosing her words carefully.


    "He can hear the whispers. And only him."


    Lysander narrowed his eyes, his thoughts churning as he studied the faintly glowing runes etched into the chamber walls. Their light flickered as though mirroring his uncertainty.


    "But when I spoke to him... he seemed ordinary. Are you certain?"


    Luna inhaled deeply, hesitating for a moment before steadying herself. She touched her Lumina Core, her usually steadfast demeanor wavering briefly before regaining its composure.


    "It always starts small. Whispers that feel like your own thoughts. Until one day you realize..."


    Her gaze sharpened, her tone dropping.


    "The whispers grow louder, Lysander. They always do."


    The room fell into a heavy silence. Lysander felt the crushing weight of what Luna implied.


    "So... Drifter isn¡¯t even aware yet."


    Luna Sabriel¡¯s piercing eyes bore into him as she responded with unflinching certainty.


    "Not yet. But the time may be close."


    Lysander straightened, his expression grim and resolute.


    "We¡¯ll investigate the Cube. I¡¯m counting on you. Chimia has already been dispatched to search ruins for clues that might connect to it."


    He paused, his gaze locking with Luna¡¯s.


    "Luna... watch him. If the whispers grow stronger, you must stop him. Before it¡¯s too late."


    Her reply came cold and resolute, leaving no room for doubt.


    "If it comes to that, Grandmaster, there will be no other choice."


    The tension lingered in the room as Luna¡¯s projection faded, leaving Lysander alone with the crushing weight of their uncertain future.


    [Location: Grand Hall ¨C Verm Evocaier Academy, Late Afternoon]


    Friedrich¡¯s voice rang out, calm yet commanding, each word carrying a weight that could not be ignored.


    "Go ahead. Luna is waiting outside. She¡¯ll show you to your quarters."


    Drifter nodded, trying to shake off the heaviness that clung to him like a shroud.


    "Understood. Thank you." His voice was quiet, nearly swallowed by the vast stillness of the Grand Hall.


    As he stepped outside, the evening air brushed against his skin¡ªwarm, yet tinged with a faint chill. Luna Sabriel stood waiting, her back straight, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the horizon. There was no relaxation in her posture, no room for error in her stance. Her jet-black hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders, a stark contrast to her ice-blue eyes that seemed to pierce straight into his soul. She stood like a statue of frost, imbued with an unyielding discipline that bordered on unnatural.


    In his hand, the Black Cube felt heavier than ever¡ªmore than just an object. Its faint pulses of energy radiated softly, almost like a second heartbeat that resonated with his own. The whispers, though formless and faint, stirred inside him, pressing against his thoughts like waves lapping at a shore.


    Luna turned to face him, her movement fluid but commanding. She extended two items that glimmered softly in the evening light.


    "Here," she said coolly, her voice sharp as an icy wind.


    "Your new Lumina Core... and your identification card."


    Drifter stared at the items warily, as though they were riddles he couldn¡¯t yet solve. The Lumina Core in his hand felt small, light, almost unnervingly perfect. Its surface was smooth, nearly slick, a far cry from the worn and scarred Core he had carried through countless battles. A holographic interface lit up at his touch, numbers and symbols spinning too quickly for him to comprehend. This world spoke a language he no longer understood.


    The other item, the Vytros Seal, felt cold and alien. The crystal card reflected the evening¡¯s light, projecting a spinning hologram of his own face. The eyes in the image stared back at him¡ªempty, digital, and yet meaningful in a way he couldn¡¯t explain. It was him... and yet not him.


    "Your Lumina Core is synced with your identification," Luna explained, breaking his thoughts.


    "Keep the card as a backup."


    Drifter nodded slowly.


    "Thank you," he said quietly, his voice nearly drowned out by the evening wind. He avoided her gaze; something in her stance¡ªso firm, so unyielding¡ªmade him feel smaller. The tension hung heavy in the air, unspoken but tangible.


    The silence broke at last as Luna locked her gaze onto him, her voice cold but resolute.


    "The Grandmasters have ordered the Black Cube to be investigated. Hand it over to me."


    The Cube in his hand pulsed strongly, almost defiantly, as if rejecting the thought of separation. Its energy surged through him, warm and alive, like a part of himself. But orders were orders. Reluctantly, he loosened his grip and let the Cube pass into Luna¡¯s hands.


    As soon as it left him, an emptiness engulfed him, as though a piece of his soul had been ripped away. The whispers vanished, replaced by a silence too stark to endure. The world felt colder, quieter. He tried to draw a breath, but the air felt thinner, less real.


    Luna examined the Cube carefully, her brow furrowing slightly.


    "Why... isn¡¯t it glowing anymore?"


    Drifter froze, his heart pounding. The Cube, once brimming with energy, now sat inert, a lifeless object devoid of the vibrant pulses it once radiated. It wasn¡¯t just an object anymore¡ªit had chosen him, bonded to him in a way he couldn¡¯t explain.


    "What does this mean?" Drifter¡¯s voice trembled with confusion as his hand reached out instinctively, as though to reclaim what had been taken.


    Luna scrutinized the Cube for a long moment, her expression unreadable. At last, she spoke, her voice soft yet firm.


    "Perhaps... it only responds to you."


    The words sent a chill through him. The Cube had chosen him¡ªor perhaps he had become bound to it in a way he didn¡¯t yet understand. What did it mean? And why now?


    "So... what should I do now?" he asked quietly, his voice barely audible over the breeze.


    Luna stepped closer, her presence cold and intimidating like an impending winter storm.


    "For now, you are free to explore the academy. This is your home now¡ªlearn, train, and find your place here."


    Her tone softened slightly, though the authority never left it.


    "But you won¡¯t return to Paxluma. Not without the Grandmasters¡¯ permission. It¡¯s too dangerous. Too many have died there already."


    The name struck him like a blow to the chest. Paxluma. The memories surged back unbidden¡ªscreams, faces lost, battles unfinished. He wanted to return, to complete what had been left undone. But Luna was right. It wasn¡¯t time. Not yet.


    "Understood," he replied, his voice tinged with resignation.


    Without another word, Luna turned sharply and began walking toward the Residential Complex. Drifter followed silently, his steps heavy, his mind burdened with questions. Was this his home now? Or merely a prison he didn¡¯t yet comprehend?


    When they arrived, Luna activated the lights. The room was modern, fully equipped with amenities, yet it felt too foreign to be called home. Strange devices surrounded him¡ªMagisterial Consoles, holographic screens, and other unfamiliar technology that spoke in languages he couldn¡¯t decipher. Luna turned to him, her voice cold but carrying a faint hint of understanding.


    "If you have trouble figuring anything out, contact me or Friedrich. Any questions?"


    Drifter shook his head slowly.


    "No. Thank you, Luna."


    She nodded and walked out with measured steps, leaving the room. The door closed behind her, leaving Drifter alone in the spacious, unfamiliar quarters.


    He stood there for a long time, unsure where to begin.

 Chapter 3.5 Changing World - Part II

    [Location: Verm Evocaier Academy, Grand Hall]


    They made their way to the Command Spire and into the Grand Hall, where Luna and Alma paused just inside the entrance. The hall stood as a testament to majesty, with walls adorned in glowing runes that pulsed with ancient energy. The towering ceiling gave the impression that time itself was trapped within the room. Despite its grandeur, a tense energy filled every corner as the holographic projections of four Grandmasters appeared.


    At the head of the table sat Grandmaster Lysander, his presence calm yet commanding. His silvery-white hair cascaded to his shoulders, contrasting sharply with his pale, weathered skin. His eyes scanned the room with quiet calculation, his armor adorned with silver accents that shimmered faintly with a soft golden light.


    Beside him stood Grandmaster Ragnar, a tall, imposing figure with wild white hair and sharp silver eyes that radiated suspicion.


    On the opposite side, Grandmaster Amisha stood partially obscured by shifting shadows, her presence unsettling in its quiet menace.


    Finally, there was Grandmaster Mina, her burgundy hair falling to her shoulders, exuding an aura of quiet strength and crystalline resonance.


    When Grandmaster Mina¡¯s projection flickered to life, Drifter¡¯s gaze locked onto her. There was something in her presence¡ªa familiarity that stirred emotions he had long buried.


    He spoke in a low voice, though the tension in his words was palpable.


    "So... she¡¯s a Grandmaster now."


    His expression darkened briefly as he struggled to suppress his emotions, standing stiff and tense as his thoughts raced.


    Grandmaster Lysander broke the silence, his voice calm but laden with authority.


    "You¡¯ve returned, Friedrich. Report."


    Friedrich Rosenthal stepped forward, his tall frame unwavering though his voice carried a faint tremor that betrayed the concern beneath his composed demeanor.


    "Grandmaster, we found no new Abyssal Breaches... but what we did find may be far more significant."


    He stepped aside slightly, gesturing toward Drifter.


    "He claims... to have crossed time, from the past."


    Friedrich continued, his voice steady but carrying the weight of his words.


    "He claims to be one of us, from the era of the First Grandmaster. He says he fought in the operation to reclaim Paxluma."


    Grandmaster Ragnar voiced his doubt with a sharp, challenging tone.


    "From the past, you say? What proof do you have for this... impossible claim?"


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    All eyes turned to Drifter, their gazes heavy with expectation. He stood in silence for a moment before slowly reaching into his pouch, drawing out an old, bulky Lumina Core and a black cube.


    ¡°The Lumina Core¡­ it¡¯s indeed an old model, but that¡­¡± Grandmaster Amisha¡¯s voice trembled with discomfort as her gaze shifted uneasily to the Black Cube.


    Her words faltered, her eyes narrowing. ¡°I¡¯ve never seen that relic before. Does anyone here¡­ know what it is?¡±


    But the room remained silent, the weight of unspoken questions pressing down on everyone present.


    At last, Grandmaster Lysander broke the silence, his voice calm yet charged with purpose. ¡°Drifter, tell us your story.¡±


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    Drifter took a deep breath.


    "Thank you, Grandmaster."


    "I was there, fighting the Cataclysmaris. One of them dropped this," he said, his voice steady and resolute.


    He gestured toward the Black Cube, his fingers brushing its surface with a strange reverence.


    "I picked it up, and in an instant... I fell into darkness. When I woke up, everything was... different."


    His voice lowered as he spoke, memories of that moment flooding back vividly. The sensation of falling through endless darkness, losing all sense of time and space.


    "Whatever this is, I believe it¡¯s connected. I can feel it. Maybe it ties to the Abyssal Breaches... and the Cataclysmaris."


    Grandmaster Ragnar spoke, his voice skeptical but tinged with something else¡ªan undercurrent of unease.


    "An outrageous claim. This is the first I¡¯ve heard of someone crossing time. There hasn¡¯t been magic like that since the ancient era. If this Cube is truly ancient, we would have known about it by now."


    He turned to the other Grandmasters, seeking validation.


    Grandmaster Lysander shook his head slightly in response.


    "No, Ragnar. But that doesn¡¯t rule out the possibility. There may still be things beyond our understanding."


    The heavy silence lingered as each Grandmaster weighed the implications of what had been revealed.


    Then, Grandmaster Mina stepped forward slightly, her gaze sharp and calculating. Her voice was calm, though an undercurrent of curiosity¡ªor perhaps anxiety¡ªcolored her tone.


    "Let him continue his story."


    Drifter hesitated briefly, the image of the mysterious storm-clad figure vividly etched in his mind, clawing at the edges of his consciousness.


    "Before I arrived here... there was something," he began, his brow furrowing as he pushed forward, discomfort evident in his voice.


    "A figure."


    He paused, then continued, his tone heavy with unease.


    "It wore lightning like armor¡ªalive, like a storm given form. Its movements were precise, almost perfect. Every step seemed to twist the air around it, and the way it fought... it didn¡¯t feel like it belonged to this world."


    He stopped again, his hand unconsciously brushing the Black Cube, seeking comfort.


    "It wielded two blades, brimming with energy that transformed anything they touched. Even its shields weren¡¯t mere defenses¡ªthey moved as extensions of its will, almost as if it could see every strike before it came."


    He exhaled slowly, the weight of the memory pressing down on him.


    "But it didn¡¯t come for us¡ªit came for this."


    His voice dropped to a whisper, his gaze fixed on the Black Cube. His words lingered in the air, a warning impossible to ignore.


    The room was steeped in tension. Grandmaster Lysander¡¯s calm demeanor remained unshaken, though the lines on his face deepened.


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    "Do you know what happened to the First Grandmaster before you came here?" Grandmaster Mina''s voice was sharp and urgent.


    Drifter hesitated, his gaze dropping briefly.


    "I¡¯m sorry... I didn¡¯t know," he replied softly.


    Grandmaster Ragnar¡¯s voice cut through the tension, sharp and filled with disbelief.


    "What makes you so sure that thing hasn¡¯t already taken control of you?"


    "An object like that... it must be cursed."


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    Drifter met Ragnar¡¯s gaze without flinching, his voice calm despite the turmoil churning within.


    "If that were true, Grandmaster... wouldn¡¯t you have already felt it?"Stolen story; please report.


    "I¡¯m still standing here, in control. That alone should tell you enough."


    "Please... let me lead a team to Paxluma. We need to know what¡¯s happening there."


    The Grandmasters exchanged uneasy glances.


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    Grandmaster Lysander¡¯s deep voice resonated through the room.


    "We¡¯ve tried, Drifter. Teams were sent to Paxluma after the operation... none of them came back."


    He paused, the weight of his words hanging heavily as the room seemed to hold its breath.


    "The Abyssal Breach there¡ªit¡¯s still active. A doorway to... something beyond our comprehension."


    Grandmaster Mina¡¯s expression softened, her sharp demeanor replaced by a flicker of sorrow.


    "We sent our best. Every single one... lost. Too many have died seeking the truth. We can¡¯t afford to lose more," she said, her voice taut with restrained emotion.


    Drifter stepped forward, his resolve unwavering.


    "Then let me go. Alone," he said firmly. "I know the risks. If this Cube truly is the key to sealing the final Abyssal Breach, then my life is insignificant compared to saving all of Vesteria."


    Grandmaster Ragnar folded his arms, his expression unreadable. Meanwhile, Grandmaster Mina¡¯s gaze turned distant, lost in thought.


    It was Grandmaster Amisha who finally spoke, her voice calm and measured.


    "He¡¯s made up his mind," she said. "Perhaps granting his request isn¡¯t entirely reckless. We might uncover something¡ªsomething we¡¯ve missed."


    Drifter¡¯s shoulders straightened slightly, a flicker of relief crossing his face.


    But Grandmaster Lysander¡¯s voice sliced through the moment, sharp and decisive.


    "Too risky, Amisha. He¡¯s one of us, even if he¡¯s from the past."


    "Sending him to Paxluma would be sending him to his death. I cannot condone it. We should study the Cube first, uncover its purpose¡ªand destroy it if it¡¯s cursed."


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    Grandmaster Mina nodded and said, "The Cube should remain under strict guard here at the academy. Our best artifact researchers can focus on unraveling its secrets." She turned to Amisha. "Send Chimia and her team to investigate ruins worldwide and gather clues. Their expertise in tracking artifacts is unmatched."


    Grandmaster Amisha responded with a slight nod. "That works for me. Chimia will get results."


    Grandmaster Ragnar interrupted once again, his tone sharp and decisive, his suspicion dripping from every word.


    ¡°I object to this. There¡¯s one thing I know for sure¡ªdestroy the Cube now! That thing will bring doom to us all.¡±


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    Grandmaster Mina¡¯s eyes narrowed as she spoke. "Do you truly believe an artifact of this nature can simply be destroyed, Ragnar?"


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    "Let him prove he hasn¡¯t already been corrupted¡ªdestroy the Cube, Drifter, or I will destroy you!" Ragnar said, rising from his chair, arms crossed and gaze unwavering.


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    Drifter stood firm, his expression hardening as his body tensed. The challenge struck sharp and direct, like a blow to his chest. His hand tightened around the Black Cube, his grip unyielding.


    Beside him, Friedrich¡¯s eyes widened as he watched Drifter, then he let out a deep sigh.


    "Ragnar, that¡¯s going too far. He¡¯s just returned from a nightmare none of us can even begin to comprehend," Grandmaster Amisha interjected, her tone firm.


    "Amisha is right," Lysander added. "Let him rest, Ragnar. We¡¯ll discuss this again later."


    Before Ragnar could respond, Drifter¡¯s voice cut through, resolute and unwavering.


    "No, Grandmaster. I¡¯ll prove it now."


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    In one swift motion, Drifter materialized Exaltare. Without hesitation, he slashed at the Black Cube. The sound of the strike echoed through the room, sharp and resonant, but the Cube remained completely unscathed.


    Drifter stood unmoving, his gaze fixed on the Cube, his grip steady.


    "Again!"


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    Ragnar sighed, sitting back in his chair with his arms crossed. "There¡¯s no other choice. We¡¯ll proceed with this plan."


    Grandmaster Lysander¡¯s voice cut through the tension, firm and authoritative.


    "Then it is decided. The Cube will remain at the academy under heavy guard. Drifter, you will stay here. Friedrich, ensure the artifact¡¯s security."


    Drifter nodded, his voice barely a whisper amidst the deepening quiet.


    "Understood, Grandmaster."


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    Friedrich¡¯s response was swift and resolute.


    "It will be done."


    The room fell silent once more as the glowing Evocyte projections of the Grandmasters began to fade, their figures dissolving into shimmering light. Drifter stood motionless, the Black Cube pulsating faintly in his hands, its presence heavy in the air.


    [Location: Grandmasters'' Chamber ¨C Varde Sky Fortress - Verudia Region, Headquarters of the Evocaier Order]


    Perched high above the clouds of Verudia, the Varde Sky Fortress floated majestically. The colossal structure towered amidst the heavens, its golden domes reflecting the sunlight in a brilliant display. Suspended bridges connected circular platforms in an intricate web of breathtaking architecture. Interspersed throughout were lush green gardens, dotted like jewels upon a sprawling carpet of clouds, lending life to the fortress¡¯s imposing form.


    At the heart of the fortress stood the Grandmasters'' Chamber. The constant hum of countless skyships passing by outside seeped through the thick walls.


    Inside, Grandmaster Lysander sat at his seat, his shoulders slightly slouched. His long fingers absently fiddled with the Lumina Core on his wrist.


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    Before him, the air shimmered, and a projection materialized¡ªLuna Sabriel. Her image was crisp, her voice firm.


    "You¡¯ve spoken to him? This is about the Cube, isn¡¯t it?"


    Lysander¡¯s voice came low, almost a whisper.


    "Tell me, Luna. Is it the same Cube as before?"


    Luna¡¯s expression tightened, her words deliberate.


    "I¡¯m not sure. Its appearance has changed, but..." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "He can hear the whispers. And only him."


    Lysander¡¯s eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering in his expression.


    "But when I spoke to him... he seemed ordinary. Are you certain?"


    Luna inhaled deeply, a shadow crossing her face.


    "It always starts small. Whispers that feel like your own thoughts. Until one day, you realize..."


    The room sank into a heavy silence. The weight of Luna¡¯s implication pressed on Lysander¡¯s chest.


    "So... Drifter isn¡¯t even aware yet," he said grimly.


    "Not yet," Luna replied.


    Lysander straightened in his seat, his expression turning resolute.


    "We¡¯ll investigate the Cube. I¡¯m counting on you. Chimia has already been dispatched to search the ruins for any clues that might connect to it."


    He paused, his gaze locking onto Luna¡¯s.


    "Luna... watch him. If the whispers grow stronger, you must stop him. Before it¡¯s too late."


    Her response was cold, unyielding.


    "If it comes to that, Grandmaster, there will be no other choice."


    As Luna¡¯s projection faded, Lysander leaned back in his chair and let out a long, weary sigh.


    [Location: Grand Hall ¨C Verm Evocaier Academy, Late Afternoon]


    Friedrich¡¯s voice rang out, calm yet commanding, each word carrying a weight that could not be ignored.


    "Go ahead. Luna is waiting outside. She¡¯ll show you to your quarters."


    Drifter nodded, trying to shake off the heaviness that clung to him like a shroud.


    "Understood. Thank you." His voice was quiet, nearly swallowed by the vast stillness of the Grand Hall.


    As he stepped outside. Luna Sabriel stood waiting, her back straight, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the horizon.


    Luna turned to face him, her movement fluid but commanding. She extended two items that glimmered softly in the evening light.


    "Here," she said coolly, her voice sharp as an icy wind.


    "Your new Lumina Core... and your identification card."


    Drifter stared at the items warily, as though they were riddles he couldn¡¯t yet solve. The Lumina Core in his hand felt small and light. Its surface was smooth and nearly slick. A holographic interface lit up at his touch, numbers and symbols spinning too quickly for him to comprehend.


    The other item, the Vytros Seal. The crystal card reflected the evening¡¯s light, projecting a spinning hologram of his own face.


    "Your Lumina Core is synced with your identification," Luna explained, breaking his thoughts.


    "Keep the card as a backup."


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    Drifter nodded slowly.


    "Thank you," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. He avoided her gaze.


    Luna¡¯s eyes remained fixed on him, her tone cold and resolute.


    "The Grandmasters have ordered the Black Cube to be investigated. Hand it over to me."


    The Cube in his hand pulsed strongly, almost defiantly, as if rejecting the thought of separation. Its energy surged through him, warm and alive, like a part of himself. But orders were orders. Reluctantly, he loosened his grip and let the Cube pass into Luna¡¯s hands.


    As soon as it left him, an emptiness engulfed him, as though a piece of his soul had been ripped away. The whispers vanished, replaced by a silence too stark to endure. The world felt colder, quieter. He tried to draw a breath, but the air felt thinner, less real.


    Luna examined the Cube carefully, her brow furrowing slightly.


    "Why... isn¡¯t it glowing anymore?"


    Drifter froze, his heart pounding. The Cube, once brimming with energy, now sat inert, a lifeless object devoid of the vibrant pulses it once radiated.


    "What does this mean?" Drifter¡¯s voice trembled with confusion as his hand reached out instinctively.


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    Luna scrutinized the Cube for a long moment, her expression unreadable.


    "Perhaps... it only responds to you," she said softly, her tone firm and measured.


    Drifter hesitated, the words lingering in his mind.


    "Responds to me?... Why is that?" he wondered.


    After a pause, he spoke quietly. "So... what should I do now?"


    Luna¡¯s gaze didn¡¯t waver as she replied.


    "For now, you are free to explore the academy. This is your home now¡ªlearn, train, and find your place here."


    Her tone grew more resolute.


    "But you won¡¯t return to Paxluma. Not without the Grandmasters¡¯ permission. It¡¯s too dangerous. Too many have died there already."


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    "Understood," he replied, his voice tinged with resignation.


    Without another word, Luna turned sharply and began walking toward the Residential Complex. Drifter followed silently, his steps heavy, his mind burdened with questions. Was this his home now? Or merely a prison he didn¡¯t yet comprehend?


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    Strange devices surrounded him¡ªMagisterial Consoles, holographic screens, and other advanced technology displaying symbols and scripts in patterns he couldn¡¯t decipher.


    Luna turned to him, her voice cold but tinged with a faint hint of understanding.


    "If you have trouble figuring anything out, contact me or Friedrich. Any questions?"


    Drifter shook his head slowly.


    "No. Thank you, Luna."


    She nodded and walked out with measured steps, leaving the room. The door closed behind her, leaving Drifter alone in the spacious, unfamiliar quarters.


    He stood there for a long time, unsure where to begin.

 Chapter 4: New Bonds

    [Training & Recreation Zone ¨C Verm Evocaier Academy ¨C Morning ¨C Year 1092 Ad Felicitas]


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    Drifter walked through the Training & Recreation Zone of Verm Evocaier Academy, surrounded by a landscape brimming with energy. Evocyte lamps lined the polished pathways, their faint pulses resonating like a heartbeat in the air. The seamless blend of magic and technology created a world he barely recognized but faintly remembered.


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    Clusters of students practiced nearby, the Lumina Cores on their wrists glowing. A young girl raised her hand, telekinetically guiding a floating object with graceful precision. Others worked to materialize armor and weapons, their creations flickering but driven by sheer determination.


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    Nearby, radiant sigils glowed as students practiced basic magic, crafting intricate patterns in the air. At the obstacle course, vibrant energy threads connected floating platforms, and students leapt between them with agility, their Evocyte Links guiding each precise movement.


    The Training Arena hummed with activity. Students unleashed elemental powers¡ªfire roared, ice sparkled, lightning crackled, and wind howled. At the center, a simulated monster challenged them, its ferocity met by their coordinated efforts. When a student fell and attacked by monsters, an Evocyte Barrier formed, natural barrier that shield them from harm.


    Drifter stood silently, observing the energy and resilience that defined this new world.


    "The methods are different, but the essence is the same," he mused silently.


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    The sound of approaching footsteps drew Drifter¡¯s attention. Alma Rosenthal walked toward him, accompanied by a petite, brown-haired girl with glasses, dressed in a white blouse and a light green long skirt.


    "Hey, Drifter! That outfit really suits you!" Alma said, her bright smile lighting up her face. "How are you doing? Adjusting well?"


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    Drifter offered a faint smile, his gaze briefly shifting to his attire¡ªa black high-collared suit jacket adorned with intricate vine-like embroidery.


    "I¡¯m still adjusting," he admitted. "This place¡­ it¡¯s different. Everything feels different."


    He paused for a moment, his voice softening as he murmured, "It¡¯s hard to believe how much has changed."


    "You¡¯ll get used to it in no time! This place grows on you. Oh, by the way, this is my friend, Nadia," Alma said with a wide smile, gesturing to the girl beside her.


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    Drifter¡¯s eyes shifted to the petite girl standing quietly next to Alma.


    "Nice to meet you, Nadia," Drifter said gently.


    "Nice to meet you too... Drifter," Nadia replied, her voice soft and almost a whisper. A small smile played on her lips as her eyes met his briefly before flickering downward, a shy blush coloring her cheeks.


    "So, Drifter, what¡¯s the future like? What¡¯s different?" she asked eagerly, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.


    Drifter looked down at the Lumina Core on his wrist¡ªa sleek, modern device worlds apart from the technology of his past. Its polished design caught the sunlight, its surface flawless and elegant. With a light touch, a holographic interface materialized, displaying vivid, detailed data.


    "This new Lumina Core is extraordinary,"


    Drifter began, his voice tinged with genuine awe.


    "It can display images, sound¡ªconnect with others in an instant. It feels like carrying an entire library in your hand."


    Alma Rosenthal¡¯s eyes lit up, and she nodded enthusiastically.


    "Right? It must¡¯ve been so inconvenient back then. Now it¡¯s everywhere¡ªcommunication, research, combat... you name it!"


    Drifter¡¯s thoughts drifted to the past¡ªhow the old Lumina Core worked only within a limited range, often disconnecting if he moved too far away.


    "Yes... back then, we could only communicate over short distances," he reminisced.


    "Professor Elion would¡¯ve been proud to see his invention evolve like this."


    Nadia shifted slightly. Alma¡¯s excitement only grew, her words spilling out quickly.


    "Exactly! It¡¯s incredible to think how much this has advanced. Oh! Speaking of which, I have an alchemy assignment at Verm Plain. I¡¯ll tell you more later!"


    Drifter tilted his head, intrigued. Alchemy was something he hadn¡¯t encountered much in this era, and the idea of learning about its progress piqued his interest.


    "Alchemy? I used to practice as a Mage too. It¡¯d be fascinating to see how far it¡¯s come," he replied.


    Nadia looked up, her warm brown eyes widening slightly.


    "Are... are you sure? I mean, I¡¯m sorry¡ªit¡¯s kind of a quick errand. We wouldn¡¯t want to bother you," she said, her voice wavering between doubt and hope.


    "It¡¯s no trouble. Besides, I¡¯m genuinely curious to see how Alchemy has evolved in this time. Let¡¯s go," Drifter said firmly.


    Alma beamed, while Nadia¡¯s cheeks flushed pink. Though she remained quiet, a hint of gratitude flickered in her smile as she adjusted her glasses and began walking alongside Alma.


    The three of them set out toward the translocator outside the city, the morning light casting long shadows across the courtyard. The hum of Evocyte energy blended with the anticipation of discovery, carrying them toward a yet-unfolding adventure.


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    Verm Plain stretched wide under the warm morning sun, its green grasses swaying gently like waves in a soft breeze. The air carried a tranquil stillness, as if time had paused amidst the rustling leaves and the quiet symphony of nature.


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    Suddenly, blue particles surrounded Drifter, forming a black armor with a cape that shifted subtly in the breeze. The armor felt weightless, as though it was an extension of his own body.


    His eyes narrowed, scanning the horizon with a sharp, focused gaze. His posture was rigid, every muscle coiled with tension.


    "If there¡¯s trouble, leave it to me," he muttered, his voice low and steady.


    Ahead of him, Alma Rosenthal strode confidently, each step exuding a sense of purpose. In stark contrast, Nadia Fernleaf trailed behind, her hands trembling and her eyes darting nervously, uncertainty etched on her face.


    Nadia clutched the strap of her satchel with quivering fingers. Her dark brown eyes flicked nervously toward the horizon, as though searching for secrets hidden beyond its reach.


    "I hope we don¡¯t run into trouble¡­" she murmured, her voice barely audible.


    They moved through the grasslands, their hands raised slightly above the earth. Soft pulses of telekinesis worked delicately, gathering plants without ever touching them. The faint hum of Evocyte energy shimmered in the air, weaving an unseen thread of harmony around them.


    It was an unspoken symphony, power moving in quiet balance, but Drifter remained vigilant. His sharp mind dissected every detail, scanning the environment for hidden threats.


    Suddenly, there was movement on the horizon. Drifter¡¯s eyes narrowed, detecting an unseen menace.


    "They¡¯re in trouble."


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    He spotted a girl with a red ponytail hair wielding a flaming spear, a tall boy with dark brown hair gripping dark elemental daggers, and a boy with wavy brown hair, his hands glowing with white sigils.


    Surrounding them was a horde of Sky Serpents¡ªmedium-sized black-and-purple creatures with six wings, slicing through the air above. Below, Sandstalkers erupted from the earth, their large, scorpion-like forms armored with brown, chitinous exoskeletons.Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.


    Amid the chaos, a hulking Dreadstalker Lion flickered in and out of sight, its dark mane shimmering with malevolent energy¡ªa predator cloaked in shadow, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.


    "Those¡­ they¡¯re our classmates," Nadia whispered, her body trembling.


    Alma nodded.


    "Yes, that¡¯s Alyssa, Bryan, and Erick. We need to help them."


    "Let¡¯s move," Drifter commanded, his voice sharp.


    Alyssa spotted them, raising a weary arm.


    "We can handle this¡­ just need a little more time!" she called out, her breath ragged, her movements increasingly frantic.


    Bryan shouted in frustration.


    "Alyssa, we can¡¯t hold them off much longer! We have to fall back¡ªnow!"


    Erick interjected, his tone desperate.


    "Focus on fighting! Arguing won¡¯t save us!"


    "Watch out!" Drifter¡¯s shouted.


    The Sky Serpents launched a synchronized assault, their shrieks creating shockwaves that caused the natural barriers to flare brightly. The force scattered the group like autumn leaves in a gale.


    Sandstalkers burst from the ground, their claws rending through Bryan and Erick¡¯s faltering defenses. Blinding flashes of light erupted as their barriers shattered.


    Alyssa staggered, her spear slipping from trembling hands as she struggled to rise. Bryan and Erick lay nearby, battered and vulnerable. Predators closed in, their hisses and growls filling the air as they tightened the circle.


    The Dreadstalker Lion reappeared in a blur of motion, its dark energy claws raised for a devastating strike aimed at Alyssa. The strike shattered Alyssa¡¯s barrier, sending her flying and bloodied. As she fell, her red armor and spear dissolved into crimson particles.


    "Let¡¯s help them!" Drifter¡¯s voice was cold and resolute.


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    In a flash, Exaltare and dozens of blue spectral swords materialized. With a swift slash and a coordinated strike from the spectral swords, the Sandstalkers surrounding them were obliterated. The few that survived quickly burrowed back into the ground, retreating from sight.


    Drifter knelt beside Alyssa, his left hand glowing with radiant blue light as he cast Healing Surge over her wounds.


    "Hold on. I¡¯ve got you," he whispered gently.


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    "Damn it..." Alyssa groaned weakly, her voice barely audible.


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    The healing energy enveloped Alyssa, mending her injuries and restoring strength to her limbs. As her breathing steadied, Drifter¡¯s attention snapped toward the Sky Serpents. They unleashed a piercing wave of sound aimed at Alma and Nadia, who countered with bursts of fire, pink energy, and crystalline shards glowing with a golden-green hue.


    "I¡¯ve got this, Nadia!" Alma called out confidently


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    A Fireball shot out as Alma gathered the red and pink sigils in her hands. Upon reaching its target, it exploded in a brilliant blaze, scorching a Sky Serpent¡¯s wings. Without hesitation, she followed up with a Blazing Burst, hurling a fiery orb that detonated with a deafening blast, incinerating the remaining Serpents.


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    Beside her, Nadia steadied herself as the brown sigils in her hands formed Earthen Bolts¡ªshards of crystalline energy glowing with a golden-green hue.


    "You¡¯ve got this, Nadia. Focus," Alma said, flashing a reassuring smile.


    Nadia cautiously fired her Earthen Bolts in succession. At last, one struck true, sending a Sky Serpent crashing to the ground.


    "I¡­ I did it!" Nadia exclaimed, a small, triumphant smile spreading across her face as her earlier hesitation gave way to pride.


    Alma launched a series of Fire Bolts, finishing off the remaining Serpents. The remnants of the horde retreated, vanishing into the horizon.


    The Dreadstalker Lion roared ferociously, its massive body shrouded in dark energy. It disappeared and reappeared in front of Drifter, lunging with dark elemental claws.


    Drifter dissolved into blue particles.


    "Too slow."


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    In an instant, Drifter reappeared behind the creature, performing a series of slashes that left glowing blue trails in their wake. Dark energy and blood sprayed from the beast as it staggered under the assault.


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    The Lion retreated, letting out a deafening Paralyzing Roar that shook the ground and froze the air with its sheer force.


    Alma lifted her hand with determination.


    "Exalt Barrier!"


    A transparent pink dome shimmered into existence, absorbing the roar¡¯s devastating energy.


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    "Not this time."


    A Seismic Pulse erupted, splitting the ground. Jagged spikes of rock impaled the Lion, immobilizing it in a stone prison.


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    Drifter commanded his spectral swords to strike the Lion¡¯s four legs repeatedly, each blow drawing a piercing cry from the beast.


    "Let¡¯s end this," Alma declared, her fire sigil blazing bright.


    An Inferno Tornado swirled to life, engulfing the Dreadstalker Lion in a fiery storm. Its final roar was drowned out by the roaring flames, and its massive body disintegrated into ash.


    Silence fell. The crackling flames subsided, leaving behind the acrid scent of scorched earth. Drifter stood tall as his black armor and Exaltare faded into soft blue particles.


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    Alma and Nadia cast their healing spells¡ªExalt Healing with pink circles and Healing Earth with green circles¡ªtending to the wounded. The injured novices slowly regained their footing.


    "Thank you... we owe you," Alyssa said, her voice weary but grateful.


    Drifter averted his gaze, his voice calm.


    "I¡¯m glad you¡¯re all safe."


    They began their trek back toward the glowing Translocator in the distance. Alma glanced at Drifter, her smile shifting into one of genuine appreciation. Nadia adjusted her glasses, offering a shy nod of thanks.


    For a moment, Drifter lingered. His gaze swept across the battlefield, the weight of memories pressing down on his shoulders. Shadows of past battles loomed over him, haunting every step.


    With one last glance at the remnants of the fight, he followed the group. The blue light of the Translocator guided them home, cutting through the endless blue sky.


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    The infirmary doors opened, revealing a pristine room bathed in golden light. Medics moved swiftly, their glowing hands weaving magic to mend the wounded novices. The soft hum of Evocyte lamps filled the space with a calming aura.


    Alma and Nadia guided Alyssa, Bryan, and Erick to the beds before stepping back as the healers began their work. Drifter stood by the door, his vigilant gaze scanning the room.


    After a moment, Alma gestured for Nadia and Drifter to follow her. The Academy corridors, lit by the gentle glow of Evocyte lamps, pulsed with quiet energy. Alma¡¯s steps were energetic, Drifter¡¯s deliberate, and Nadia¡¯s calm.


    The Alchemy Lab doors slid open, revealing an organized workspace filled with herbs, elixirs, and humming instruments. Alma placed the gathered materials on the central table, and Nadia efficiently arranged them. Drifter lingered near the door, observing the scene with quiet curiosity.


    "Alchemy has come a long way... I think I¡¯ll need a manual for all of this."


    Alma laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.


    "No need for a manual, Drifter! You¡¯ve got us. We¡¯ll show you¡ªit¡¯s easy!"


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    Nadia, more at ease in this familiar environment, silently arranged the herbs with delicate care. Her fingers lingered on each item before moving to the next, her focus clear in every deliberate movement. She adjusted the star-shaped pin in her brown hair, stealing a brief glance at Drifter before returning to her work.


    Together, the three began sorting herbs and preparing components for the potion.


    Though unfamiliar with the modern tools, Drifter quickly adapted, his hands growing more confident with each passing moment.


    There were minor missteps¡ªa spilled vial here, a slight overmeasure there¡ªbut their teamwork resolved every issue, gradually finding a harmonious rhythm.


    "We¡­ we did it," Nadia said softly, relief evident in her tone as she inspected the finished product.


    Drifter chuckled lightly, brushing his hands clean as he looked at the completed potion. Though awkward at first, the results spoke for themselves. The potion shimmered softly under the lab¡¯s ambient light, its colors reflecting the success of their collaboration.


    "Hopefully, I didn¡¯t slow you down too much. This¡­ is very different from what I¡¯m used to."


    Alma dismissed his concerns with a bright laugh, her warm gaze glowing with appreciation.


    "Are you kidding? You were amazing! You helped so much!"


    Nadia glanced at him, Her warm brown eyes met his for a fleeting moment before she quickly looked away, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.


    "Thank you¡­ Drifter."


    Drifter gave her a reassuring smile.


    "I¡¯m glad I could help. You two are incredible."


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    "Hey, since we¡¯re done, how about we check out the carnival in the city?" Alma said with a grin.


    Drifter raised an eyebrow, his voice calm but tinged with curiosity.


    "Aren¡¯t you tired?"


    Nadia let out a soft laugh, adjusting her glasses as a small but genuine smile crossed her face.


    "She¡¯s always like this."


    Drifter hesitated. A faint smile tugged at his lips.


    "I¡¯m sorry, I¡¯ll have to pass¡ª"


    Alma crossed her arms, tilting her head playfully as she leaned slightly toward him.


    "What, too shy to hang out with two girls?"


    Drifter shrugged lightly, his tone even.


    "Maybe¡­"


    Alma burst into laughter, her voice bright and full of life, while Nadia stifled a small chuckle, a wide grin spreading across her face as she nudged Drifter¡¯s arm with mock indignation.


    "Oh, come on, Drifter. You still look young¡ªyou¡¯re not some old man!"


    Nadia nodded, her voice soft but encouraging.


    "Please join us, if you don¡¯t mind."


    Drifter glanced between them, the faint smile lingering as he exhaled.


    "Alright¡­ let¡¯s go."


    The carnival was alive with energy, the air filled with music, laughter, and the sweet aroma of delectable treats. Alma darted from stall to stall with an almost childlike excitement, dragging Drifter and Nadia along to play games, try strange foods, and explore the vibrant chaos.


    Drifter gradually let himself be swept up in the joy around him.


    At a photo booth, Alma grabbed their hands, her grin brimming with excitement.


    "Let¡¯s take some pictures! It¡¯s tradition!"


    Nadia hesitated for a moment but eventually relented, her small but genuine smile lighting up as they squeezed into the booth together.


    The camera flashed, capturing a moment of shared laughter and freezing it in time.


    Later, Alma carefully placed the new photo into a small album, flipping through its pages with a tender smile.


    Drifter, intrigued, leaned closer.


    "An interesting collection," he remarked.


    Alma beamed, holding out the album to him with boundless energy.


    "Wanna take a look?"


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    Drifter opened the album, his fingers lightly brushing against the pages. Each photo featured Alma, or Alma with Nadia¡ªimages of them as children running through fields; as teenagers huddled over shared projects; and now, as young adults at the Academy, their expressions reflecting shared triumphs and unwavering camaraderie.


    Alma stepped closer, her voice soft but filled with gratitude.


    "Thanks to you, tonight was really special."


    As they parted near the Academy, Nadia gave Drifter a slight bow, her voice barely above a whisper.


    "Goodnight, Alma¡­ Drifter."


    Drifter nodded, his voice calm but warm.


    "Take care."


    He walked alone, the sounds of the carnival still echoing in his mind. The night was quiet, yet his thoughts churned restlessly. This world wasn¡¯t fully his¡ªnot yet. But in moments like this, he glimpsed the possibility of belonging.

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    [Location: Verm Evocaier Academy Courtyard ¨C Morning ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    Drifter walked slowly through the courtyard, the faint hum of the Skyrail above blending with the scene of students moving in perfect harmony.


    "Hey, Drifter! Fancy seeing you here again!"


    A familiar voice called out from his right. Drifter turned to see Alma Rosenthal, her pink hair glimmering under the sunlight. She waved cheerfully, her smile as radiant as the morning light.


    Beside her, Nadia Fernleaf adjusted the strap of her bag, her fingers fidgeting nervously.


    Drifter approached them.


    "Alma, Nadia, good to see you," he said, his voice calm yet warm, creating a peculiar sense of comfort for anyone who heard him.


    Nadia¡¯s eyes darted quickly toward Drifter before lowering back to the ground.


    "Good to see you too," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper.


    Suddenly, the heavy, deliberate stomping of boots shattered the moment. Drifter turned slowly, his sharp gaze locking onto a figure.


    A young man with fiery red hair illuminated by the sunlight strode toward them, the chains on his jacket jangling with each step¡ªevery movement radiating challenge, as if calling for a duel.


    Drifter stood silent, his eyes studying the young man carefully. His shoulders leaned forward slightly, knees bent, his weight subtly shifting as if ready to move at any moment. The boy moved with the confidence of a young predator, every step measured and intentional.


    "So, you¡¯re the warrior from the past?" the boy taunted, a sharp grin cutting across his face. His voice was cold, each word deliberately laced with provocation.


    Drifter remained silent, his gaze fixed on the boy.


    Alma murmured under her breath, barely audible, "Oh no... it¡¯s Lorcan."


    Meanwhile, Nadia froze, her hands gripping the strap of her bag so tightly her knuckles turned white.


    Lorcan Grindelwald continued his approach, his piercing gaze unwavering.


    "You and me, at the duel grounds. Four o¡¯clock. Let¡¯s see if the past is still worth respecting."


    A heavy silence enveloped them. Finally, Drifter replied, his voice steady and firm,


    "Alright. I¡¯ll be there."


    Lorcan smirked in satisfaction, turning dramatically as his chains clinked with every step he took away.


    As the tension faded, Alma let out a heavy sigh.


    "He¡¯s always like this," she said, her voice weary, her eyes filled with concern.


    "Don¡¯t do it, Drifter. He¡¯s nothing but trouble."


    Drifter simply looked at her before giving a brief nod.


    "Sorry, but I¡¯ve already agreed," he replied. His steps were deliberate as he walked away without hesitation.


    Nadia grew visibly uneasy, her fingers tracing intricate patterns on her bag. Her eyes darted back and forth, her voice a whisper barely carried by the morning breeze.


    "I¡­ I don¡¯t think this is a good idea," she said nervously.


    Alma lowered her voice, leaning closer to Nadia with a protective gesture.


    "Let¡¯s just hope Alina doesn¡¯t find out about this," she said, her tone thick with worry.


    Nadia gave a small nod, her face reflecting the same unease. An uncomfortable silence settled between them.


    That silence didn¡¯t last long. Sloane Gast appeared, his steps light and confident, his mischievous grin cutting through the tension in the air. He strode toward the gathering of students with an air of playful arrogance.


    "Alright, let¡¯s make this more interesting," he said, his grin widening.


    "If Lorcan wins, you¡¯re treating us to lunch for a whole month. Every day."


    In front of him, Bryan Halloway, Erick Vale, and Alyssa Hart stood watching. Alyssa crossed her arms over her chest, her raised eyebrow radiating skepticism. Her poised yet sharp stance reflected a personality not easily impressed.


    "And if he loses?" she asked, her lips curving into a faintly mocking smile. "We all know Lorcan¡¯s more reckless than he is smart."


    Sloane¡¯s laugh burst out, his eyes gleaming with infectious excitement.


    "If Lorcan loses, we¡¯ll all bark like dogs. Tomorrow morning, right in the courtyard. A full show."


    A wave of laughter rippled through the group. Bryan nudged Erick with his elbow, a wide grin spreading across his face.


    "You in?" he teased, his eyes glinting with mischief.


    Erick grinned back, his enthusiasm unmistakable.


    "Yeah, sounds like fun," he replied eagerly.


    Alyssa rolled her eyes dramatically, but a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips.


    "Fine, I¡¯m in. Win or lose, whatever," she said flatly, though a playful spark flickered in her eyes.


    Amid the commotion, Reine Lindt stood uneasily behind Sloane, his slender hand lightly tugging at Sloane¡¯s sleeve. His expression carried unspoken worry, his voice barely audible above the laughter around him.


    "I¡­ I don¡¯t think this is a good idea," he murmured.


    Sloane patted Reine¡¯s shoulder casually, his grin never faltering.


    "Relax, bro. It¡¯s all in good fun," he said, shrugging. "And hey, free food if Lorcan wins."


    From a distance, Alma, watching the scene unfold, sighed heavily and shook her head.


    "They never learn," she muttered, turning away.


    Nadia nodded quietly, and the two hurried off toward their next class.


    [Location: Verm Evocaier Academy ¨C Duel Grounds ¨C Afternoon¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    The fading twilight cast a golden hue across the shimmering surface of the Simulation Nexus. The usual hum of chatter died down, replaced by a tense quiet as students gathered at the edge of the arena. Inside the transparent dome, a simulated landscape of rolling green grass stirred with a gentle breeze.


    Drifter stood motionless, his sharp gaze assessing his opponent without betraying a hint of emotion. His dark hair shifted slightly in the simulated wind.


    On the other side of the field, a streak of bright red moved confidently. Lorcan Grindelwald stood tall, a smirk stretched across his face.


    At the sidelines, Alyssa observed Lorcan stretching with a sharp, calculating gaze.


    "Let¡¯s hope this gets interesting," she muttered, her voice barely audible.


    Beside her, Bryan nudged Sloane, a wide grin on his face.


    "At least we¡¯ll see them barking tomorrow," he quipped, a chuckle escaping him.


    Sloane leaned back casually, hands stuffed into his pockets, raising an eyebrow at Bryan.


    "Start saving up, Bryan. When Lorcan wins, we¡¯re going big. No cheap stuff this time," he teased.


    Bryan laughed, unfazed.


    "We¡¯ll see about that."


    The crowd¡¯s cheers faded into a distant hum, meaningless noise to Drifter as his focus sharpened. His eyes pierced through the gathering tension as Lorcan stepped forward.


    "The rules are simple, old man," Lorcan said, his tone laced with mockery.


    "Break the Evocyte barrier first, and you win. Relax, the energy¡¯s capped¡ªno one¡¯s dying here."


    Drifter nodded slowly.


    "Thank you for explaining."


    Lorcan grinned, his voice cutting through the stillness with a sharp edge.


    "Take it easy, old man. Hope your back doesn¡¯t give out halfway."


    The taunt hung in the air like a whip, but Drifter¡¯s expression remained unreadable. Without a word, he raised his hand, and a soft blue energy began to swirl around him, calm yet commanding. Black plates of armor materialized piece by piece, wrapping his frame. His long cloak swayed lightly as it formed over his shoulders.


    In his hand, Exaltare materialized. Drifter inclined his head slightly, a measured, calm gesture, his gaze locked onto Lorcan with precision.


    "No armor?" Drifter asked, his tone even.


    Lorcan laughed, his shoulders relaxed.


    "Armor? Don¡¯t need it. Nothing¡¯s gonna touch me anyway."


    In an instant, Lorcan vanished into shifting shadows, his form dissolving into dark mist that zipped across the battlefield. Drifter remained still, his sharp eyes tracking the mist with precision. Exaltare tilted slightly, ready to intercept the first strike.


    Lorcan reappeared behind him, dark energy swirling around his fist as he launched a surprise attack. The blow connected, forcing Drifter back a step, but before he could respond, Lorcan disappeared again into the shadows.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    "A sorcerer? And barehanded? Interesting," Drifter thought, steadying his stance.


    This time, as the mist swirled around him, Drifter moved decisively, cutting off Lorcan¡¯s approach. Exaltare clashed against Lorcan¡¯s dark energy with a resounding impact, sparks of blue and purple scattering like colliding stars. The shockwave pushed Lorcan backward, but he quickly shifted tactics.


    Lorcan raised his hand and unleashed his Ebon Barrage, a storm of dark energy blasts hurtling toward Drifter. With graceful precision, Drifter evaded each projectile, sidestepping effortlessly.


    "Quick, aren¡¯t you, old man," Lorcan taunted, his breaths slightly heavier, though his confidence remained unwavering.


    Closing the distance, Lorcan attacked again, dark tendrils snapping through the air like whips. Each strike carried lethal force, but Drifter moved with fluid precision, evading or deflecting every blow with Exaltare. Each deflection sent ripples of radiant light scattering across the arena.


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    As Lorcan¡¯s rhythm began to falter, Drifter seized the opportunity. With a single fluid motion, he activated Blade Swarm. Dozens of glowing energy blades materialized around him, spinning in a mesmerizing formation before shooting forward. The coordinated onslaught struck from all directions, forcing Lorcan to retreat as his confidence visibly wavered.


    Forced to retreat, Lorcan¡¯s expression shifted, cracks forming in his once-unshakable confidence. His breaths came heavy, and frustration flared in his eyes.


    "Damn swords!" he shouted, slamming his fist into the ground. A shockwave of energy rippled outward, but Drifter stood firm. His own energy surged forward, relentless.


    The fight left Lorcan stumbling backward, his steps unsteady and his breaths ragged. Pain rippled through him like a storm, and finally, he collapsed.


    Cheers erupted from the crowd, applause thundering through the arena as the tension broke.


    At the sidelines, Sloane stood with wide eyes, excitement radiating from him. His grin stretched even wider as he shouted over the noise.


    "Don¡¯t give up, bro!"


    Beside him, Reine called out, his voice tinged with worry. His hands clenched tightly, betraying her unease.


    "Come on, Lorcan, get up!"


    Lorcan eyes burned with determination as his body trembled, dark energy radiating wildly around him. Taking a deep breath, he unleashed his power, an ominous aura exploding outward like a storm.


    With Unleashed Fury, the dark energy surrounding him ignited, creating a foreboding presence. Veins across his body glowed like living shadows, his movements becoming unnaturally fast. His fists now crackled with immense power, each strike leaving behind trails of shadow.


    "You¡¯re done for!" Lorcan roared, his voice echoing with raw energy and fury.


    He surged forward like a hurricane, launching his Lorcan¡¯s Special¡ªa barrage of punches forming a whirlwind of explosive strikes. Each punch created shockwaves that rippled through the air, sending deafening blasts echoing across the arena.


    Drifter stood firm, his body steady even as the violent blows struck. The first hit was like a tidal wave, but he raised his left hand, activating Exalt Barrier. A radiant blue shield enveloped him, absorbing the force with perfect calm. Each impact only strengthened the glowing light surrounding him. He could feel Lorcan¡¯s wild energy, raw and unrelenting, but none of it broke through his defense.


    For a moment, Drifter observed Lorcan, noting the surprise flickering in his opponent¡¯s eyes. The boy froze, his widened gaze betraying the realization of his attack¡¯s failure.


    "Too reliant on emotions," Drifter thought. With precise calculation, he moved to his next step.


    Activating Exalt Shift, his body dissolved into shimmering blue particles, reappearing instantly at Lorcan¡¯s side. A flurry of slashes followed.


    The air rang with a sharp crack as Lorcan¡¯s natural barrier shattered.


    The force hurled him backward, and he landed heavily, his remaining energy flickering erratically around him.


    Drifter stood motionless, his breathing steady, as his black armor and Exaltare disintegrated into faint blue particles.


    As the simulation faded, the ravaged green grass battlefield gradually morphed back into the pristine, crystal-paved grounds of the academy.


    Stepping closer, Drifter knelt beside Lorcan, extending a hand without hesitation. His voice was calm, but every word carried weight.


    "You fought well for someone so young. A good match."


    Lorcan hesitated briefly, his hand hovering uncertainly. Then, with a steadying breath, he clasped Drifter''s hand, his grip firm despite the tremble of exhaustion.


    Lorcan managed a weak smile, his voice hoarse but laced with faint humor.


    "Yeah¡­ I lost. Fair and square."


    Drifter nodded slightly, his eyes scanning the arena. The crowd began to disperse, though laughter still lingered in the air. In the distance, Sloane and Reine rushed over.


    "Lorcan, are you okay?" Reine asked, his voice filled with concern.


    "Total failure, huh?" Sloane teased, drawing laughter from nearby students.


    "Looks like someone¡¯s barking tomorrow," Bryan chimed in with a grin, joined by a satisfied nod from Alyssa.


    "Better practice to make it convincing," Alyssa added, arms crossed as she enjoyed the moment.


    Drifter gave a faint smile, his expression showing quiet respect.


    "You¡­ I didn¡¯t expect a sorcerer to fight like that."


    Lorcan looked up, his tired smile carrying a hint of sincerity.


    "You¡¯re so formal, man. Relax a little. Still¡­ you¡¯re impressive."


    Drifter chuckled softly, the sound barely audible. When he spoke again, his tone carried a warmer confidence.


    "No need to rush. You¡¯ll get stronger. It¡¯s just a matter of time."


    Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the air.


    "Who authorized this duel?"


    Drifter turned, his gaze falling on two approaching figures.


    One was a feline ear woman with short bob pastel blue hair, dressed in a sharp black-and-white corset and jacket, her steps firm and commanding.


    Beside her walked another woman with long black hair, draped in an elegant black gown and teal coat, her presence exuding calm authority. The sound of their footsteps echoed across the field, followed by the growing panic of the students.


    "Oh no¡­ it¡¯s Alina! Run!"


    Sloane¡¯s panicked voice rang out before he vanished into the scattering crowd, Reine and Lorcan sprinting after him, their breaths quick and uneven.


    Drifter¡¯s attention, however, remained fixed on the blue-haired woman now standing before the arena. Her sharp blue eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing with suspicion and scrutiny.


    "Who are you?" Alina Walsh demanded, her voice firm and commanding.


    Before Drifter could answer, the black-haired woman beside her spoke up, her tone low.


    "He¡¯s the one they¡¯ve been talking about. The man from the past."


    Drifter turned his gaze to her, and a sudden familiarity struck him. Luna Sabriel. Her presence stirred a memory from the day he first arrived in this era.


    Finally, Drifter spoke, his voice soft, carrying an unmistakable note of genuine apology.


    "I¡¯m sorry¡­ I didn¡¯t know the rules here. I¡¯m Drifter¡­ my apologies."


    The air remained still as Luna watched Drifter walk away. Beside her, Alina crossed her arms, her posture rigid. She glanced at Luna, her voice dropping lower, tinged with curiosity.


    "So? What do you think? Is this even possible?"


    Luna¡¯s lips pressed into a thin line, her gaze distant. The silence hung heavy, each second stretching longer until she finally spoke, her voice low, almost a whisper.


    "There¡¯s something about him¡­ something from his past he¡¯s not sharing. It¡¯s not just in the way he fights but in how he moves¡ªas if he¡¯s seen things we can¡¯t imagine. We can¡¯t ignore that."


    "It¡¯s hard to grasp. But if you think there¡¯s truth to it¡­" Alina said with a sigh.


    Luna turned slightly, offering the faintest nod, her gaze distant.


    "We¡¯ll see soon enough," she said, her voice low.


    [Location: Verm Evocaier Academy ¨C Training & Recreation Zone ¨C Evening ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    Drifter strolled through the Training & Recreation Zone as the evening sun bathed the campus in warm light. He noticed a group of students running together, their faces glowing with cheerful smiles. Curious, he followed their path, which led him to the cafeteria.


    From a distance, he could hear the lively chatter of students gathered in a tight circle. Their laughter echoed off the crystal walls of the academy, full of energy and joy. At the center of the commotion, Drifter spotted Lorcan Grindelwald, Sloane Gast, and Reine Lindt, who appeared to be the focus of everyone¡¯s attention.


    Lorcan howled dramatically at the ceiling, while Sloane crouched low, miming claws with exaggerated movements. The absurdity of their performance drew more laughter. Standing beside them, Reine looked down, his face flushed as he stayed silent amidst the chaos.


    Drifter began walking toward the group, his steps calm and deliberate. Slowly, the laughter began to fade. His presence was felt before he was seen, and the energy around them shifted. The easy cheerfulness was replaced with a subtle tension, and the students instinctively stepped aside to make way for him.


    Lorcan stopped mid-laugh, his face reddening, while Sloane awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.


    "Good evening, sir," Sloane greeted, his tone hesitant as he tried to fill the silence.


    Lorcan rubbed his head, his grin turning sheepish.


    "Uh¡­ what¡¯s he doing here?" he muttered under his breath.


    Drifter came to a stop, his calm yet observant gaze sweeping over the group. His face betrayed no emotion, but his mere presence was enough to quiet the excitement. Finally, he spoke, his tone neutral and steady.


    "Is everything alright?"


    Lorcan chuckled nervously, scratching his neck. There was something in his demeanor¡ªa mischievous energy¡ªthat reminded Drifter of the young warriors he¡¯d known in the past.


    "Yeah¡­ just settling a little bet. Nothing important," Lorcan said lightly, though a faint embarrassment colored his voice.


    The tension eased slightly. Lorcan, always quick to bring levity, began to smile again. He clapped Sloane on the shoulder, nudging him forward as if giving him the stage.


    "I¡¯m Lorcan," he said proudly, pointing to himself before gesturing at Sloane.


    "And this guy here is Sloane. We¡¯re, uh, the troublemakers around here."


    Drifter''s eyes observed Sloane¡ªtall and slender, with slightly messy black hair. He wore a dark green short-sleeved coat paired with a green t-shirt featuring a skull motif.


    Sloane added with mock seriousness,


    "Let¡¯s just say things are never boring when we¡¯re around."


    Lorcan chuckled, then paused, his grin widening as his gaze flicked to back, where reine stood.


    "And¡­ then¡­" he murmured, the unfinished sentence hanging in the air.


    Drifter shifted his gaze, stopping at Reine, who stood slightly behind the group. Smaller in stature, with delicate facial features, smooth skin, and neatly kept medium-length blonde hair that shimmered under the light. Without a second thought, Drifter asked,


    "And¡­ who is she?"


    Instantly, Lorcan and Sloane burst into laughter. Reine¡¯s face turned an even deeper shade of red.


    "I¡¯m not¡ª" Reine started, his voice strained and barely audible.


    But Lorcan cut him off, throwing an arm around Reine¡¯s shoulder and pulling him closer with a loud laugh.


    "What do you think? She¡¯s pretty, right?¡±


    Reine didn¡¯t let him finish. With a sharp motion, he shrugged Lorcan¡¯s arm off, his face burning with embarrassment.


    "I¡¯m a guy, alright? Got it?" he snapped, his tone sharp and defensive.


    Drifter froze, realizing his mistake. He raised a hand slightly, offering a simple gesture of apology.


    "Ah¡­ my apologies. I see that now," he said calmly, though his voice carried a faint note of regret.


    Lorcan burst into laughter again, while Sloane leaned back against the wall, a mischievous grin on his face.


    "Don¡¯t worry about it, Drifter," Sloane said, smirking.


    "Happens all the time. Especially after his sister gets... creative."


    Reine let out a long sigh, his posture shrinking further. His already flushed face now seemed to match the color of the evening sky.


    "You should¡¯ve seen him at last year¡¯s costume event," Sloane added with a sly wink.


    "Full makeup, dress, everything. Truly¡­ transformative."


    Lorcan was nearly doubled over with laughter, tears streaming from his eyes. He grabbed Reine¡¯s shoulder to steady himself.


    "Next time, we¡¯ll make sure Drifter gets an invite," he gasped between laughs.


    "He has to see it to believe it!"


    Reine groaned, casting a tired glare at both Lorcan and Sloane. Drifter watched it all¡ªthe teasing, the laughter, and the unspoken warmth underneath. It wasn¡¯t mean-spirited; it was the kind of camaraderie that only came from a deep bond.


    For a moment, Drifter felt a rare sense of connection to them. This moment reminded him of something he¡¯d nearly forgotten. He¡¯d heard laughter like this before¡ªlong ago, with Jaden, his friend from the past. The memory was fleeting, like a shadow at the edge of his vision, but it was enough to bring a small smile to his face.


    Finally, he gave a slight nod.


    "Alright, I¡¯ll be on my way now. Take care. It was good meeting you," he said before turning to leave.


    Lorcan¡¯s voice called after him, filled with laughter and warmth.


    "Don¡¯t be a stranger! We¡¯re always ready for more fun!"


    Drifter didn¡¯t stop, but he turned his head slightly, a faint smile on his lips. His small nod was his only reply before he continued walking, leaving the group behind.


    As he moved farther away, the smile slowly faded, replaced by the weight of memories that never truly left him. Among the antics and laughter of these young troublemakers, Drifter had felt something rare¡ªa fleeting chance to rediscover what he¡¯d lost. For a brief moment, he wondered if this could be the place where he might find a piece of himself again. Or, at the very least¡­ try.

 Chapter 6. Command of the Skies

    [Location: Verm Evocaier Academy ¨C Training Zone ¨C Morning ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    Under the clear morning sky, the Training & Entertainment Zone buzzed with activity, creating a symphony of academy life. The clinking of weapons from the training grounds blended with the cheerful laughter of students relaxing at the cafeteria, while the gentle ripples of water from the swimming pool added to the harmony of the scene.


    Drifter walked calmly beside Luna Sabriel. The soft breeze played with the long black dress that draped her figure, while her flowing teal-green coat swayed gently with her graceful steps.


    In the distance, muffled explosions from the combat training area reminded Drifter of his purpose at the academy. His chest felt heavy, knowing that the peace surrounding him might not last. Lost in his thoughts, a soft voice from Luna pulled him back to reality.


    "Today will be meaningful," she said, her voice almost a whisper carried by the morning breeze.


    "The Skyship Fleet is the backbone of our defense. It¡¯s time for you to understand the basics of command here."


    Drifter responded with a small nod.


    Ahead of them, the Simulation Room stood tall¡ªa futuristic tower of bluish-gray crystal with a magical aura. Its sharp angles gleamed under the morning light, defying gravity. The automated door slid open with a gentle hiss, inviting them into a corridor illuminated by glowing crystals embedded in the walls.


    Their footsteps led them to the main room. Drifter stopped for a moment, awestruck by what lay before him. A vast blue sky, dotted with rolling white clouds, enveloped the room. Flashes of light streaked across the expanse, revealing massive triangular constructs floating in the air. Some were smaller and sleeker, resembling metallic birds with glowing blue tails.


    The constructs moved, firing beams of blue energy from box-shaped modules on their sides. The room was alive with bursts of light and sound until everything suddenly faded. The sky dissolved back into the crystalline structure of the room.


    "Alright, you¡¯re done. Practice whatever you like. Any questions? Hopefully none," a voice drawled from the far end of the room.


    Drifter turned to see a man leaning casually. He wore a tilted cowboy hat that partially hid his unruly brown curls. Aviator sunglasses reflected the room¡¯s lamp light, and a wide grin spread across his face.


    The students nodded and returned to their consoles, as the simulation sky once again transformed into a bright blue expanse. Drifter remained at the door, observing the students'' activity intently.


    Sloane Gast tapped his console rhythmically, a faint smile playing on his lips.


    "Easy. This is basically routine," he muttered.


    Meanwhile, Lorcan Grindelwald looked frustrated. Drifter noticed that the ship he was piloting kept veering out of control.


    "Ugh! Stupid thing¡ªwhy does this keep happening?" Lorcan grumbled loudly.


    On the other hand, Reine Lindt remained calm. His fingers moved with precision, and his ship glided steadily despite the chaos of the simulation.


    "You¡¯re overdoing it. Just slow down," he said, his tone almost like guidance.


    Suddenly, the door slid open, and the sharp click of Alina Walsh¡¯s boots echoed as she approached the man in sunglasses. Her expression was stern, her voice cutting through the room¡¯s chatter.


    "What is this, Jaxon? This isn¡¯t a playground. They¡¯re supposed to be preparing for tomorrow¡¯s live drills¡ªnot goofing off under your ''supervision''."


    Jaxon Virelli turned slowly, his movements loose and easy, a stark contrast to Alina¡¯s sharp tension. His grin stretched wider.


    "Oh, relax, Alina. A little chill goes a long way. You wind ¡¯em up too tight, and they¡¯ll snap under pressure," he said, tossing in a casual shrug.


    Alina approached the nearest console, her sharp gaze scanning the room. Her voice dropped but retained a steely edge.


    "And if they¡¯re too relaxed, they¡¯ll die on the battlefield."


    Jaxon¡¯s smile shifted into a challenging smirk.


    "How about we settle this, Alina? The classic way¡ªa simulation duel."


    Alina frowned briefly before a thin smile crossed her face.


    "Fine. But if I win, you handle the debrief tomorrow."


    Jaxon tilted his hat back slightly, his tone turning playful.


    "Fine, deal. But if I win, you¡¯re on debrief duty next month. Fair trade, yeah?"


    The room¡¯s energy shifted, a buzz of anticipation in the air. Jaxon adjusted his sunglasses with a cocky smirk, his tone oozing confidence.


    "Alright, crew. You ready to take on Alina¡¯s squad? Let¡¯s show ¡¯em how we turn laid-back into lethal."


    Sloane grinned, his fingers still tapping his console in a steady rhythm.


    "Easy, boss."


    Lorcan looked eager, though his tone carried a careless edge.


    "This¡¯ll be a piece of cake. Just some girls."


    Alina¡¯s gaze locked onto Lorcan, her voice quiet but sharp as a blade.


    "Big words, Lorcan. You¡¯d better prove you can deliver."


    Nearby, Alma Rosenthal raised a hand, her voice steady as she cut through the tension.


    "Big talk. Let¡¯s see if you can back it up."


    Behind her, Nadia Fernleaf nodded subtly, her calm eyes reflecting quiet determination.


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    The formation of dark gray ships began to appear on the holographic display¡ªa massive triangular vessel at the center. Two smaller, equally angular ships flanked it on either side, while four smaller and faster craft darted around the formation, their pointed silhouettes weaving as they advanced toward the center of the simulation arena.


    Luna Sabriel raised her hand, pointing at the floating hologram.


    "They¡¯re using a standard formation," she said softly, though her voice carried a firm edge. "One Flagship, two Cruisers, and four Corvettes. The smaller ships are operated by the students, but look at this¡ªJaxon and Alina are directly controlling the Flagship."


    Drifter focused on the hologram, his gaze drawn to the large, dark gray triangular ship at the center of the formation.


    "That¡¯s the Flagship," Luna continued, shifting the hologram to highlight the ship¡¯s details. "It¡¯s about 1,200 meters long and can carry up to 600 people. But it only takes one operator to control all its systems through the Command Nexus. On top of that, it can deploy hundreds of Skystrikers."


    Drifter nodded slowly, though the confusion on his face was evident.


    "Wait, Luna... these terms are a bit confusing. Command Nexus? Skystriker?" he finally asked.


    Luna glanced at him, her tone remaining calm.


    "The Command Nexus is the ship¡¯s main control system. Everything is remotely operated and synced with the user¡¯s mind. Place your hands on the console, and the ship will move as if it¡¯s part of your body. But it takes time to adapt."


    Drifter nodded again, his understanding growing clearer.


    Luna gestured toward the smaller ships.


    "Those are Skystrikers, small aircraft typically controlled through the Command Nexus on the Command Bridge of a Flagship or Cruiser. However, there¡¯s also a portable version of the Command Nexus that allows operators to control Skystrikers or golems from safer locations," she explained, her tone steady.


    "Thanks, Luna," said Drifter, nodding slightly.


    Suddenly, the simulation¡¯s weather changed dramatically. The sky darkened, and the arena was engulfed in a storm and heavy rain. Drifter watched as the large ships from Jaxon¡¯s fleet disappeared into thick clouds, while Alina¡¯s fleet held its position, firing continuous blue energy beams into the storm.


    Moments later, from the other side of the clouds, Skystrikers from Jaxon¡¯s team emerged at high speed, launching an assault. The attack destroyed one Cruiser and one Corvette from Alina¡¯s fleet before retreating back into the safety of the storm.


    Breaking the tense silence, a loud voice shouted through the room.


    "Charge! They¡¯re almost done for!" yelled Lorcan, his Skystriker surging forward without hesitation.


    "Oi, Lorcan! That¡¯s not the plan, you know!" Sloane sighed, a small smirk on his face, though his tone remained calm.


    "Let¡¯s finish them!" added Alyssa, her excitement spilling over as she followed Lorcan¡¯s lead.


    Lorcan¡¯s ship and several other students¡¯ Skystrikers attacked recklessly, their movements chaotic and uncoordinated. Meanwhile, Alina¡¯s fleet held firm, raining down sharp, precise energy fire into the storm. Within minutes, one by one, Jaxon¡¯s Skystrikers exploded, leaving trails of smoke in the air.


    The fleet¡¯s cannons continued their relentless barrage, forcing Jaxon¡¯s fleet out of hiding. Though their ships returned fire with blue beams, without their Skystriker cover, their formation crumbled. Alina¡¯s fleet and Skystrikers swiftly finished them off, leaving behind only wreckage.


    The simulated sky gradually faded, replaced by the room¡¯s crystalline walls glowing in soft blue light, signaling the end of the exercise.Stolen story; please report.


    Jaxon rose from his seat, raising both hands with an exaggerated grin.


    "Alright, alright. You win this time," he said, feigning surrender, though the admiration in his expression was hard to miss.


    Alina approached him, her steps calm but commanding. Her sharp gaze locked on Jaxon, her voice low but firm.


    "Take it seriously next time, Jaxon."


    Alma Rosenthal walked up to Lorcan, patting his shoulder with a triumphant look.


    "Well, didn¡¯t you say you wouldn¡¯t lose?" she teased.


    Lorcan scoffed, glancing sideways as he shrugged.


    "Ah, just a fluke," he muttered.


    As the students began to leave the room, Alina Walsh approached Drifter. Her turquoise-blue hair shimmered under the soft glow of the room¡¯s light. She moved with purpose, her hands folded casually in front of her, her piercing gaze meeting Drifter¡¯s.


    "We didn¡¯t get a chance to meet yesterday, did we? I¡¯m Alina Walsh, one of the instructors here," she said, her voice clear in the quiet room.


    Drifter nodded slightly, his gaze steady on Alina.


    "Drifter," he replied simply, his tone measured. "Good to finally meet you."


    Before they could exchange more words, Jaxon Virelli appeared beside Drifter, his wide grin and relaxed demeanor filling the space between them. He raised an eyebrow, his voice playful.


    "So, you¡¯re the guy from the past, huh? Drifter, right?"


    He extended his hand with a sharp gesture, gripping firmly for a moment before releasing it slowly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.


    "Jaxon Virelli. Nice to meet ya, Drifter."


    Drifter gave a slight nod, his gaze shifting between the two instructors. His expression remained neutral, though a subtle curiosity flickered behind his eyes.


    His voice was measured and calm.


    "Pleasure to meet you both."


    Standing a few steps behind, Luna observed silently, a faint smile gracing her lips. Her gaze moved from Jaxon to Alina before she spoke, her tone calm yet thoughtful.


    Luna greeted them both with a more serious tone.


    "Jaxon, Alina¡­ I have a request."


    Both turned toward her with curiosity, waiting for further explanation.


    Luna remained composed, her eyes meeting theirs.


    "I want Drifter to observe the Skyship training directly tomorrow. I think it¡¯ll be very useful for him to experience it firsthand."


    Jaxon leaned casually against a nearby console, his arms crossed over his chest.


    With a smirk, Jaxon spoke, his tone playful, though his raised eyebrow hinted at intrigue.


    "An observer, huh? Why not? It¡¯s a great experience for him."


    He leaned forward slightly, his grin sharp, and every word seemed like a subtle challenge.


    "So, Drifter? Ready to see the real thing?"


    Drifter looked at him, his expression calm.


    "Yeah¡­ this will be something new for me."


    Alina Walsh¡¯s voice remained steady as she tilted her head slightly, one eyebrow raising, her gaze locked on Drifter.


    "Wait, Golem, in your time, didn¡¯t they already have the Command Nexus?"


    She glanced briefly at the others before returning her focus to him.


    "You can try piloting one of the Skystrikers, if you¡¯d like."


    Drifter hesitated for a moment, his eyes fixed on the sleek Skystriker model. He sighed softly.


    "Everything was manual back then."


    Shaking his head slightly, his voice remained firm and resolute.


    "Thank you, but I¡¯d rather just observe for now¡­ I¡¯m not sure I can handle it yet."


    Jaxon grinned widely and stepped closer.


    "I¡¯ve seen you fight. Bet controlling it¡¯s as easy for you as handling those hovering swords," he said with a casual tone.


    "Come on, give it a try."


    Drifter offered a small, appreciative smile, but his reply remained firm.


    "Maybe next time."


    Alina gave a small nod and stepped back with a smooth motion.


    "Next month, if you want to try, let me know."


    Drifter held her gaze for a moment before nodding, his jaw tightening slightly as if affirming a decision.


    "Of course."


    With that settled, they began moving toward the door, their conversation gradually fading. Jaxon and Alina exchanged a few more words, but the atmosphere felt different now¡ªmore relaxed, more familiar. Luna, who had been silently observing, gave Drifter a small nod, signaling it was time to continue their tour.


    Luna Sabriel led Drifter through the winding corridors, her steps steady.


    Her voice broke the silence, soft but edged with understanding.


    "A lot to process, isn¡¯t it?"


    She cast him a brief glance.


    "Hearing about something isn¡¯t the same as experiencing it firsthand, is it?"


    Drifter kept his eyes forward, his voice low.


    "Yeah¡­ strange. Everything feels new. Ships floating in the air¡­ controlling constructs from a distance¡­ things that people from the past could never have imagined."


    Luna¡¯s gaze shifted slightly, her lips curving into a faint smile as she slowed her pace. Her eyes swept across the long, silent corridor.


    "This place," she said softly, as if speaking more to the walls than to him.


    "It¡¯s been here for so long. But sometimes, even now, it feels like we¡¯re still learning about it. Or¡­ it¡¯s still learning about us."


    Drifter¡¯s thoughts drifted back to the Black Cube¡ªthe mysterious object that continued to haunt him. What did it mean? Had the researchers here uncovered anything about it? He wanted to ask, but¡­ would that make them more suspicious of him, suspecting he had been corrupted by the Black Cube¡¯s influence? His hand tightened briefly into a fist before he chose to remain silent.


    The silence between them grew thicker, their footsteps the only sound echoing softly in the corridor. Luna seemed to drift further ahead, her gaze fixed on some unseen point in the distance.


    "Sometimes," she said, her voice breaking the stillness with gentle clarity,


    "you never really leave a place you¡¯ve been. They¡¯re just¡­ waiting for you to find them again."


    Drifter exhaled slowly, his thoughts growing heavy as his heartbeat faltered. Memories of the Abyssal Breach surfaced in his mind¡ªa rift that once unleashed untold destruction. Though nearly 700 years had passed since the last Cataclysmaris, the threat of another Abyssal Breach still lingered over Area Zero, where the ruins of Paxluma stood as a silent reminder of the past.


    He shook his head slightly, trying to dispel the dark thoughts.


    "Hopefully, there won¡¯t be any new Abyssal Breaches. No matter how advanced the technology is now¡­ it won¡¯t matter," he thought, continuing to walk steadily behind Luna.


    [Location: Verm Evocaier Academy to Nethia Airport ¨C Docking Area ¨C Morning ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    The next morning, in the academy courtyard, Drifter stood still, his gaze fixed on a sleek blue Alcherider, a design unlike anything he had encountered before. The vehicle loomed before him, its elongated, box-like frame exuding a futuristic elegance. He reached for the door handle and stepped inside, the faint hum of anti-gravity engines vibrating through the cold metal into his hand.


    The chatter of instructors and students around him faded into the steady drone of the engine. Everyone had gathered for today¡¯s simulation, the air buzzing with anticipation. The Alcherider began to move, slowly leaving the academy gates behind.


    The city of Nethia unfolded before them like a giant crystal mosaic. Towering skyscrapers stretched high, their shimmering surfaces reflecting sunlight in thousands of dazzling hues. The Eirda River cut through the cityscape like a glistening silver vein, while rows of exotic trees swayed gently in the breeze.


    Other Alcheriders floated low above the city streets, creating a symphony of the distinct hums from their anti-gravity engines. In the distance, Nethia Airport came into view, its magnificent structure resembling a crystalline crown with towering spires and gleaming domes reaching toward the sky.


    As they arrived at the departure platform, Drifter¡¯s ears caught a strange sound¡ªa deep, resonant hum from the Skyships, powered by Evocyte Generators. The sound was different, deeper, more primal, vibrating the air in a way that felt almost mystical.


    Luna Sabriel stood beside him, her presence bringing an odd sense of calm amidst the bustling activity of the airport. They walked together past rows of automatons busily at work. Each automaton was uniquely designed; some tall and slender with precise mechanical arms, others shorter and sturdier, built for heavy labor. Their movements were efficient yet graceful, like metal dancers in perfect choreography.


    Ahead of them loomed two Clavusia-Class Cruisers. The sharp triangular hulls of the ships looked as if they were designed to pierce the sky. Their dark gray bodies stood in stark contrast to Nethia¡¯s vibrant blue atmosphere, while the protruding command bridges atop the ships resembled proud, ancient crowns.


    "We¡¯ll be boarding Jaxon¡¯s ship," Luna said softly beside him. "You¡¯ll see firsthand how he commands."


    "Understood, Luna," Drifter replied, his eyes still fixed on the majestic structure before him. The intricate design of the ship stirred a mix of awe and anticipation in his chest.


    An automated elevator carried them up smoothly. Drifter felt a subtle shift in air pressure, his nose catching the faint scent of metal and ozone from the advanced machinery around them. The walls of the elevator glowed with a soft blue light, creating the illusion of swimming through an ocean of light.


    The command room greeted them with the sight of a technological orchestra in motion. Students moved swiftly between their Command Nexus stations, their fingers dancing across holographic control panels that shimmered in a dazzling array of colors. Every movement had purpose as they prepared the Skystrikers for the upcoming drill.


    Jaxon Virelli sat at the main Command Nexus in his signature style¡ªrelaxed yet authoritative. His boots rested on the console, his posture seemingly lazy, but his sharp eyes missed nothing as they scanned every corner of the command room. There was an effortless aura of command in every one of his movements.


    "Alright, today we¡¯re just marking targets. Follow my lead¡ªit¡¯s simple," Jaxon said, his tone light but underscored with authority. His eyes flicked to a holographic display showing Alina¡¯s ship, a competitive smirk tugging at his lips.


    "Winning doesn¡¯t matter, the experience does. Let¡¯s make this fun."


    Reine Lindt stood nearby, his fingers fidgeting nervously. His eyes flicked to Drifter with a mix of respect and doubt.


    "It¡¯s good to see you here, sir," he said, his voice as gentle as the morning breeze.


    Drifter turned, a faint, warm smile softening his otherwise stoic expression.


    "Hello, Reine."


    Lorcan Grindelwald and Sloane Gast leaned casually against the cold metal wall, their postures relaxed but ready to spring into action at any moment. Lorcan grinned widely, his eyes glinting mischievously.


    "Hey, old man, don¡¯t get too comfortable here¡ªyou might just drop dead," he teased, his tone dripping with youthful confidence.


    Drifter replied with a barely visible smirk.


    "You¡¯d better watch yourself, Lorcan. Didn¡¯t you lose to Alma and the others yesterday?"


    Lorcan¡¯s grin faltered, his shoulders tensing defensively.


    "That wasn¡¯t on me¡ªthe Command Nexus was glitching. Total trash system."


    Sloane snorted, his tone carrying his trademark sarcasm as he stepped closer, his boots tapping against the metal floor with a confident rhythm.


    "Right. Sure. But let me guess¡ªyou¡¯ll still be the first one to get shot down."


    The lighthearted atmosphere shifted as Luna turned her sharp gaze toward them. Her intense stare seemed to slice through the air, silencing the group instantly. Even the hum of the surrounding machines felt muted under her presence.


    "Perhaps now is the time to get to your positions," she said in a tone that left no room for argument.


    Sloane straightened quickly, clearing his throat awkwardly. He walked briskly to his station.


    Lorcan chuckled quietly, his mischievous tone still lingering as he nudged Drifter¡¯s shoulder playfully.


    "Relax and enjoy the ride, old man."


    Drifter offered a brief nod in response, his expression unchanging.


    "Sure," he replied simply, his voice calm but firm.


    Jaxon placed both hands on the Command Nexus, the blue crystal on the console glowing brightly. Without any further motion, the sound of engines rumbled¡ªa deep, resonant growl like that of an ancient beast.


    The room began to shift. The bright blue of the sky outside slowly gave way to inky darkness. The floor beneath them vibrated softly, almost imperceptibly. With a seamless motion, the room began descending into the Skyship¡¯s hull, its mechanisms whisper-quiet.


    The once-dark screens gradually turned transparent, revealing the view outside. The endless blue sky stretched before them, showing Alina¡¯s Clavusia Cruiser already airborne. Its command bridge appeared obscured, hidden from sight. The anti-gravity thrusters at its rear glimmered like starlight, propelling the ship forward with breathtaking speed.


    The air grew heavy, resonating with the deep hum of the anti-gravity generators. A subtle jolt signaled their ascent as the Skyship glided effortlessly, piercing through clouds that reflected the light. Each droplet of mist sparkled, as if welcoming their journey to boundless heights.

 Chapter 7: Terror of the Skies

    [Location: Sky Above Verm Plain ¨C Midday]


    Drifter leaned back in the farthest chair on the command bridge, his gaze sweeping over the chaos unfolding around him. The skies above Verm Plain blazed with streaks of blue energy beams, their sharp arcs slicing through the clouds and casting fleeting flashes of light across the battlefield.


    Alina''s Clavusia Cruiser, a dark gray triangular vessel, remained stationary, its cannons firing precision beams toward the target. In stark contrast, Jaxon¡¯s Clavusia Cruiser darted forward at high speed, fearlessly closing the distance with daring maneuvers. Despite absorbing several hits, Jaxon¡¯s cruiser executed a quick barrel roll, dodging further fire with remarkable precision.


    As the battle raged on, a relentless barrage of energy beams struck Alina¡¯s Cruiser, ripples of power cascading across its shields, sending a visible shimmer through the ship¡¯s protective barrier.


    Drifter let out a soft snort, his expression a mix of mild amusement and admiration.


    "He¡¯s definitely used to this," he thought.


    The heavy sound of mechanical gears echoed suddenly. Massive doors on the Clavusia Cruiser slid open, revealing rows of Skystriker Astrix launching into the sky in perfect formation. Drifter noted their sleek design: slender bodies, delta-trapezoidal wings, and dual outward-slanting tail fins. The glowing Evocaier Order insignia, a radiant blue lotus surrounded by ethereal wing patterns, gleamed brightly on one wing.


    The hum of anti-gravity engines roared like thunder as bursts of blue energy streaked from the wings of the Skystriker Astrix. The beams collided between fighters, yet no destruction followed¡ªblue energy shields flared momentarily, absorbing the impacts without visible damage.


    Pursuing beams lit the sky, bombarding both teams'' formations in an unrelenting dance of light and fury. Explosions of energy ricocheted off hulls, turning the simulated battlefield into a dazzling cosmic spectacle.


    A sharp beep pierced the command bridge. Drifter¡¯s eyes snapped to a shadow forming in the haze, jagged and massive. His grip tightened on the armrest, unease creeping in.


    ¡°Wait¡­ something¡¯s off,¡± Jaxon Virelli muttered, his gaze fixed on the display.


    The holographic screen flickered, revealing a massive jet-black vessel, its sleek, symmetrical cylindrical form tapering to an arrowhead-like front. Red lights pulsed rhythmically along its hull, their deliberate glow exuding a silent menace.


    "That¡¯s not one of ours," said Luna Sabriel, breaking Drifter¡¯s concentration. He turned to her, but her piercing gaze remained fixed on the approaching silhouette.


    The chatter among the students on the command bridge ceased instantly, replaced by a suffocating silence. Even their breathing felt slower, heavier. Drifter swallowed hard, his eyes darting back to Jaxon.


    "This is Jaxon of Clavusia Cruiser. Unknown skyship, identify your affiliation immediately, or we will engage," Jaxon¡¯s voice rang out firmly, slicing through the tension.


    There was no reply. Drifter¡¯s voice was low but sharp.


    "Still no response?"


    Before anyone could react, the side hatch of the unknown ship opened, unleashing a swarm of black Skystrikers. They shot out at terrifying speed, their aggressive, delta-winged silhouettes cutting through the air like predatory shadows.


    The sky erupted in a cascade of red energy beams, streaking with deadly precision. One of the student Astrix Skystrikers took a direct hit, its blue shield flaring brightly in a last effort to absorb the damage before shattering. The resulting explosion rocked the command bridge, the booming sound like a hammer pounding into their chests.


    Jaxon didn¡¯t waver. The ship shook violently, but his voice remained steady and commanding.


    "All crew, switch to combat mode!"


    The displays across the command bridge shifted instantly. Training interfaces vanished, replaced by a real-time threat map. Drifter felt his heartbeat quicken.


    Nearby, Sloane Gast stared at the screen, his face pale.


    "They¡¯re too fast..." he muttered, his voice hoarse as if choked by the sudden intensity.


    Reine Lindt''s hands hovered unsteadily over the console, his fingers trembling as he struggled to act. .


    "What... what do we do?" His voice broke the tense silence, weak and uneven.


    Meanwhile, Lorcan Grindelwald gripped his cockpit controls so tightly that his knuckles turned white.


    "This is getting out of hand!" he shouted, his wide eyes darting in panic.


    Drifter¡¯s gaze returned forward, catching sight of their cruiser descending toward a field filled with lavium¡ªa mysterious material scattered in geometric shapes, some as cubes, others as spheres, spread across the ground and floating mid-air. Its surface glimmered with a mix of deep purple and electric blue, radiating an otherworldly danger. Drifter¡¯s chest tightened. As far as he knew, no one had ever managed to extract lavium¡ªa material so unforgiving, it obliterated anything that dared to make contact.


    "Is he really going there?" Drifter¡¯s pulse quickened, the thought pounding in his mind as the tension mounted.


    "Alina, follow me," Jaxon¡¯s voice resolute and commanding.


    The ship surged forward, seamless yet unyielding in its relentless drive. Drifter¡¯s eyes flicked to the right above, where Alina¡¯s Clavusia cruiser darted through the chaos, unleashing a barrage of glowing blue beams. The blasts tore into the tight formation of black Skystrikers that swarmed around her.


    Her squad of Skystrikers moved with precision, weaving through the fray as arcs of crimson and electric blue energy beams crisscrossed the skies. Each exchange lit the air in violent bursts, the crackling hum of charged particles creating a symphony of destruction. The battlefield shimmered with erratic light, a chaotic fireworks display of lethal intent.


    Trailing behind their cruiser, Astrix Skystrikers and black Skystrikers engaged in a furious pursuit. Ships darted and spiraled, their movements deadly and calculated, each one fighting to outmaneuver the other in the swirling tempest of aerial combat.


    Ahead, the view shifted abruptly, and Drifter¡¯s chest tightened as the Lavia Ancient Ruin came into full view. The entire structure seemed alive, glowing with hues of deep purple and electric blue. The paths were narrow, winding strips of lavium, suspended mid-air and pulsating with an otherworldly energy. The twists and sharp turns of the labyrinth glimmered dangerously, the glowing surface reflecting the chaotic beams from above.


    One of the Astrix Skystrikers trailing behind veered slightly off course as it approached a sharp bend. Drifter watched as a dark blue surge of energy erupted from the lavium, striking the Astrix¡¯s glowing blue shield. For a brief moment, the shield flared brilliantly, but then the ship vanished¡ªdisintegrated completely, leaving behind only a faint ripple in the void where it had been.


    The battle raged on behind them, red and blue beams cutting through the air like violent streaks of lightning. Yet, Jaxon¡¯s cruiser pressed forward, navigating the twisting paths of the ruin with unnerving precision. The glowing lavium structures blurred past, perilously close, as the ship deftly maneuvered each sharp turn, refusing to slow down.


    On her cruiser, Alina froze for a brief moment, her eyes widening in disbelief before clarity snapped her back into focus.


    "The Dead Zone? This is insane," she thought, her gaze darting toward the black Skystrikers, their relentless red energy beams ripping through her fleet. A violent tremor shook the ship, her attention pulled to the large holographic screen flickering with urgent warnings.


    Her eyes shifted to the lavia ancient ruin below, her decision made in an instant.


    "Wait... this might work," she murmured, gripping the controls.


    With precision, Alina¡¯s Clavusia Cruiser veered sharply, diving into the twisting pathways of the Lavia Ancient Ruin. Her team of Skystrikers followed closely, navigating treacherously narrow corridors, their ships brushing perilously close to the lavium.


    "Creator¡­ guide us," whispered Nadia Fernleaf, her knuckles white as she clutched the controls.


    Alma Rosenthal miscalculated a turn, her Skystriker grazing the glowing lavium. A surge of dark blue energy erupted, and in an instant, her ship vanished, erased without a trace.


    "Ms. Alina¡­ we¡¯re not trained for this," her desperate voice crackled as she stood from her command nexus chair


    Alina¡¯s focus didn¡¯t falter. Her voice cut through the chaos.


    "All units, stay high and avoid the debris," she ordered, her calm resolve steadying her team.


    Meanwhile, the black Skystrikers pressed on. Some veered too close to the glowing lavium, triggering surges of dark blue energy that consumed them instantly, leaving nothing but faint, shimmering traces in the air. Others maneuvered with alarming precision, darting through the chaos like relentless shadows, impossible to shake.This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    On Jaxon¡¯s Clavusia Cruiser, a grin spread across his face, his eyes alight with exhilaration.


    "No escape now," he muttered, releasing a barrage of blue projectiles from turrets encircling his ship. Two black Skystrikers exploded in fiery bursts, their fragments scattering through the ruins.


    "Nice shot," Alina commended over the comms, her tone sharp but focused as her eyes darted between tactical displays and the sky.


    The black Skystrikers closed in on Jaxon¡¯s Cruiser, unleashing a relentless barrage of red energy beams. Crimson streaks cut through the air, striking the cruiser¡¯s hull with deadly precision. Explosions rippled across the ship, sending violent tremors through the command bridge. The large holographic screen blinked a warning, sections of the triangular ship structure on the left and right glowing an ominous red.


    "Damn it..." Jaxon growled through clenched teeth, his jaw tightening.


    "This is bad... We''ve got a hull breach," he said sharply, his voice cutting through the chaos.


    Flames licked hungrily at the ship¡¯s interior, casting flickering shadows across the walls. The ceiling groaned under the strain, and sparks rained down, filling the air with the acrid stench of burning metal. The alarms blared, their piercing cries echoing through the chaos on the bridge.


    In an instant, the Ice Magic Rune activated, ancient glyphs glowing with a pale blue light. Frost spread rapidly across the interior, smothering the flames and cooling the searing heat. A moment later, ship automatons¡ªsmall, spherical repair drones¡ªwhirred to life, emerging from their hidden compartments. Their sensors scanned the damaged sections, prioritizing areas secured by the frost. With mechanical precision, they darted through the smoke, welding cracks and sealing breaches, restoring stability to the ship¡¯s fragile hull.


    In the middle of it all, Drifter moved with precision. Blue energy radiated from his hands as he approached an injured student, channeling a Healing Surge with calm efficiency.


    "Stay with me. You¡¯ll be fine," he said softly, his eyes sharp and alert despite his steady tone.


    The student looked up at him, eyes weak but grateful.


    "Thank you... sir," they whispered faintly.


    Nearby, Luna remained calm amidst the turmoil. With a sweep of her hand, an icy mist materialized, spiraling and smothering the flames. The suffocating heat was replaced by the chilling embrace of Luna¡¯s frosty power, bringing relief to the damaged interior.


    Jaxon stared intently at the Vestra System map displayed before him. Small blue dots moved closer to a large blue triangle, while clusters of red dots loomed ominously behind.


    "Alright... let¡¯s stir things up a little," he murmured with a faint smirk curling on his lips.


    His ship surged upward, leaving the chasing black Skystrikers in its wake. Dozens of ships weaved through the turbulent skies, engaged in a deadly aerial dance. But Jaxon¡¯s expression stayed composed, exuding unshakable confidence.


    His commanding and firm.


    "Alina, hit them now!"


    Without hesitation, Alina responded, her voice tight but focused.


    "Now. Don¡¯t let them regroup."


    Her team of Skystrikers was already in position. Streams of Arcane Missiles shot out, leaving streaks of glowing blue in their wake. The missiles chased down the black Skystrikers, striking with devastating accuracy. The sky lit up with fiery explosions as the enemy ships were destroyed, their wreckage plummeting into the ruins below.


    Abruptly, the remaining black Skystrikers began to retreat, followed closely by the massive, unidentified ship with glowing red thrusters.


    A distant rumble echoed through the air. Drifter turned, narrowing his eyes as a formation of triangular gray ships¡ªlarge and small¡ªslowly emerged on the horizon. Their polished hulls reflected the faint sunlight.


    It was the Nethia Defense Fleet.


    Lorcan Grindelwald scoffed, folding his arms with a shake of his head.


    "Well, there¡¯s your late heroes," he said, his tone dripping with sarcastic amusement.


    Reine Lindt kept his gaze fixed on the screen, barely nodding as he muttered softly,


    "At least they won¡¯t dare to come back now."


    Inside the ships, the students exhaled collective sighs of relief. Their tense bodies sagged into their seats, exhaustion finally overtaking them. The danger had passed, but the lingering tension in the air clung to them like a shadow.


    Jaxon leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk pulling at his lips. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, though a trace of vigilance remained. He let out a short laugh, rough but triumphant.


    "Good work, everyone. Too bad their Skystriker operators were just amateurs. Ha!"


    Sloane wiped the sweat from his brow, his chest rising and falling with deep, relieved breaths.


    "Huff... that was... intense," he muttered, his shoulders finally loosening.


    Lorcan Grindelwald slumped in his seat with a dramatic exhale, releasing his white-knuckled grip on the controls.


    "At least now... no more flying for a while," he quipped, his voice tinged with humor and relief.


    Luna Sabriel glanced at Drifter, her gaze softening at the weariness etched on his face. Her once-rigid posture had eased, her arms now resting loosely at her sides.


    "What do you think about aerial combat, Drifter?" she asked, her voice calm but curious.


    Drifter let out a long breath, rubbing his temple with slow, deliberate movements. His eyes flicked to the flashing damage reports on the console before leaning back against the wall. His shoulders sank as the tension ebbed.


    "I hope I won¡¯t have to face aerial battles again anytime soon," he replied quietly.


    As the Clavusia Cruisers made their slow return to base, a solemn silence filled the cabins. The skies were clear now, but the weight of what they had endured lingered in the air. The crew braced themselves for the upcoming debrief, each lost in their thoughts, reflecting on what lay ahead.


    This had been more than just an exercise¡ªit was a stark reminder. Danger, when it strikes, is never just a game.


    The crew of the Clavusia Cruisers would never forget that.


    [Location: Nethia Airport ¨C Docking Area ¨C Late Afternoon ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    The Clavusia Cruiser-Class Skyships landed with a thunderous tremor, their aging frames groaning under the strain. The air around Nethia Airport was colder now, laden with the memories of an unexpected assault. The students disembarked quietly, their steps heavy, their postures reflecting the burden of battle.


    They paused, exchanging uneasy glances, before heading toward the Debrief Room.


    Inside, the room was steeped in silence, broken only by the low hum of monitors. The students stood along the walls, arms folded tightly or fidgeting nervously. A sense of uncertainty hung over them, amplifying the weight of the moment.


    Jaxon leaned casually against a console, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his lips. He crossed his arms.


    ¡°Today was something else, huh?¡± he chuckled softly, his eyes darting around the room.


    ¡°Guess there¡¯s a lot to unpack in this debrief.¡±


    Across the room, Alina Walsh stood rigid, arms crossed tightly over her chest.


    "I¡¯ve never seen a ship like that before... red evocyte beams, red thrusters¡ªit¡¯s something new," she said, her voice steady but laced with tension. Her jaw tightened as the battle replayed in her mind.


    "We need to report this to the Grandmaster. Immediately."


    By the window, Luna Sabriel stood motionless, her fingers lightly tapping against her hip. Her narrowed eyes and furrowed brow hinted at the storm of thoughts beneath her calm exterior. Her breathing was deep and controlled.


    "There¡¯s no way sky pirates could customize a ship that advanced¡­ That thing has to be a new weapon for some nation," she said, her voice steady and sure.


    Jaxon leaned back further against the console, his smirk widening as he glanced at Alina.


    "Who knows? Seems pretty dumb to waste all that tech on a training ship," he said, his tone casual, as if the whole thing were just an elaborate joke.


    Alina shot him a sharp look, her lips tightening.


    "Who¡¯d be bold enough to attack us? And if it¡¯s just a weapon test, why waste the effort on us?" she said, her steady tone edged with frustration.


    Across the room, Luna remained still, her gaze fixed on the window. Her fingers occasionally clenched into fists before relaxing again. Her breath caught briefly as the image of the Black Cube flickered in her mind, but she stayed silent, letting the unease simmer behind her composed expression.


    The room began to buzz with anxious whispers. The students shifted nervously in their spots or clutched at their belts. Uneasy glances were exchanged, filled with doubt.


    Jaxon broke the tension, pushing off the console and approaching Alina, his eyes gleaming mischievously.


    "Gotta admit, you didn¡¯t do too bad back there, Alina," he quipped, his tone light but laced with mockery. He tilted his head, flashing a mischievous smirk.


    "For someone who¡¯s always nagging me, you¡¯re pretty good at keeping up."


    Alina sighed, her shoulders relaxing slightly, the sharpness in her eyes beginning to soften.


    ¡°Your unpredictable methods actually worked to our advantage,¡± she admitted, a brief smile flickering across her lips.


    ¡°I¡¯ll give you that¡ªthere¡¯s something to be said for... unconventional strategies.¡±


    Jaxon stepped closer, his grin turning smug.


    "Well, well, a compliment from you? Didn¡¯t think I¡¯d live to see the day," he teased, but his voice dipped slightly, a rare flicker of seriousness cutting through.


    "Seriously though, you should loosen up once in a while. Might do you some good."


    Alina shook her head, letting out a soft sigh. A faint smirk crept onto her lips as she replied, her tone steady and matter-of-fact.


    "I¡¯ll let you handle the jokes. Someone¡¯s gotta keep things under control around here."[


    At the back of the room, Alma Rosenthal fidgeted nervously, leaning closer to Nadia Fernleaf and whispering.


    ¡°Nadia... what do you think about that rumor?¡±


    Nadia stiffened, her face flushing. She turned to Alma, her expression a mix of confusion and embarrassment.


    ¡°What rumor, Alma?¡± she asked softly, her voice tinged with unease.


    Alma glanced around, lowering her voice further, her urgency evident.


    ¡°There¡¯s a rumor that they¡¯re... dating.¡±


    Nadia froze, her cheeks turning pink as she stammered, her gaze dropping to the floor.


    ¡°Maybe...¡± she whispered hesitantly, her voice barely audible.


    Sloane smirked from his seat, catching the exchange.


    ¡°Careful, Alma. If Alina hears that, you¡¯re done for.¡±


    Lorcan, always looking for trouble, leaned forward with a sly grin.


    ¡°What if we told her?¡±


    Alma went pale, her eyes widening in panic. She raised her hands, trying to stop the teasing before it escalated.


    ¡°Stop it, you two! Please, don¡¯t tell her!¡±


    Sensing the rising tension, Reine glanced at the group anxiously, stepping in to intervene.


    ¡°Uh, guys... maybe we shouldn¡¯t¡ª¡±


    Lorcan laughed, unfazed.


    ¡°Relax, Reine. It¡¯s just a joke. This¡¯ll be hilarious.¡±


    At that moment, Alina noticed the group. Her sharp gaze swept over them as she approached with decisive steps. Her presence silenced the awkward chatter, and she stopped in front of Alma, who was now crimson with embarrassment.


    Alina gave a small nod, her eyes steady on Alma, a faint smile playing on her lips.


    ¡°Good work, everyone,¡± she said, her tone softening slightly as she addressed Alma.


    ¡°Alma, do you have anything to add?¡±


    Alma, still red-faced, could barely whisper.


    ¡°No, ma¡¯am... just... thank you, everyone. Especially Mr. Jaxon and Ms. Alina. We... we survived because of you.¡±


    Loud laughter erupted from Sloane and Lorcan, full and unrestrained.


    Reine frowned slightly, his lips pressing together tightly as he glanced at Alma.


    Alma clenched her fists, her cheeks burning, but a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Beside her, Nadia let out a quiet chuckle, her shoulders trembling with suppressed laughter.


    At the back of the room, Drifter leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. His gaze was distant, but his eyes scanned every corner of the room.


    ¡°Aerial battles... different times, different methods,¡± he murmured quietly, almost to himself.


    He let out a long sigh, staring at the floor briefly before speaking again.


    "The threats we¡¯re facing now¡­ they might not just be from Cataclysmaris. This technology¡­ I need to learn how to use it to its fullest."

 Chapter 8. Unexpected Visit

    [Verm Evocaier Academy - Academy Wing Zone - Morning - Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    Drifter walked through the courtyard, his eyes catching sight of instructors rushing around, their coats billowing in the wind. Jaxon, who was usually laid-back, now sprinted forward with Alina following behind, her breath ragged. Without hesitation, Drifter decided to follow them.


    When he reached the front of the academy building in the Academy Wing, Drifter spotted Friedrich Rosenthal standing tall, his golden hair shimmering under the morning sun. His brow furrowed as his sharp gaze scanned the instructors bustling around. Beside him stood Gideon Frostwhisper, calm and composed, his long silver hair flowing neatly, and his blue eyes radiating both tranquility and vigilance.


    "What¡¯s going on, sir?" asked Friedrich, his voice curious, his brow slightly raised.


    Headmaster Gideon turned slightly, his gaze sharp yet steady.


    "An unplanned visit, Fred," he replied in a low, firm tone.


    Suddenly, a woman with long wavy burgundy hair appeared, her steps firm and measured. Her red, white, and black dress exuded elegance. It was Grandmaster Mina Hildebrand.


    As Mina approached, Friedrich straightened up, raising his chin slightly before bowing his head in a brief motion. He stepped forward, his hand instinctively touching his chest.


    "Grandmaster Mina, it¡¯s an honor to see you at the academy. We didn¡¯t expect¡ª" he began, his voice steady despite a hint of surprise.


    Mina raised her hand, palm open, stopping Friedrich mid-sentence.


    "No need for formalities, Friedrich. I¡¯m not here on official business," she said, her voice calm yet authoritative, causing Friedrich to take half a step back, his head slightly bowed.


    Students began to gather around her, some jogging over excitedly, others bouncing on their toes. Younger ones tugged at their friends¡¯ sleeves, while older ones moved quickly, their eyes bright, jostling for a closer spot near Mina. Their voices overlapped in an eager chatter.


    "Grandmaster, what will you teach today?" asked a young girl, her eyes sparkling.


    "Thank you for your guidance last month, Grandmaster," added a boy enthusiastically.


    Mina smiled gently, her voice soft.


    "I¡¯m sorry, not today. Maybe next time, alright?"


    Drifter stood at a distance, his gaze fixed on Mina. Her face was unchanged, looking exactly the same as the last time he had seen her.


    "She hasn¡¯t aged¡­ of course, she wouldn¡¯t. Not for a Primordial," he thought, holding his breath for a moment as old memories began to resurface.


    "There¡¯s no way she¡¯d remember me¡­ I was just another ordinary member," Drifter thought, his lips pressed into a tight line, his eyes avoiding the gazes of those around him.


    Mina scanned the crowd, her gaze pausing for a moment. She tilted her head slightly, the corner of her lips curving into a faint smile.


    "Oh, there he is," she said softly, her eyes locking onto Drifter.


    Then she turned to Friedrich, her subtle smile unchanged.


    "Friedrich, that¡¯s him, isn¡¯t it? Drifter from the past?"


    Friedrich glanced at Drifter briefly before turning back to Mina, standing tall as he replied firmly.


    "Yes, Grandmaster."


    Drifter took a deep breath, his shoulders slumping slightly as he stepped forward, his pace slow and deliberate.


    Mina shifted her gaze, the corner of her lips curving slightly. Her eyes narrowed for a brief moment before settling into a focused stare.


    "Strange... it feels like I know you," she said softly, almost like a murmur.


    Drifter remained silent. His eyes widened briefly in surprise, but his body stayed still, as if frozen.


    Mina straightened up, her gaze locking onto Drifter, her eyes narrowing slightly.


    "You... you were always with them, weren¡¯t you? Jaden... and the girl, Vina."


    Her voice slowed, heavy with emotion, her gaze momentarily distant before sharpening again. She drew a quick breath, her tone shifting.


    "Yes, yes, I remember now."


    The names struck Drifter like a storm, making his body tense instantly. His right hand reflexively gripped the Elysian Wardstone in the pocket of his black trousers. His breathing faltered, his chest tightening.


    Taking a slow, shaky breath, Drifter finally spoke, his voice raspy, barely above a whisper.


    "I didn¡¯t think you¡¯d still remember, Grandmaster."


    Mina Hildebrand let out a soft chuckle, a faint smile flickering across her face¡ªbriefly, before it vanished. Her gaze turned sharp, cold as steel.


    "Of course, I remember more than you think," she said, her tone now firm, cutting. She turned away from Drifter, her posture rigid, brimming with authority.


    "But I¡¯m not here to dwell on the past."


    The tension thickened in the air. Without waiting for a response, Mina turned sharply, her gaze now fixed on Friedrich, her eyes piercing.


    "I want to see the Cube."


    Friedrich tensed, the lines on his forehead deepening before he responded.


    "Of course. The Cube is in the Research Center," he said, his voice steady but slightly lower than usual.


    Mina walked with purpose, each step deliberate. Students quickly stepped aside, some bowing their heads with respect. Drifter followed behind her, his gaze lingering on Mina. The intensity in her earlier look left something unsettled in his mind¡ªnot just recognition, but something deeper, hidden behind her cold demeanor.


    They arrived at a large white building. The door opened with a soft hiss, revealing a sterile interior lit by bright white lights, windowless and clinical. Mina, Friedrich, and Gideon stepped into the elevator. Silence enveloped them, broken only by the faint hum of the elevator as it ascended.


    In the center of the Research Center¡¯s main room stood the Black Cube, gripped firmly by a massive mechanical claw, surrounded by a glowing blue barrier that pulsed rhythmically, almost as if it were breathing. Console magisterial devices lined the room, their holographic displays flickering with steady patterns.


    Drifter scanned the room, his eyes moving over the researchers who paused briefly, glancing at Mina with a mix of respect and unease. Among them, his gaze fell on Luna Sabriel, a woman with long black hair, wearing a black dress and a white lab coat, typing on a console.


    Suddenly, Drifter¡¯s head throbbed, and his vision blurred. Voices without form erupted in his mind, faint echoes from a distant place.


    ¡°¡­em¡­no¡­troy¡­¡±


    His eyes shut for a moment, and his hand clenched tightly around the edge of his black coat, steadying himself.


    Mina stopped before the Black Cube, her gaze unyielding as it locked onto the artifact. Her brow furrowed slightly, and her fingers tapped lightly against her dress, a small sign of impatience.


    Behind her, Friedrich stood tall, his eyes flicking briefly to Mina, his jaw tightening as if suppressing unease.


    "Luna, what have you found?" Mina asked, her voice calm.


    Luna lifted her head, her expression serious.


    "I¡¯m sorry, our analysis comparing it with other artifacts in the database hasn¡¯t yielded any results. We¡¯ve matched it against all dark artifacts from the Cult of Shadronis, but there¡¯s nothing¡­ We¡¯re trying other methods."


    Mina gave a small nod and continued.


    "And Ragnar¡¯s order to destroy it with Lavium, have you tried it?"


    Luna brought up a recording on the holographic console. The footage showed an automaton carrying the Cube to the Lavia ancient ruins and placing it on a box-shaped structure made of Lavium, a material radiating deep purple and electric blue hues. Despite this, the Cube remained completely inert, showing no reaction to the material.


    Mina let out a small scoff, her gaze cold as it lingered on the recording.


    "As I expected¡­"


    Friedrich swallowed hard, then spoke softly, his voice steady despite the hesitation.


    "We¡¯ve heightened security since the Cube arrived. But¡­ Grandmaster, may I ask¡­ what do you know about this artifact?"


    The room fell into a heavy silence. Mina kept her gaze fixed on the Cube, her sharp eyes clouded with unreadable thoughts. After a moment, she finally spoke, her voice hoarse, carrying an almost unbearable weight.


    "Chimia hasn¡¯t discovered anything¡­ But personally, I believe this is something that shouldn¡¯t exist here."


    She paused briefly, her tone dropping further, almost a whisper.


    "I just hope it¡¯s not the same cursed artifact¡­ the one that drove people mad before."


    Her words hung in the air like a heavy mist, filling the room with an unseen dread. Drifter felt his stomach tighten, the fear he had long tried to suppress about the Cube now surfacing, amplified by the certainty in Mina¡¯s voice.


    With a sharp motion, Mina turned toward Friedrich, her gaze now piercing and commanding.


    "Fortify the academy¡¯s defenses. I will send veterans from Varde to assist. This place must be heavily secured."


    Without hesitation, Friedrich nodded firmly.


    "Understood, Grandmaster."


    A brief, tense silence followed, broken only by the faint hum of the Cube. Then, suddenly, Mina¡¯s attention shifted to Drifter. A faint smile returned to her lips, but this time, her eyes held something sharper, more calculating.


    Mina Hildebrand spoke with a tone that was almost playful but carried a dangerous edge.


    "But before I leave¡­"


    She stepped closer, her gaze probing with an undeniable intensity. Drifter felt his body tense, his instincts warning him.Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there.


    Mina¡¯s smile widened, her eyes glinting with a challenge.


    "There¡¯s something I want to test."


    Drifter¡¯s brow furrowed slightly, unease creeping in.


    "Test?"


    Mina¡¯s smile deepened, her eyes gleaming with something dangerous and curious. She turned sharply, her burgundy hair flowing behind her.


    With a simple gesture, Mina Hildebrand spoke lightly, though her tone was resolute.


    "A duel. I want to see how strong a warrior from the past truly is."


    Her words hung in the air, laden with history and challenge. Drifter sighed softly to himself, the inevitability settling in. With Mina, challenges like this couldn¡¯t be avoided.


    Drifter spoke with a tone of resignation yet firmness, the voice of a soldier accepting a command.


    "If that¡¯s what you wish, Grandmaster."


    Mina¡¯s eyes gleamed with anticipation, her smile widening. Her voice carried a spark of excitement.


    "Good. Let¡¯s not waste any time."


    [Location: Verm Evocaier Academy ¨C Duel Arena ¨C Noon ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    Drifter stood motionless in the duel arena, his eyes locked on Mina Hildebrand, who stood on the opposite side. The enthusiastic cheers of the crowd echoed around them, familiar voices ringing out.


    "You¡¯ve got this, Drifter!" cheered Alma Rosenthal, her voice bursting with excitement.


    "Be careful, Drifter!" added Nadia Fernleaf, her voice filled with concern.


    Drifter turned briefly, giving a small nod in acknowledgment.


    On the other side of the arena, a group of instructors observed quietly. Alina and Luna offered brief greetings with faint smiles. Meanwhile, Jaxon, ever casual, waved lazily while wearing his signature aviator glasses.


    Drifter raised his hand in a brief salute to the crowd. At the edge of the arena, Sloane Gast leaned closer to Lorcan Grindelwald, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.


    "So, who do you think will win?" he asked, nudging Lorcan playfully.


    Lorcan crossed his arms, his voice full of confidence as he glanced at the two fighters.


    "Drifter, obviously. Remember last time? I¡¯ve never even seen Grandmaster Mina fight. She¡¯s all talk and no action these days."


    Next to them, Reine Lindt fidgeted nervously, his hands twisting together as he glanced between Lorcan and Sloane. His voice was soft, barely audible, tinged with uncertainty.


    "Yeah¡­ I think I agree with Lorcan. Drifter¡¯s probably going to win."


    Sloane chuckled, shaking his head with a playful grin.


    "You guys are crazy. Grandmaster Mina is a legend. She¡¯s got centuries of experience. My money¡¯s on her."


    He raised an eyebrow, his grin turning mischievous.


    "And when I win, you two are treating me to lunch tomorrow."


    Lorcan and Reine exchanged small smiles before nodding in agreement.


    "Alright."


    The crowd¡¯s cheers swelled as the tension in the arena grew palpable. Mina Hildebrand stepped forward, two glowing burgundy sigils appearing in her hands, radiating a heavy, oppressive aura.


    On the opposite side, Drifter stood calm and composed. Black armor and a long cape materialized over his body, while Exaltare, a dark gray sword, appeared in his hand, its length pulsating with faint blue energy.


    A faint, predatory smile curved across Mina¡¯s lips. Her voice cut through the charged air, sharp and commanding.


    "Don¡¯t hold back. Show me what you¡¯re capable of."


    Drifter, his tone calm yet resolute, responded simply.


    "Understood, Grandmaster."


    His eyes stayed locked on Mina, a flicker of old memories flashing through his mind. Back in the Mage Association, she had been a prodigy, her Quartz Sorcery mesmerizing everyone who witnessed it. Now, her intimidating presence felt even more overwhelming


    The crystal floor of the Simulation Nexus Arena transformed into a Wasteland. Mina raised her hand, glowing sigils summoning red quartz that shot toward Drifter. He dodged swiftly, the quartz exploding on the ground and scattering sparks into the air.


    "She¡¯s starting with fire?"


    Flames roared, surging toward him with ferocity. He moved quickly, feeling the heat graze his skin, but Mina was already in control, summoning green quartz to manipulate the wind, twisting the fire into a whirlwind. The battlefield descended into chaotic destruction.


    Drifter, his voice steady, waved his hand toward the ground.


    "Blade Swarm."


    A storm of glowing blue swords spun rapidly around him, forming a tight defensive circle. Fire and wind clashed against the swords, producing sharp clinks and bursts of light that illuminated the arena.


    Drifter initiated his Exalt Shift teleportation, reappearing at full speed, trying to close the distance to Mina. However, the relentless rain of red quartz forced him to keep dodging, each shot accurately predicting his steps.


    The barren land shifted drastically, massive stone walls rising to block his paths. Explosions, fire, and wind pursued him relentlessly, disrupting his balance and rhythm. Gritting his teeth, Drifter fought against the mounting pressure of the battlefield.


    "I hope this is just a warm-up, Drifter," Mina''s voice rang out, cutting through the chaos of the clashing elements.


    She continued her assault, launching yellow quartz that exploded in brilliant flashes upon colliding with Drifter¡¯s swords. The dazzling light forced his eyes shut momentarily, and in that brief moment, a barrage of black quartz struck him. The resulting explosions unleashed spiraling black energy mixed with flashes of light, forming a vortex that consumed everything nearby. The air thundered, and fragments of light and debris were sucked into the roaring dark core.


    In an instant, Drifter¡¯s armor, Exaltare and spectral swords dissolved into glowing blue particles. A faint blue shimmer of his natural barrier emerged, flaring as it absorbed the impact of the blast.


    Cornered, Drifter swiftly reformed Exaltare and his black armor, the blue energy enveloping him once again. Without hesitation, he fired a barrage of Exalt Bolts from his left hand, sharp beams of blue energy streaking toward Mina.


    But a glowing Quarzschild¡ªa quartz shield¡ªrose before her, blocking the attack. A thunderous explosion shook the air as fragments of the shattered shield scattered in all directions, leaving echoes of power across the arena.


    Before the dust could settle, Mina moved with burgundy sigils swirled around her, coalescing into W?chterfels, a massive bipedal Quartz Guardian. The ground trembled under the weight of the giant as it stood ready to attack.


    The crowd gasped in awe, their eyes widening at the sight of the towering Guardian looming over the battlefield.


    "No way... she summoned a Guardian," someone muttered.


    Sloane, laughing, nudged Reine, a wide grin on his face.


    "See? There¡¯s no way Drifter is winning this."


    W?chterfels swung its massive fist at Drifter, narrowly missing its mark. Before Drifter could recover, the Guardian¡¯s left hand shifted into a sharp spear, thrusting toward him with deadly precision. Reacting swiftly, Drifter materialized his spectral swords, arranging them into a defensive formation. The spear collided with the glowing blades in a brilliant explosion of light.


    The assault didn¡¯t stop there. The Guardian¡¯s other hand, once a fist, shifted into a colossal blade that came crashing down, aiming to cleave Drifter in two. He dodged skillfully, the blade carving a massive fissure into the land floor.


    Unfazed, Drifter raised his left hand, firing another barrage of Exalt Bolts, the blue energy striking W?chterfels¡¯ chest. The Guardian staggered slightly but remained standing, its immense frame unyielding.


    Drifter pressed on, sending his spinning spectral swords toward the Guardian¡¯s joints, seeking weak points in its thick armor. But even as his attacks landed precisely, W?chterfels stood firm, a fortress of resilience.


    Meanwhile, Mina moved swiftly, taking advantage of Drifter¡¯s focus on the Guardian. With a wave of her hand, she manipulated the battlefield using Erdformer, shaping the ground into a labyrinth of stone and quartz. In moments, towering walls concealed her from view.


    But Drifter wasn¡¯t fooled. Bright blue sigils lit up the sky as he unleashed Exalt Storm. A surge of blue energy obliterated the labyrinth instantly, reducing the walls to flying debris. Amid the ruins, Mina counterattacked, sending waves of blue and purple quartz streaking toward Drifter.


    Drifter moved swiftly to evade the barrage. But the blue quartz left trails of rapidly freezing ice in its wake, trapping his surroundings. When the purple quartz struck the ice, violent arcs of purple lightning spread across the arena, enclosing Drifter in their grasp.


    The energy surged through his natural barrier, forcing him to stagger and collapse to the ground. Pain coursed through his body as he struggled to steady his breath.


    Meanwhile, Mina commanded W?chterfels forward. The massive Guardian¡¯s arms transformed into giant swords, poised to strike Drifter.


    A resounding boom of blue energy shattered the tense air. From the rising dust, hidden Exalt Storm Sigils flared brilliantly, unleashing a torrent of blue energy beams aimed directly at Mina with tremendous force.


    The collision of blue energy with Mina¡¯s natural barrier shook the battlefield. She summoned W?chterfels back, the Guardian standing firm as a shield, reinforced by a wall of glowing crystals formed from Quarzschild. The radiant quartz reflected shards of blue light across the arena.


    But Drifter stood once more, his resolve burning brighter. He summoned additional glowing sigils, launching another wave of Exalt Storm straight at W?chterfels. The blue energy exploded against the Guardian, creating deep cracks in its thick armor. Seizing the opportunity, Drifter charged forward, Exaltare slicing through the Guardian with relentless precision, shattering it into scattered fragments.


    Without hesitation, Drifter raised his hand, forming a radiant Exalt Barrier to shield himself completely. In a flash of light, he vanished with Exalt Shift, teleporting directly in front of Mina. Exaltare was raised high, glowing with intense blue energy, ready to deliver the decisive blow.


    But in an instant, Mina reacted. With a graceful motion, she unleashed Felsensturm. The ground beneath them trembled violently as massive fissures erupted, sending sharp rocks and quartz shards hurtling toward Drifter. The wave of attacks struck his Exalt Barrier with overwhelming force, shattering it into fading fragments of light.


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    But hidden among the debris of the Erdformer labyrinth, dozens of floating swords began to stir. With a swift command, the blades shot forward at blinding speed. In the blink of an eye, Drifter¡¯s swords struck Mina head-on.


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    The clash of their attacks was deafening, producing a shattering crack that echoed across the arena. Both their natural barriers broke instantly, forcing the fighters to stagger back, panting heavily. The result was clear¡ªit was a draw.


    The crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement filling every corner of the arena. The spectacle they had just witnessed was incredible, and the draw only heightened their euphoria.


    The simulation arena reset in a flash of light, returning to its original state with the crystal floor restored. The crowd burst into applause, the tension finally breaking.


    At the edge of the arena, Sloane laughed, giving Lorcan a pat on the back.


    "Looks like no one won... guess we¡¯re paying for ourselves."


    Lorcan and Reine exchanged mischievous grins, their earlier confidence fading.


    "Fine by me," Lorcan said with a shrug. "I didn¡¯t want to owe you anything anyway."


    Sloane raised an eyebrow, his sly grin growing.


    "How about we invite Drifter? He¡¯s probably hungry. Maybe he¡¯ll pick up the tab."


    Reine nodded, his tone playful.


    "Sure, but let¡¯s not guilt him into it. That¡¯d be a bit mean."


    Lorcan chuckled, his eyes lighting up with amusement.


    "Alright, let¡¯s go. I¡¯m starving anyway."


    As the crowd began to disperse, Mina walked purposefully toward Drifter, who was surrounded by Sloane, Reine, and Lorcan. The Duel Grounds had fallen quiet.


    Mina, her voice low and calm, said,


    "An excellent match, Drifter. It¡¯s been a while since I¡¯ve seen an Arcane Saber¡ªnostalgic."


    Drifter gave a small nod, his tone steady but sincere.


    "Thank you, Grandmaster. You¡¯re as incredible as I remember, Grandmaster."


    Mina stepped closer, her gaze sharp, her voice quiet but intense.


    "By the way, do you still hear whispers from the Black Cube?"


    Drifter lowered his head, his expression dimming. His fingers fidgeted at the edge of his jacket before he let out a slow breath and shook his head gently.


    "Not anymore."


    Mina studied him closely for a moment before giving a slow nod.


    "Good. That¡¯s for the best." Her voice was soft but firm. She let out a small sigh, her eyes lowering briefly before she turned away.


    "Take care of yourself, Drifter. We may need your strength again soon."


    Mina walked away, raising her hand toward Friedrich and Headmaster Gideon, who followed her. Both men immediately straightened, their right hands touching their chests before dropping in a crisp salute. They stopped in place as Mina continued toward the gate.


    Drifter watched Mina¡¯s retreating figure, letting her words and the sadness in her gaze linger in his mind.


    Behind him, the faint chatter of Sloane, Reine, and Lorcan about food drifted like whispers. He paid them no attention, his mind lost in a storm of silence. Standing rigid, his shoulders tensed, he was haunted by the faces of those long gone and the laughter now silenced¡ªeach memory a wound yet to heal.


    Meanwhile, Mina walked slowly through the academy halls, her gaze lost in the visions forming in her mind. A man with crimson eyes, long silver hair, and black armor appeared, his jaw set, his sharp gaze that of an unyielding warrior. Next, another man with short brown hair and calm blue eyes, his face radiating kindness. Then, a woman with long silver hair and pointed ears stood gracefully, her red eyes holding an air of deep mystery. Finally, a woman with golden hair, pointed ears, and shining golden eyes that glimmered with unwavering determination, her steps steady as if ready to face the world without fear.


    Her lips moved almost imperceptibly, a single name slipping from her breath, soft and heavy.


    "Cecily..."


    Her head dipped slightly, her eyes fixed blankly on the ground as though searching for something that no longer existed.

 Chapter 9. Wisdom Beyond the Rift

    [Location: Verm Evocaier Academy ¨C Residential Zone ¨C Morning ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    Drifter stepped out of his room, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings. The academy was unusually quiet on this holiday morning. The Academy Residential Complex exuded tranquility, with the air carrying the soft melodies of Skysinger birds. The gentle murmur of a fountain added a soothing rhythm in the distance. Occasionally, the heavy footsteps and brief barks of Skylins accompanying instructors broke the stillness, but they quickly faded, allowing the serene silence to settle once more.


    Drifter slowed his pace. A faint meowing, like a whisper, stopped him in his tracks. He turned, his gaze scanning the area, searching for the source of the sound. Morning sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting moving shadows across the grass. Amidst the light and shadow, he saw an unusual scene.


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    Alina Walsh knelt, a ribbon swaying in her hand as a sleek, blue-furred Vellcat leapt gracefully, its claws glinting. Nearby, Luna Sabriel sat cross-legged, calmly stroking a black Vellcat with glowing green eyes perched on her lap.


    Drifter stood still, his gaze shifting between Alina¡¯s energy, Luna¡¯s calm, and the watchful Vellcats. A silver-coated one sniffed Alina¡¯s boot before curling up beside her, completely at ease.


    Without warning, Luna turned. Her icy blue eyes met Drifter''s with a calm, steady gaze.


    "Good morning, Drifter. Are you settling in here?" she asked, her voice flat but warm.


    Drifter gave a small nod. His eyes flickered to the bowls of water and food under the shade, blankets loosely scattered, and toys spread out across the grass. Taking a deep breath, he replied in a low voice, "Yes, though not entirely. I''m still adjusting."


    Alina turned, her cheerful smile lighting up her face. She tossed a small treat toward a hesitant Vellcat, which sniffed it cautiously before quickly retreating to Luna¡¯s side.


    "These little ones can surprise you. If you give them a chance, they can teach you a lot," she said with a glance toward Drifter.


    A bright-eyed Vellcat with glowing blue eyes crept toward Drifter, sniffed the air briefly, then darted back to Luna in a flash. Drifter raised an eyebrow but said nothing, crossing his arms tighter across his chest.


    "Do you like cats?" he asked flatly.


    Alina chuckled softly, her hand gently scratching a Vellcat¡¯s ear.


    "They¡¯re smart and incredibly intuitive."


    Without looking up from the small Vellcat in her lap, Luna added, "They¡¯re sensitive to energy. They can sense things, like us." Her sharp gaze swept over Drifter''s face as if assessing his reaction.


    After a moment of silence, Alina broke it with a playful grin.


    "Oh, by the way, we were just talking. We think you''d make a great guest instructor. There''s a special class next week. The students need someone who truly knows what¡¯s out there."


    Drifter''s eyes widened briefly, then narrowed.


    "Instructor?" he repeated, disbelief clear in his tone.


    Luna nodded slowly, her expression unchanged.


    "Just once. A special class. Next Solvas."


    Drifter stood still. His expression tightened, though a mix of doubt and duty flickered in his eyes. After a heavy sigh, he nodded slightly.


    "I don¡¯t think I¡¯m the right person... but fine, I¡¯ll try."


    Alina nearly cheered, patting Drifter¡¯s shoulder enthusiastically.


    "Thank you, Drifter. You have no idea how much this means."


    As they left, a dark blue Vellcat trailed Drifter¡¯s steps, its amber eyes locked on him as if judging his worth. Alina picked it up, scratching its chin with a playful smile toward Drifter.


    "See? Even the Vellcat thinks you¡¯d make a great teacher."


    Drifter didn¡¯t respond immediately, but a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. His steps slowed briefly before he walked on, disappearing into the shadow of the buildings, leaving the song of the Skysingers and the fountain¡¯s murmur behind.


    [Location: Verm Evocaier Academy ¨C Classroom ¨C Morning ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    Morning light streamed through the large windows, casting soft patterns on the floor scattered with desks and chairs. The lively chatter of students filled the room, their energy a hallmark of mornings before lessons began.


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    Mia, a girl with wavy orange hair, leaned forward on her desk, her bright green eyes sparkling with curiosity.


    "So, Ria, how was the study program at the Conclave of Eldoria? Was it fun?" she asked eagerly, almost unable to contain herself.


    Opposite her, Vaeloria lounged casually, her shoulders relaxed. Her fingers idly twirled the end of her golden hair, which gleamed under the morning light.


    "Meh," she said lazily. "Honestly, I hated going back. Seeing all those faces lecturing me every day? No, thanks. I prefer it here. At least it¡¯s over."


    After a brief pause, she raised an eyebrow at Mia.


    "So, what¡¯s the hot news I missed?"


    Mia grinned as she turned her wrist, activating her Lumina Core. A hologram of Quazar Cafe appeared, perched atop a towering crystal structure that shimmered in vibrant blues, its futuristic design mesmerizing.


    "Look at this! A new cafe just opened¡ªQuazar Cafe. We need to check it out!"


    Vaeloria¡¯s golden eyes narrowed slightly, the hologram¡¯s reflection dancing in her irises.


    "Oh... new, huh? What¡¯s so special about it?" she asked skeptically.


    With a small smile, Mia switched the hologram to a sleek Starlace Couture bag, its elegant design sparkling.


    "There¡¯s a promo! One of the first 100 visitors gets a brand-new bag from Levana!"


    Vaeloria let out a quiet snort, her face unmoved.


    "Great. It¡¯ll be packed. No thanks if it¡¯s crowded."


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    Next to Mia, Lily, a petite girl with a purple bob-cut, leaned in. Her voice was low and laced with intrigue, while her violet eyes darted toward Vaeloria.


    "Mia, you¡¯re missing the big news. We¡¯ve got a guest, Ria." A sly smile crept onto her lips.


    "The time traveler from the past."


    Vaeloria turned sharply toward Lily, her brows furrowing.


    "No way. Seriously? There¡¯s no way someone can travel through time."


    Before Lily could respond, Mia cut in with a confident tone.


    "Oh, it¡¯s true. Even the Grandmaster believes it! Why would we lie? And, honestly,"


    she added with a wink, "he¡¯s kind of handsome, right, Lily?"


    Lily nodded shyly, her cheeks flushing slightly.


    "Yeah¡­"


    Vaeloria scoffed but a flicker of curiosity lit her eyes.


    "Now I am curious."


    On the other side of the room, Caelus Amelioris frowned, his messy blond hair falling across the open collar of his black shirt. His dark eyes narrowed in confusion.


    "From the past? Seriously?"


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    Nearby, Bryan, a tall student with short dark brown hair, glanced at him with a small smile.


    "You¡¯re back, Caelus? How was your study program at the Conclave of Eldoria?"


    Caelus responded with a faint smile, his voice calm but polite.


    "The country¡¯s beautiful... serene, lots of trees. But I think the students here are stronger." He paused briefly before adding, "


    By the way, where¡¯s Lorcan?"


    Bryan chuckled, leaning back casually in his chair.


    "Him? Probably late as usual."


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    Alyssa, a girl with red ponytail hair sitting nearby, smiled brightly and nudged Bryan''s arm.


    "Miss him, huh? Aren¡¯t you tired of him always challenging you to duels? He¡¯ll probably be thrilled to see you back."


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    The student with wavy, short light brown hair, sitting near the door, Erick, nodded toward it, his voice low but clear.


    "Hey, Alina¡¯s here. And... looks like she brought the guy from the past."


    The door opened. Drifter entered, his gaze sweeping across the classroom, which instantly fell silent. Alina moved to the front, but the quiet was shattered as the door swung open again with force. Laughter echoed as three figures walked in.


    Lorcan Grindelwald led the way, his strides wide and confident, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. His reddish-brown eyes sparkled with playfulness.


    "Morning, Alina! You¡¯re way too early, you know."


    A few students chuckled. Alina remained expressionless. Behind him, Sloane Gast sauntered in, his hands buried in the pockets of his black trench coat.


    "Yeah, what¡¯s the rush? Didn¡¯t stop for breakfast, huh?"


    Last came Reine Lindt, moving quietly. Her hood was pulled low over her pale blonde hair, almost covering her face. Her voice was soft, barely audible.


    "Sorry, ma¡¯am¡­ we¡¯re late."


    Lorcan looked ahead, his eyes widening.


    "Drifter? What are you doing here?"


    Whispers filled the room until Alina cut through them with a sharp tone.


    "Enough, Lorcan. Sit. Now."


    The three of them exchanged glances before taking their seats. Sloane leaned back lazily, Reine hunched low at the back, and Lorcan kept his trademark grin, though his curiosity about Drifter was evident.


    When the room finally quieted, Alina stood tall.


    "Today, we have someone with the most experience battling Cataclysmaris. Drifter will share his knowledge with you."


    The mood shifted immediately. Whispers ceased as the students¡¯ gazes locked on Drifter, their expressions a mix of awe and nervousness.


    Lorcan shot to his feet, brimming with enthusiasm.


    "Wo-ho! Finally, a class that isn¡¯t boring!"


    Laughter broke out, but Alina¡¯s sharp glare silenced it. Drifter stepped forward, his deep voice breaking the tension.


    ¡°Of course. First, have any of you ever faced a Cataclysmaris before?¡±


    The room fell silent. The students¡¯ eyes revealed a mix of fear and curiosity. Drifter nodded, his tone steady.


    "Just as I thought. Most of you haven¡¯t. The last Abyssal breach was sealed 700 years ago¡ªexcept for the one in Paxluma."The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    He paused, scanning the students one by one.


    "The rift at Paxluma was different. The largest ever recorded, with Cataclysmaris numbering like an endless sea. That¡¯s where I fought last, before ending up here."


    Mentioning Paxluma brought a palpable tension to the room. Drifter continued, his voice lower but resolute.


    "To close an Abyssal Breach, you must destroy its core¡ªthe Void Rift. All artificial energy¡ªwhether from Skyships, Golems, or Skystrikers¡ªwill be absorbed and rendered useless. Technology can¡¯t be relied on. All you¡¯ll have is your training, your wits, and your courage."


    The room seemed frozen. Lorcan leaned back, his grin fading, while Nadia Fernleaf clutched her book tightly, her knuckles white. The weight of Drifter¡¯s words hung in the air.


    He pressed on, his tone firm and unwavering.


    "The first thing you need to understand is this: Cataclysmaris are not ordinary creatures. They¡¯re entities bound to the rift. They don¡¯t stop¡ªuntil they¡¯re dead... or we are."


    He raised his hand and tapped the Lumina Core on his wrist. A soft blue glow illuminated the room as a holographic image appeared before the class.


    The room dimmed as the image of an Othrupinel-Class Cataclysmaris came to life¡ªa pulsating dark core with smooth, fractured surfaces glowing red. Jagged tendrils lashed out wildly, adorned with flickering red orbs. Its adaptive armor shifted constantly, exposing weak spots momentarily before sealing them.


    Gasps rippled through the class. Some students leaned closer, curiosity overtaking fear, while others instinctively recoiled at the sight of the grotesque creature.


    Drifter pointed at the image, his voice sharp and commanding.


    "This is an Othrupinel-Class Cataclysmaris, the most common type. It will likely be your first encounter¡ªand for some of you, it might be your last."


    His words lingered heavily in the air, leaving no room for doubt.


    Stepping closer to the projection, his expression darkened.


    "That core you see? It¡¯s alive. Those cracks? They¡¯re weak points, but don¡¯t be fooled. Each pulse is unstable. If you¡¯re near when it explodes, you won¡¯t even have time to regret it."


    The room grew even quieter, tension thickening. Murmurs began to rise, but Drifter¡¯s voice cut through them like a blade.


    "They¡¯re faster than you think. They strike without warning¡ªdestroying everything they touch. If you hesitate for even a second..."


    He snapped his fingers, the sharp sound echoing through the room. Several students flinched, their eyes wide.


    "...you¡¯re dead."


    The projection shifted to a Gravephoma-Class, resembling a living skyship with a massive core suspended in swirling dark energy. Crimson and violet tendrils dangled like roots, while obsidian-like plates occasionally revealed chaotic energy within. Dark lightning crackled across its limbs, silhouetted against a stormy sky.


    Drifter stepped back slightly, his tone grim.


    "This is a Gravephoma-Class. It doesn¡¯t hunt individuals¡ªit hunts everything."


    He crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on the image, unyielding.


    "Do not let these things touch you. Your natural barrier won''t hold up; it will consume everything. Their tendrils siphon energy from everything they touch. Entire battalions have been drained before reaching its core. Cities have vanished. Forests turned to ash."


    The oppressive weight of the image seemed to fill the room. Even Sloane Gast, usually the first to crack a joke, sat straighter, his usual bravado gone.


    The projection shifted again, revealing a Direntica-Class¡ªa humanoid figure with a dense skeletal core, elongated sinewy limbs, and tendrils that morphed into spear-like weapons. Its crimson eyes burned within a shadowed skull-like head, while dark energy flickered like flames from its body. Its movements were erratic, predator-like, and unnervingly fast.


    Drifter spoke with a softer tone, as if filled with respect.


    "And this¡­ is the Direntica-Class. If the others are chaos, this one is precision."


    He turned to face the class, leaving the projection behind. The intensity of his presence filled the room, deepening the silence. His tone darkened.


    "It doesn¡¯t charge. It doesn¡¯t rampage. It watches. It thinks. And it only attacks when it knows you can¡¯t fight back."


    Drifter scanned the room, his voice growing louder.


    "If you encounter one, remember this¡ªthey aren¡¯t mindless creatures. They¡¯re predators, calculating forces of destruction. If you can¡¯t escape, fight with everything you have, because it won¡¯t give you a second chance."


    He paused, letting his words sink in. The room was silent¡ªtoo silent. The air felt heavier with the gravity of his statement.


    His voice lowered, becoming sharper and more deliberate.


    "And they¡¯re not individual entities. Every Cataclysmaris is connected¡ªto each other and to something far worse. Kill one, and another will rise to take its place. You¡¯re not fighting one creature. You¡¯re fighting a network, a system of destruction."


    The projection faded, leaving the room in a profound silence. The faint hum of the Lumina Core was the only sound, its rhythmic pulse adding to the tension.


    Drifter swept his gaze across the class, his eyes sharp and unyielding. His voice broke the quiet, calm but heavy with unspoken truths.


    "Fighting these creatures outside an Abyssal Breach is hard enough. Inside? That¡¯s a different world. There¡¯s no room for mistakes. No mercy for doubt."


    The silence lingered. Then, from the back, Nadia Fernleaf raised her hand. Her voice trembled, barely above a whisper.


    "What¡­ what does it feel like to be inside an Abyssal Breach, sir?"


    All eyes turned to Drifter. He stood still, the question seeming to envelop him. His gaze remained firm, but something ancient and knowing flickered in his eyes.


    He paused briefly, his voice steady but strained.


    "A good question, Nadia. Fighting inside an Abyssal Breach¡­ it¡¯s disorienting. The air feels heavy, like breathing underwater. Gravity shifts without warning. Your vision blurs. Fear creeps into your mind, trying to distract you."


    His voice sharpened, his eyes momentarily clouded with dark memories. Drifter continued, his gaze piercing through the class.


    "But you can¡¯t let it consume you. Inside the breach, doubt means death. Focus on what¡¯s ahead¡ªon surviving."


    The class remained silent, the weight of Drifter¡¯s words settling in. Unease spread among the students. Despite their training, the reality Drifter described was far more terrifying than they had imagined.


    Nadia Fernleaf nodded slowly, her voice barely audible.


    "Thank you, sir¡­ I truly hope we never have to face it."


    Drifter gave a faint, reassuring smile.


    "I hope so too, Nadia. The fewer Abyssal Breaches, the fewer lives at risk."


    From the back of the room, Caelus Amelioris raised his hand. He leaned forward, his dark eyes filled with curiosity¡ªunafraid, yet deeply intrigued. His voice was measured and thoughtful.


    "Sir, do you think another Abyssal Breach will appear in the future? And¡­ how did you travel through time to our era?"


    The room shifted. The mention of Drifter¡¯s mysterious arrival immediately captured everyone¡¯s attention. Whispers spread, students exchanging curious glances.


    Drifter paused, his gaze narrowing slightly. His voice remained calm, but tension lingered beneath the surface.


    "Abyssal Breaches are unpredictable. As long as we don¡¯t fully understand their cause, the risk of another breach remains."


    He tapped the Lumina Core on his wrist, and the room resonated with a low hum. A projection appeared¡ªthe Black Cube. Its dark surface pulsed, emitting an eerie light as shadows shifted unnaturally across the walls.


    Drifter gestured toward the projection, his voice growing more intense but still composed.


    "We fought a Cataclysmaris unlike any we¡¯d ever faced. Stronger. Different."


    His expression darkened, his voice lowering as if recalling a memory that weighed heavily on him.


    "After we brought it down, we found this. At first, it looked like debris¡ªa fragment of the creature. But the longer I held it..."


    His hand moved instinctively to the pouch at his side, where the Black Cube had once been. His voice dropped, distant, as if reliving a moment long past.


    "The world began to fade. My vision blurred, as though I was being swallowed by shadows. There was no light, no sound¡­ only an endless darkness."


    The projection dimmed further, amplifying the gravity of his words. Drifter¡¯s expression hardened, his eyes flickering with the weight of that memory.


    He steadied himself, his gaze returning to the students. His voice remained calm but carried an undeniable resolve.


    "And when I came to¡­ I was here. Not on the battlefield. Not in my time. Here."


    The room buzzed with quiet murmurs, the students¡¯ faces filled with awe and disbelief. The Black Cube, now a symbol of mystery and danger, seemed to grow even more significant.


    Caelus leaned forward, his dark eyes sharp.


    "Do you think that artifact could be the key to stopping future Abyssal Breaches?"


    Drifter shook his head slightly.


    "I wish I knew. Even the researchers may not have that answer yet."


    A sharp bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson. The students began packing their belongings, the tense atmosphere gradually softening, though curiosity lingered in the air.


    Alina stepped forward, her posture firm but a rare, faint smile on her lips.


    "That¡¯s all for today. Practical training resumes this week. Drifter, thank you for your insights."


    The students exited slowly, whispers about Cataclysmaris, Abyssal Breaches, and the artifact filling the room. Near the door, Vaeloria smiled as she whispered,


    "The instructor¡¯s pretty cool, huh? Total mysterious mentor vibes."


    The room fell silent again. Alina turned to Drifter, her smile softer now, her eyes reflecting rare approval.


    "Good job. Today¡¯s lesson meant more to them than they realize." She added with a teasing tone, "Who knows? We might make you an instructor someday."


    Drifter gave a small smile, shaking his head lightly.


    "Thank you, but teaching isn¡¯t my calling."


    [Location: Evocaier Academy ¨C Training & Entertainment Zone ¨C Afternoon ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    Drifter stood in the middle of the training grounds, the Simulation Nexus platform spread out around him. The students gathered at the edges, sitting eagerly. Beside him, Alina glanced at him with a faint smile.


    "Alright, Drifter. Ready? Don¡¯t hold back, okay?"


    Alina turned to the students, her voice clear.


    "Before we begin, does anyone have any questions?"


    From the back, Vaeloria raised her hand, her golden hair gleaming under the sunlight. She smiled, her tone light but curious.


    "Drifter, I¡¯m Vaeloria¡ªjust call me Ria. I want to ask¡­ do Cataclysmaris have any weaknesses?"


    Drifter paused, gripping Exaltare tighter. His sharp gaze turned serious, shifting the mood.


    "The core is its weakness," he answered firmly. He continued, "The core is protected by rotating armor. The weak point only appears briefly before it¡¯s covered again. If you¡¯re not fast and precise, you¡¯ll miss your chance."


    The students fell silent, absorbing his words. From the edge of the group, Lorcan Grindelwald leaned back, arms crossed, a mischievous grin on his face.


    "C¡¯mon, old man. Talk¡¯s cheap¡ªlet¡¯s see what you¡¯ve got."


    Without a word, Drifter materialized his black armor. Exaltare appeared in his hand, glowing with a sapphire light that lit the air with tension.


    Drifter¡¯s voice, calm and controlled, broke the silence.


    "This is just a simulation. It¡¯s nothing compared to the real thing¡ªfacing a Cataclysmaris is far more intense. Watch my movements. Speed and precision matter more than strength."


    Alina pressed the final glyph on the console, and the Simulation Nexus flared to life. The crystal pillars surrounding the platform emitted energy, arcs of light connecting them until a shimmering dome formed.


    The Simulation Nexus grew even brighter as the towering projection of a Cataclysmaris materialized before them. Its core pulsed slowly, surrounded by shifting armor and tendrils whipping in all directions.


    Without hesitation, Drifter moved. A group of glowing swords orbited around him. In an instant, they shot forward, distracting the creature as its tendrils lashed out at the decoys. Drifter followed its every move, his sharp eyes tracking each change in the creature¡¯s defenses.


    The Cataclysmaris shifted, its armor rotating. Suddenly, its core was exposed¡ªa brief opening.


    Drifter vanished in a blink with Exalt Shift, reappearing behind the creature. With one swift strike, Exaltare flared and unleashed a burst of energy, shattering the core before the entire projection collapsed into fragments.


    The students were silent. They exchanged glances, still stunned by the speed and precision they had just witnessed.


    Lowering his sword, Drifter spoke firmly.


    "That¡¯s how you break through its defenses. Use decoys to distract it. Watch for the opening, and when it comes, strike without hesitation."


    From the back, Lorcan chuckled, his wide grin returning. His earlier challenge had shifted into lighthearted confidence.


    "Man, that¡¯s tough¡­ good thing he¡¯s an Arcane Saber. Imagine if it were a Sorc or Mage¡ªthey¡¯d be toast!"


    Standing next to him, Sloane nodded, appearing to agree.


    "Yeah, Arcane Saber is practically designed to fight Cataclysmaris. Back in the day, this stuff was as common as dirt. Now? Almost nobody uses it anymore."


    He shrugged casually, acting like an expert on outdated techniques, his grin widening.


    Lorcan shot him a surprised look.


    "Since when do you know anything useful?"


    Sloane just nodded, smirking without saying much.


    "Obviously."


    Drifter raised an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at Lorcan.


    The group chuckled, the tension easing, though the weight of the lesson still lingered.


    At the back of the crowd, Erick hesitated, gripping his bag strap tightly. His voice was quiet, uncertain.


    "Sir¡­ is it true that most non-Primordials struggle in an Abyssal Breach?"


    Drifter¡¯s expression remained neutral, but his voice grew firmer, cutting through the group.


    "Those who rely solely on their Lumina Core to control Evocyte are highly vulnerable. Inside an Abyssal Breach, the connection to the Lumina Core can be disrupted."


    Erick nodded quickly, returning to his seat with measured steps.


    Drifter scanned the students¡¯ faces. Some sat relaxed, even flashing faint smiles as if unfazed by the warning. Others sat upright, gripping their desks or knees tightly, their eyes cast downward, their faces tense as if masking unease.


    A loud bell rang, signaling the end of the session. The students began to rise, but their movements were slower. The room¡¯s energy felt different, marked by an indefinable weight.


    Alina stepped forward, her tone lighter as if to ease the atmosphere.


    "That¡¯s enough for today. Thank you, Drifter, for the demonstration."


    She clapped her hands once. The students began packing their belongings with slow, deliberate motions. Their steps felt heavier, and the chatter quieted into scattered whispers as they left the training grounds. Some glanced at Drifter, their eyes full of unspoken questions¡ªsome with admiration, others quickly looking away.


    At the front, Vaeloria leaned toward her friends, speaking softly. Her bright gaze still sparkled with energy, though her companions looked weary from the lesson.


    "Let¡¯s go to Nethia Mall, guys! Big sale today¡ªdon¡¯t miss it!"


    Her friends laughed, lightening the heavy mood slightly. One by one, the students disappeared into the academy halls, their footsteps fading as the grounds emptied.


    Alina approached, her voice gentle.


    "You made an impression. They¡¯ll remember this."


    Drifter gave a small nod.


    "Let¡¯s hope they never have to face what I have."


    Alina nodded quietly before walking alongside Drifter, silence enveloping them as they headed toward their quarters.

 Chapter 10: Fractures of Resilience

    [Location: Verm Evocaier Academy ¨C Morning ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    Drifter woke up and went through his usual morning routine. Afterward, he stepped outside, the morning light brushing against his skin.


    As always, Luna Sabriel greeted him with an unreadable expression.


    "Morning, Drifter."


    How could she say that almost every morning? It had been a while since they¡¯d done this. Couldn¡¯t she say something more today?


    Drifter had noticed that she never engaged in small talk or unnecessary conversations. But lately, she had been messaging him.


    "I¡¯m baking bread. Do you want some?"


    "Yeah," Drifter replied.


    A moment later, she handed him a piece of bread, shaped like a simple flower.


    He took a bite. It was... odd. Bland. He wasn¡¯t sure how to respond, but she didn¡¯t ask him how it tasted either. Still, today, he decided to bring it up.


    "Thanks for your gift before, Luna. It really tasted good," he said.


    "Good. That¡¯s my favorite," Luna replied.


    Drifter wasn¡¯t sure if she was being honest or if she was just saying it. She obviously wasn¡¯t joking.


    After that, they headed to the Tower of Bluish-Gray Crystal, where the Skyship Simulator was located.


    Training with the students in the simulation had become routine over the past few days. It was simple¡ªjust place your hand on the holographic interface of the Command Nexus, and the Skystriker would respond to your command with a thought. Go right, and it turned right. Move, move... Fire arcane missile¡ªthere. The simulation was thrilling, but it was different from commanding Spectral Swords. He wasn¡¯t as accustomed to it.


    By midday, he realized Alma Rosenthal had been absent for days. At the same time, he noticed Nadia Fernleaf sitting alone again, her gaze unfocused.


    Drifter quickly typed a message to both Alma and Nadia on his Lumina Core.


    Alma didn¡¯t reply, but Nadia did.


    "I''ll explain later, after school, in the courtyard. Thank you."


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    As Drifter continued operating the Skystriker simulation, he glanced at his Lumina Core¡ª16:00. He stood, ready to leave.


    "See you," he said to Luna.


    But Luna spoke before he could step away.


    ¡°It seems you¡¯re ready to accept public missions on your own. Congratulations.¡± She smiled.


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    "I see. Thanks, Luna." Drifter replied.


    For a moment, her lips curled into a smile¡ªIt was the first time he had ever seen her smile at him.


    Maybe¡­ just maybe, they finally trusted him.


    He paused, the thought settling in. This academy might not be so bad after all.


    Leaving the academic wing, Drifter arrived at the courtyard and spotted Nadia sitting alone at a table beneath a tree. The murmur of students heading home and the gentle sound of the fountain filled the background as Drifter walked toward her.


    ¡°Nadia.¡± he called out.


    ¡°Good afternoon, Drifter,¡± Nadia responded, her gaze distant as she seemed lost in thought.


    ¡°Where¡¯s Alma? I haven¡¯t seen her in a while.¡± Drifter asked, concern in his voice.


    Nadia fidgeted, twisting the strap of her bag. Her gaze dropped, and a faint blush spread across her cheeks. Her lips parted, as if struggling to find the right words.


    ¡°She¡¯s¡­ she¡¯s sick.¡± Nadia said quietly.


    ¡°What do you mean? What¡¯s wrong with her?¡± Drifter pressed, his concern growing.


    Nadia let out a deep sigh, her eyes clouded with worry.


    ¡°She¡¯s at Nethia Hospital... resting. It¡¯s been almost two weeks¡­¡± she murmured.


    ¡°That doesn¡¯t sound good. Are you going to visit her?¡± Drifter asked gently, his tone softening.


    Nadia nodded slowly, her shoulders slumping. When her eyes met his, a faint, weary smile crossed her face. ¡°Yeah, right now.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll come with you,¡± Drifter offered, his voice warm and reassuring.


    They walked together to the hospital, and this time, Drifter offered Nadia a ride on his Alcherider Zenith¡ªa black vehicle with sharp, angular lines and a fusion of hexagonal edges and Y-shaped patterns. When Drifter asked her to join him, Nadia''s brown eyes widened, and she nodded in agreement.


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    As they left the academy¡¯s Alcherider parking lot, the setting sun greeted them. They made their way toward Nethia City, heading to Nethia Hospital in the central district, not far from the academy. The traffic was light, with shifting transparent barriers at at intersections causing the Alcherider to stop automatically, allowing pedestrians to cross and other Alcheriders on the opposite side to move in turn. A soft, melodic female voice played through the system, accompanied by the sounds of a piano and guitar from the Magisterial Console built into the vehicle. Their lips remained still as the music filled the air, the journey to the hospital unfolding in silence.


    Finally, they arrived at Nethia Hospital, a tall, crystalline white building shaped like the letter H. They entered the underground parking lot, and after stepping inside the hospital, Drifter felt the chill of the cold, sterile atmosphere. The walls were pristine white, and the corridors were eerily quiet, with only a few people passing by. They took the automated elevator up to the 14th floor.


    Drifter glanced to his side. Nadia eyes stared ahead, unblinking.


    ¡°Maybe she¡¯ll pretend to be fine when we see her,¡± Nadia murmured.


    ¡°I hope she¡¯s okay,¡± Drifter said, his tone steady.


    At the room 1444 door, Nadia paused. Her hand hovered over the handle, hesitating before finally knocking softly and opening it.


    Inside, Alma was propped up against pillows, her fingers busy arranging small stones on her lap. When the door opened, she quickly began to shove some behind her pillow, but her hands froze midway as she caught Drifter''s steady gaze. A faint smile flickered across her face.


    Alma waved her hand slowly, the corners of her lips dipping slightly. ¡°Nadia, why didn¡¯t you tell me you were coming? Oh, and Drifter is here too¡­ How are you?¡±


    Drifter stepped closer, his gaze softening.¡°I¡¯m fine, Alma. How about you?¡± He offered a faint smile.


    Nadia¡¯s worry deepened, her eyes flickering between Alma and Drifter. ¡°Get well soon, Alma,¡± she murmured, her voice quiet.


    Alma chuckled weakly. ¡°I¡¯m fine¡­ just stuck here. So bored¡­¡±


    Drifter¡¯s attention drifted to the small table by the bed, where a collection of stones lay neatly arranged. His brow furrowed as he examined them, intrigued. Nadia followed his gaze, and Alma caught the exchange. Her smile faltered for a moment before she gave a soft, embarrassed laugh, brushing a strand of pink hair behind her ear.


    Nadia grinned, while Drifter raised an eyebrow. She likes rock toys? Well, that¡¯s kind of childish and old-fashioned¡­ I wonder why she likes them¡­ But as Drifter looked into Alma¡¯s eyes, he saw her gaze fixed on the stones, gently holding one in her hand. It must be important to her.


    ¡°Do they have names?¡± he said.


    Alma blinked at his question, shifting uncomfortably before sighing.


    She pointed to a jagged stone. ¡°This is Sir Rocky Stallion. He¡¯s¡­ kind of the leader. Keeps the others in line.¡± Her voice was soft, affectionate.


    Drifter nodded slowly.


    Alma moved her finger to another stone, smooth and round. ¡°And this is Ms. Stone. She¡¯s more¡­ peaceful. Keeps things calm.¡±


    Nadia chuckled quietly, but Drifter¡¯s gaze remained fixed.


    Alma paused, her fingers hovering over the last two stones, each adorned with shapes resembling large cat ears. She hesitated for a moment.


    ¡°These are Golemy and Golaemon. The sibling duo. Golemy¡¯s the curious one, always getting into trouble. Golaemon? He¡¯s the protector. Keeps his sibling safe.¡± Alma said softly.


    ¡°They seem to have important roles,¡± Drifter remarked.


    Through the window, Drifter noticed the darkness of night settling in. Friedrich Rosenthal entered the room, and Drifter and Nadia politely said their goodbyes. ¡°Get well soon, Alma.¡± they both said before leaving.


    As Drifter took Nadia home to the Residential District, Tranquil Grove, he saw her minimalist modern home¡ªgray in color. Her front yard was filled with a variety of flowers and plants. He noticed a small easel set up for painting in the yard.


    When they said their goodbyes, Drifter noticed an older woman with shoulder-length brown hair opening the door and smiling at Nadia.


    Drifter made his way back to his quarters and ended the day by going to bed.


    The next morning, Drifter noticed a message from Luna.


    ¡°Sorry, I¡¯m busy today. You can do whatever you like.¡±


    Well, he hadn¡¯t fought in a while, and his thoughts drifted toward the simulation room.


    Upon arriving at the transparent dome building, he happened to run into some familiar faces. Lorcan immediately challenged Caelus to a bet: whoever finished the Cataclysmaris Level 6 simulation first would win. He insisted that Drifter join his team.


    Drifter sighed and reluctantly agreed.


    Holograms of black, tendril-wrapped monsters appeared. On one side, Drifter led his team¡ªLorcan, Sloane, and Reine¡ªagainst the Cataclysmaris in the simulation. On the other side, Caelus, Bryan, Alyssa, and Erick worked together with precise coordination, their attacks overwhelming the simulated opponent.


    Lorcan, wearing a confident grin, glanced at the other team while punching the black creatures with his dark fist. "Hey, Caelus, we¡¯re winning this time. We¡¯ve got Drifter with us, you know!"Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.


    Caelus only cast a brief glance back, his tone calm but equally confident, while striking tendrils of black creature with his lightning spear. "We¡¯ll see, Lorcan."


    The simulation continued, the lights and sounds of battle filling the room until the sharp ring of a Lumina Core broke their concentration. The holographic projections immediately froze, halting the battle.


    Drifter quickly glanced at the small screen on his wrist. His eyes narrowed, focusing on the message that had just appeared.


    "Mission: Prevent Grakling attack," he read silently.


    On the other side, Caelus, Alyssa, Bryan, and Erick glanced at the message briefly before resuming their simulation. Caelus moved swiftly, his black spear gleaming with a purple glow as it struck the Cataclysmaris with pinpoint accuracy. Alyssa¡¯s fiery spear, Erick¡¯s White Exalt magic, and Bryan¡¯s dark daggers followed in perfect succession, creating a relentless coordinated attack.


    Meanwhile, Sloane, leaning back casually, barely glanced at the notification on his Lumina Core before speaking lazily. "Ah, Grakling mission¡­ leave it to the rookies," he muttered before returning to his relaxed position.


    Reine, however, read the message a little longer, his expression thoughtful before he hurriedly dismissed the screen.


    Lorcan snorted, glaring at the frozen holographic display with a frustrated frown.


    "Ugh, just a Grakling mission¡­ what a buzzkill. Let¡¯s get back to it! We¡¯re falling behind," his tone light but clearly annoyed.


    Drifter frowned slightly.


    "Why? Isn¡¯t it dangerous if the facilities there get damaged?" he asked, his voice calm.


    Sloane glanced at him briefly, shrugging.


    ¡°Boring mission, man. Just let the beginners handle it.¡± After a brief pause while tapping his Lumina Core, he continued.


    ¡°Huh? Alma¡¯s on this mission? What¡¯s she doing there?¡±


    Lorcan chuckled, leaning back with a carefree grin.


    ¡°Looks like she¡¯s one of those ¡®never miss a mission¡¯ types. Gotta admire the hustle.¡±


    ¡°She just got out of the hospital. Should she even be doing this?¡± Reine¡¯s voice was low.


    Lorcan shrugged, glancing back at the frozen simulation.


    ¡°Eh, not our problem. Heads up¡ªCataclysmaris is about to go wild again.¡±


    Drifter returned his attention to the Lumina Core, tapping it to open the message. He read the list of participating members: Alma Rosenthal (Novice/Mage). His eyes widened as he read.


    Alma Rosenthal? She¡¯s recovered? What¡¯s she doing on this mission? he thought, surprised.


    His heart raced, a tight knot forming in his stomach as his pace quickened toward the exit.


    ¡°Excuse me, I have to go. Something urgent,¡± he said without looking back.


    Lorcan, still engrossed in the simulation, grumbled. ¡°Oi, come on, don¡¯t bail on us now! You¡¯re gonna make us lose, man!¡±


    Drifter glanced back briefly. ¡°Something came up. Next time.¡± He waved casually.


    Sloane gave a lazy shrug, a sly grin creeping onto his face. ¡°Heh, whatever. Good thing we didn¡¯t put money on this one.¡±


    Reine¡¯s brow furrowed as he glanced at Drifter. ¡°Take care, Drifter.¡±


    Drifter nodded slightly and quickly opened his Lumina Core on his wrist, tapping to read the message. He tapped again on the "Join Mission" option. There, he saw the map of the academy with a blue dot and Alma¡¯s small photo in the courtyard. He quickened his steps, thoughts fixed on that point.


    As Drifter reached the edge of the courtyard, he spotted Nadia and Alma. Their mouths moved rapidly in a heated exchange, but the words were lost in the distance. Nadia fidgeted, her eyes avoiding Alma¡¯s, while Alma crossed her arms, her expression unreadable. Then, Friedrich Rosenthal approached them, joining the exchange while Nadia¡¯s mouth stopped moving.


    As Drifter got closer, he finally heard their conversation.


    ¡°This is a simple mission, Dad. I can handle it.¡± said Alma.


    ¡°Please listen, Alma. Remember, taking care of yourself is also your responsibility. If the protector falls, who will protect others?¡± said Friedrich.


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    Alma¡¯s face flushed, a deep red spreading across her cheeks. Her eyes widened, blazing with intensity.


    ¡°It¡¯s my life! Why can¡¯t you just stay out of it?¡± she snapped.


    Drifter sighed softly, his gaze lingering on Alma¡¯s determined eyes. This isn¡¯t going anywhere¡­ he thought. She might go off on her own anyway¡­ and things will only get worse if she does. Besides, it¡¯s just Grakling.


    He moved closer to Alma, Nadia, and Friedrich.


    ¡°If she¡¯s going, I¡¯ll go with her. Let me handle it,¡± Drifter said, his voice calm and steady.


    Alma and Friedrich turned toward him.


    ¡°Thanks, Drifter. You always get it,¡± Alma said, her tone lighter as she smiled and stepped toward his side.


    Friedrich¡¯s jaw tightened, his gaze steady and unreadable.


    ¡°Drifter, I get that you¡¯re trying to help, but this isn¡¯t just about whether she wants to go or not. She needs time to recover.¡± He spoke with growing frustration.


    He paused, exhaling sharply.


    ¡°If you¡¯re taking responsibility, fine. But if she gets worse out there, it¡¯s on you. Do you understand?¡±


    Drifter met Friedrich¡¯s gaze, standing firm.


    ¡°I understand where you¡¯re coming from. She needs rest, I agree. But Alma¡¯s not going to back down, and if she goes without someone watching her, it¡¯ll be worse. I¡¯m not here to indulge her¡ªI¡¯m here to make sure she stays safe and doesn¡¯t push herself over the edge. You have my word on that.¡± His voice was steady.


    A sharp beep from the Lumina Core broke the silence. Friedrich raised his left hand, his fingers pressing a small button on the sleek device around his wrist. His jaw tightened as a voice came through the device, and his gaze hardened. ¡°Hold on¡­ this won¡¯t take long.¡±


    After ending the call, Friedrich looked at Alma, his shoulders dropping slightly as he exhaled a long sigh. His gaze lingered on her, softening briefly before he turned away.


    ¡°Alright, but promise me you¡¯ll be careful. Both of you.¡± His voice lowered. ¡°Drifter, keep an eye on her.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Dad. We¡¯ve done this a hundred times. You know I can handle myself.¡± Alma paused, her voice softening slightly. ¡°But¡­ thanks. I¡¯ll be careful, I promise.¡±


    Friedrich nodded with a faint smile and walked away.


    Alma watched her father leave before turning back to Drifter and Nadia, her wide smile unwavering.


    ¡°Okay, team. Let¡¯s move out!¡±


    Nadia sighed quietly, the corner of her lips lifting slightly. ¡°Honestly, Alma. Maybe next time actually listen to him. He¡¯s not wrong, you know.¡±


    Later, Alma glanced at Nadia, her grin taking on a lopsided charm, a spark of mischief lighting her eyes. ¡°Come on, Nadia. Don¡¯t start sounding like him, or you¡¯ll end up with worry lines before me.¡±


    Hearing Alma¡¯s words, Drifter sighed, a small smile appearing as he looked at her, his thoughts briefly drifting to Luna. He hadn¡¯t expected people in the future to be as diligent, even in a peaceful world. And for the first time, he realized just how stubborn Alma really was.


    The three headed toward the Translocator at the edge of Nethia City. As the Translocator flared to life, blue energy enveloped them. In an instant, they found themselves standing on rolling green plains, bordered by gentle hills. They walked for what felt like a long time, hills after hills, until they finally arrived at their destination. He heard Alma, his breath heavy from the long journey, despite it only being walking. Below, a horde of small, bipedal creatures with gray skin, red eyes, muscular bodies, and sharp teeth moved swiftly in packs, kicking up dirt.


    Drifter¡¯s sharp eyes narrowed as he observed the scene. He remembered that Grakling were weak¡ªthey couldn¡¯t utilize Evocyte. Even a million of them could only rely on physical attacks, which wouldn¡¯t be able to break their natural barrier. This would be a piece of cake.


    ¡°Let¡¯s finish this quickly. We drive them off, then head straight to the academy,¡± he said softly.


    Alma grinned widely, his breath unsteady. "Easy enough. Let¡¯s go."


    Drifter noticed the sigils¡ªpink and red¡ªbeginning to form around Alma¡¯s hands, though her fingers trembled slightly. He glanced behind her, catching Nadia¡¯s eyes flicker to Alma, her brows furrowing.


    They descended the hills, engaging the horde of Graklings¡ªgray creatures charging at them with claws bared. Drifter led the way, his dark gray sword Exaltare cutting through enemies with ease, while spectral blades sliced through the Grakling ranks without pause. Nadia and Alma followed, providing support from behind.


    But as the Grakling attacked with their claws, Drifter felt something was off. Their claws emitted a strange black energy. He remembered that the Grakling¡¯s claws were supposed to be physical. A sense of unease began to settle in.


    From behind, Alma and Nadia supported with their magic¡ªAlma¡¯s pink homing Exalt missiles and Nadia¡¯s volley of earthen bolts, crystalline earth glowing with a faint golden-green hue. As Drifter noticed Alma¡¯s shots missing the target, he glanced at her. Her breath was heavy, and her hand trembled slightly. Worry began to stir in Drifter¡¯s chest. Cold sweat trickled down his back. He had to move quickly.


    He unleashed Exalt Storm. Three blue sigils appeared around him, and his left hand crackled with energy, launching a barrage of blue projectiles from both his hand and the sigils. The projectiles, joined by spectral blades, rained down on the Grakling horde. Graklings fell in droves, explosions rocked the ground, and dust swirled as his attacks tore through their ranks.


    Drifter¡¯s breath grew heavier, his movements more measured. But from the swirling dust, the Graklings pressed on, unrelenting. He cleaved through a few, but twelve managed to slip past.


    Alma and Nadia unleashed their spells¡ªfire bolts and crystalline earthen bolts¡ªbut only one Grakling remained. It lunged at Alma, its claws raking across her. Her natural barrier shattered with a sharp crack, and blood splattered from her arm, staining the right side of her blouse as the fabric tore.


    "Ah!" Alma gasped, her voice cracking as pain surged through her.


    The sound made Drifter¡¯s heart race in panic. Nadia, nearby, rushed to Alma, and without thinking, he followed.


    But Alma fought back, retaliating with a Blazing Burst. A flaming orb exploded from her hand, incinerating the last Grakling in an instant, the deafening blast echoing through the air. Alma¡¯s eyes widened, teeth gritted, as she healed herself with Exalt Healing¡ªa pink circle closing over the wound.


    Drifter scanned the field. The Graklings lay still, scattered across the grass, while the trees swayed gently in the breeze. He exhaled slowly, his shoulders loosening as the tension in his chest eased.


    He turned to see Nadia, her breathing ragged, the brown sigils on her hands fading into particles.


    ¡°That was the last of them,¡± she said, her voice heavy.


    Beside her, Alma wiped the sweat from her brow, a relieved smile crossing her face.


    ¡°We did it,¡± she said.


    Drifter nodded, this sword fading into blue particles. ¡°Let¡¯s head back to the Academy.¡±


    As they walked, Alma glanced down at the bloodstained right side of her blouse.


    ¡°What happened to them?¡± Alma asked, her voice tight with disbelief. ¡°How could they breach our natural barrier?¡±


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    Silence hung in the air as Drifter struggled to make sense of what was happening. It was the first time he¡¯d witnessed monsters evolve, growing stronger before his eyes. Then, he felt raindrops trickle down his skin. He looked up at the darkening sky as the rain began to fall. They pressed on, their footsteps steady despite the growing storm.


    They moved toward the Translocator atop the hills, but Drifter stopped abruptly as Nadia¡¯s panicked voice pierced through the air.


    ¡°Alma!¡±


    He spun around quickly. Alma was already running ahead, rain splashing beneath her feet. Nadia, her eyes wide behind her glasses then followed in alarm, giving chase.


    Drifter bolted after them, feeling the cold rain soak through his armor. His brow furrowed.


    ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡±


    Nadia shouted from ahead, her voice trembling.


    ¡°Alma, stop! What¡¯s wrong?¡±


    Far ahead, Alma suddenly halted. The ground beneath her feet trembled slightly at first, then violently. A loud rumble blended with the sound of the rain, echoing through the air. Nadia froze a few steps behind Drifter, her hands trembling with unease.


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    In the distance, shadows sharpened into figures¡ªGraklor. Taller and more muscular than Grakling, they moved with heavy steps. Black armor materialized around them, and spears, swords, and axes gleamed in their hands.


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    Behind them, Grakthor emerged. Its heavy footsteps shook the ground, and its gray, cracked skin stretched over a thick neck and tusked head. A long tail slammed the earth with each step, sending tremors. Its three red eyes glowed ominously in the dark.


    Drifter¡¯s heart pounded, the rhythm shaking his chest as the tremors beneath his feet grew stronger with each step of the massive creature.


    "Fall back! We¡¯ll call for reinforcements. Don¡¯t worry¡ªthey won¡¯t reach the city." His voice rang out, sharp and steady.


    Alma turned, her shoulders stiff. Her hands clenched, fingers twitching, but her voice remained steady, her gaze unwavering despite a brief hesitation


    No," "I¡¯m not retreating."


    Drifter stared at Alma, his brow furrowed. He couldn¡¯t understand her reasoning for making a last stand¡ªretreat was the safer option. Did she want to chase her own death? Without thinking, he stepped toward her, intent on pulling her away. But before he could reach her, Nadia had already seized Alma¡¯s arm, her fingers trembling.


    ¡°Alma, please... look at them. There are thousands, maybe more. It¡¯s just the three of us...¡± Nadia¡¯s voice trembled with urgency.


    Alma raised her chin, her gaze locked on the dark horizon.


    ¡°The village of Nevaterra is close. I won¡¯t let them through,¡± she said firmly.


    Regret and doubt gnawed at Drifter. Should they sacrifice innocent villagers to save themselves? If they held out for reinforcements, he wasn¡¯t sure it would matter with only the three of them. This was supposed to be a simple mission... he never expected it to turn into this. He had underestimated everything. He hadn¡¯t even packed a potion to restore their evocyte energy.


    ¡°Nadia, go back! Call for help!¡± His voice was sharp with urgency.


    Nadia¡¯s fingers trembled as she activated her Lumina Core, typing rapidly. Her lips were pressed tight, her eyes shifting between Drifter and Alma.


    ¡°I already did,¡± she replied, her voice strained. ¡°But I... I can¡¯t leave you all.....¡±


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    The horde of creatures drew nearer, their hissing and growling growing louder in the downpour. The shapes of Graklings, Graklor, and Grakthor became clearer.


    Drifter exhaled sharply, his gaze fixed and unwavering as he tightened his grip on his sword. His heart pounded faster in his chest. Behind him, Nadia and Alma stood still, their hands trembling.


    The tremors in the ground intensified, heavy footsteps echoing like war drums as the creatures closed in. The rain poured harder, lightning flashing overhead, casting long shadows as the horde loomed closer.

 Chapter 11: Exalted Evocata

    [Location: Verm Plains ¨C Noon ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


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    Drifter stared ahead, his gaze sharp. The heavy rain blurred his vision slightly, but his eyes remained locked on the approaching gray silhouettes.


    Heavy footsteps echoed, growing louder with each passing second as the distance closed. Then, in an instant, dozens of blue sigils flared to life in the air¡ªforming blue spectral swords in a deadly formation.


    He noticed the Graklings and Graklors suddenly spread out, moving to encircle them.


    "Damn it¡­ They''re trying to surround us," he muttered, his voice tense.


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    Drifter vanished in a burst of blue particles, teleporting to his right where he immediately engaged the horde of gray creatures. His dark gray sword slashed through the air, leaving behind blue streaks, while blue projectiles shot from his left hand.


    The smaller gray creatures, graklings with dark elemental claws, swiped at him. He dodged with expert precision, casting Exalt Barrier, a transparent blue barrier, to parry incoming attacks.


    The more muscular Graklors stood steady behind, rarely stepping forward. The battle unfolded in a deadly rhythm of attacks, parries, and dodges.


    Behind him, Nadia and Alma held their ground, launching fiery projectiles and golden-green crystalline shards. They were supported by Drifter¡¯s spectral swords, which struck relentlessly. Some creatures fell, but the Graklors countered, their heavy weapons blocking and retaliating.


    Drifter noticed the enemy formation tightening, surrounding them in a complete circle. One by one, the Graklors stepped forward, attacking with dark thrusts, slashes, and cleaves. Just as a Graklor¡¯s dark spear lunged at Alma, and several Graklings charged at Nadia with dark energy claws slashing ferociously, Drifter¡¯s spectral swords intercepted the attacks.


    Alma responded with a fire tornado, incinerating the attackers, while Nadia summoned boulders that crushed the remaining Graklings.


    It¡¯s too many... I can''t protect them all... Drifter thought.


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    Nadia materialized stone barriers to block the incoming attacks, but the Graklor¡¯s dark axes cleaved through them, shattering her defenses with ease. Alma raised his arm, his red sigil growing larger as he cast a barrage of large fireballs that tore through the advancing creatures.


    As the remaining Graklings pressed forward, Nadia cast Petrifying Blossom, summoning a massive stone flower that radiated deadly energy. In mere moments, the wave of Graklings froze mid-charge, their bodies turning to stone statues.


    Amidst the chaos, a deep growl echoed as heavy footsteps grew louder. Nadia quickly materialized a sturdier stone wall, but the enormous Grakthor emerged, its massive tusks glowing with dark energy. With terrifying speed, it rammed the barrier and Nadia''s stone flower, shattering them to rubble in an instant.


    Drifter, Nadia, and Alma leaped aside just in time to avoid the charging beast. The Grakthor plowed through its own forces, sending horde of Grakling flying.


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    Recovering quickly, Drifter unleashed Exalt Bolt. His left hand surged with blue energy, releasing a volley of blue bolts that ripped through the Graklings and Graklors. However, when the attacks struck the Grakthor, the beast barely flinched. It continued its charge, but Drifter evaded with Exalt Shift, disappearing in a flash of blue particles and reappearing closer to Nadia and Alma.


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    The remaining Graklors pressed forward, weapons raised. Drifter stepped into their path, cutting down any creature that came too close with his sword, Exaltare, while others parried and retaliated. As the Grakthor advanced once more, Drifter sent his spectral swords ahead as decoys, forcing the massive beast to change course. The Grakthor turned sharply, its enormous frame crashing into nearby Graklings and Graklors.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


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    Drifter''s grip tightened as he unleashed everything he had¡ªAzure Tempest. A whirlwind of afterimages and blue streaks of slashes from him and his spectral swords tore through the battlefield. Hundreds of Graklors and Graklings were sliced to pieces in an instant. Another Exalt Storm surged, his sigils unleashing barrage of blue energy blasting through the air. Exalt Edge followed in quick succession, blue energy slash slicing through the creatures with deadly precision.


    His breath grew heavier, each inhale sharp and shallow. Numbness spread through him, but his eyes still scanned the endless waves of enemies. The clash of his spectral swords, the grinding of black armor¡ªeach sound drowned out by the weight of battle. Behind him, Nadia and Alma¡¯s ragged breaths cut through the air, their shoulders trembling with the effort to keep up. Sweat, mingled with rain, dripped down their faces, their hands unsteady as they fought on.


    Seeing it all, Drifter''s heartbeat quickened¡ªso fast he could hear it pounding in his ears. Should he gamble everything...?


    In the silence of his hesitation, a memory stirred. A group of arcane sabers, like him, had unleashed their ultimate techniques. The very sky had cracked under the force of their power. For a brief moment, victory had seemed within their grasp, the echo of triumphant cheers already forming on their lips.


    But then the tendrils came¡ªremnants of the dark creatures, striking at those left vulnerable after expending all their strength. His stomach churned. The victory had felt hollow. The abyssal breach had been sealed, but there was no one left to celebrate.


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    No other choice... he thought, his brow furrowed in frustration.


    With a decisive motion, he teleported to a grassy hill nearby.


    "Exalted Evocata!" he incanted.


    As the words left his lips, brilliant blue light erupted into the air, forming a massive magical circle. Its energy spiraled wildly, shaking the ground beneath it. Colossal blades of pure energy emerged, glowing fiercely, hovering like an unstoppable force of destruction.


    At his command, the energy blades moved with blinding speed, slicing through the air. As they reached the horde of gray creatures, a resonating boom shook the battlefield. A circular shockwave shattered into sharp shards, obliterating the horde in an instant. The shards then burst apart with a sharp crack, releasing smaller glowing blades that whistled through the air, striking down the remaining gray creatures.


    The remaining Graklings fell instantly, unable to resist the onslaught. Some Graklors raised shields and weapons, deflecting a few strikes, but the blades were too numerous, cutting them down one by one. The massive Grakthors held briefly, but their heavy bodies soon fell lifeless to the ground.


    Drifter lifted his hand once again. The giant magical circle flared brilliantly, its radiant glow illuminating the battlefield. With a commanding motion, the circle unleashed a devastating wave of blue energy, obliterating the remaining hordes. The blast swept across the Verm Plains, carving craters and deep fissures into the earth, leaving only silence in its wake.


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    As the sigils faded, Drifter felt it immediately¡ªthe effect taking hold of his entire body. His sword and armor disintegrated into blue particles, vanishing from his grasp. His muscles locked, and he collapsed to his knees. A sharp pain pierced his skull, his eyes feeling as though they were being torn from their sockets. His breath came in ragged, shallow gasps.


    He gazed out at the battlefield, now eerily silent, the rain soaking the shattered ground around him.


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    He slowly rose to his feet and turned toward Nadia and Alma, who were also looking at him. Their faces were wide-eyed, trembling, yet relieved.


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    A tightness in his chest eased as he saw they were safe. A faint smile touched his lips, barely there


    But then, a sharp pain jolted through him, freezing him in place. Slowly, instinctively, he turned his head. His eyes fell to his left side, where blood poured from a deep wound, staining his black suit and mixing with the rain pooling beneath him.


    What the...? he thought, his mind racing.


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    In his peripheral vision, a figure stepped forward¡ªa wild, pink-purple-haired girl with a sharp smile. Her glowing eyes burned with madness as she raised a black dagger, blue flames licking its edges.


    Drifter tried to move, but his body refused to obey. His vision blurred, and his hand trembled.


    What¡­ is happening...?


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 Chapter 12: Ties That Bind: Strength in Vulnerability

    Horror seized Alma as Drifter crumpled to the ground before her eyes. Her scream shattered the air, raw and desperate. Through the curtain of rain, she watched the blue-pink-haired girl position her dagger at Drifter''s exposed throat.


    Acting on instinct, Alma and Nadia lunged forward. Pink streaks of energy - Alma''s Exalt Missiles - cut through the air alongside the golden ripples of Nadia''s Seismic Pulse. But their target was too quick, twisting away with a smile that spoke of madness.


    They reached Drifter''s fallen form, their hands trembling as they knelt beside him. A pink magic circle bloomed beneath Alma''s palms as she cast Exalt Healing. Nadia''s Healing Earth followed, weaving threads of gold and green around his wounds. Though the bleeding ceased and torn flesh knitted together, Drifter''s face remained ashen, his breathing shallow.


    "Please... don''t go," Nadia whispered, tears tracking down her cheeks.


    The girl''s maniacal laughter pierced the rainfall. "Hahahaha! Dieee...!!!" Her voice dripped with unhinged glee.


    Wiping away tears with shaking hands, Alma rose to her feet. Behind her, Nadia gripped Drifter''s cold hand, monitoring his faint pulse.


    The girl charged, but Alma met her advance with a barrage of Fireballs. Their explosions melded with the thundering downpour. Yet their attacker closed the distance with inhuman speed, the blue-flamed black dagger Chereveilim aimed for Alma''s throat.


    "Exalt Barrier!" Alma''s incantation manifested just in time. A transparent pink dome materialized, meeting the dagger''s blue flames in a collision that sent shockwaves through the air. Their eyes met across the barrier¡ª


    In that instant, madness drained from the girl''s face, replaced by childlike innocence. Confusion flickered in her wide eyes, as if waking from a trance.


    "Big Sister...?"


    Alma''s breath caught. "Mara?"


    Without hesitation, Mara flung herself at Alma, wrapping her in a tight embrace. Alma stood frozen, arms suspended in disbelief.


    "I missed you so much, Big Sis... it''s been too long," Mara murmured, voice thick with emotion.


    From her position beside Drifter, Nadia''s wary gaze shifted between them. "Alma?"


    Mara''s eyes hardened as they fell on Nadia, who visibly tensed. "Still following those hypocrites, pretending to care about justice... How quaint. Did you forget what they and our dear Father did to us?"


    Her voice softened to silk. "Come with me, big sis. Mother''s waiting for us."


    Darkness crossed Alma''s features as she drew a sharp breath. "Enough, Mara... Just leave," she commanded, her tone glacial.


    She pushed Mara away with gentle firmness, refusing to return the embrace. Disappointment flashed across Mara''s face before morphing into a child''s smile that sent chills down Alma''s spine.


    "Don''t worry, Big sis... I''ll save you," Mara promised, her sweet tone belying something far more sinister.


    Before Alma could react, Mara vanished in a burst of blue flames, materializing with her dagger at Nadia''s throat.


    Nadia sprang away from Drifter, her brown sigil flaring as she summoned a towering wall of earth with a forceful stomp. The dagger struck, its flames leaving molten cracks across the barrier''s surface. In a flash she casting Cerulevia Blink, Mara dissolved into azure embers, reappearing beside Drifter''s prone form with her blade poised above his heart.


    Alma''s pink sigils blazed as she launched a barrage of Exalt Missiles. Their luminous trails cut through the rain, but Mara deflected each with fluid grace, her dagger dancing through the air as dark energy sparked with every collision.


    "Stop, Mara! Don''t! Please, don''t kill him... I... I''ll go with you," Alma cried out.


    A triumphant smile spread across Mara''s face, though something else flickered beneath it. Without a word, she seized Alma''s hand and began walking away with an almost childlike skip in her step.


    Alma cast one last desperate look at Nadia, who responded with a tight-lipped nod. Then they were gone, swallowed by the storm.


    Nadia remained frozen beside Drifter''s barely breathing form, her trembling fingers finding his weak pulse. Through rain-spattered glasses, she watched Alma''s silhouette fade into the mist. Her teeth dug into her lower lip until she nearly drew blood, her body wavering with indecision before she steeled herself with a deep breath.


    "I''m sorry, Drifter... but Alma is in danger." Nadia said.


    She straightened, eyes fixed on their vanishing trail, and pushed forward through her fear. But as she closed the distance, blue flames erupted before her. Mara emerged, her dagger slashing through the rain.


    Nadia''s natural barrier flickered to life just in time, a faint brown light pulsing from her skin to block the strike.


    "Well, well, look who''s here. Are you lost, Four Eyes? Or are you just here to die?" Mara''s voice cut through the downpour, her crooked grin gleaming with predatory delight.


    Ahead, Alma''s jaw clenched at the scene. Her red sigil flared as she hurled a fireball that exploded near Mara, sending steam hissing from the scorched earth. But Mara danced away, the flames shattering harmlessly against stone.


    "Big Sister, really? Trying to kill your adorable little sibling?" Mara''s voice dripped with mock sweetness.


    "Enough, Mara! Stop this madness¡ªstop killing like it means nothing!" Alma shouted.


    Mara''s soft chuckle held no warmth. "Not my problem, is it? They brought it on themselves."


    Without warning, Chereveilim transformed in Mara''s grip, the dagger elongating into a massive scythe wreathed in blue flames. She struck at Nadia with lethal precision, forcing her to summon a desperate defense.


    Stone pillars erupted from the sodden earth as Nadia stomped, her magic wavering through trembling fingers. The scythe tore through her defenses like paper, reducing the stone to rubble that scattered in the rain.


    "See you in the afterlife," Mara sang, her sweet tone dripping with malice.


    Alma''s hands blazed as she unleashed an Inferno Tornado, followed by a volley of Exalt Missiles. The collision of her magic against Mara''s blue flames lit up the stormy sky with thunderous explosions.


    "Go, Nadia... I''ll hold her off!" Alma shouted above the chaos.


    Nadia bolted toward the hilltop Translocator, her feet slipping in the mud as rain obscured her vision. Behind her, Mara closed the gap with inhuman speed.


    The air crackled as Mara spun her scythe, releasing Cerulevia Edge in a widening arc of blue fire. Though Nadia dove aside, the blast''s edge caught her, shattering her natural barrier and sending her sprawling into the mud. Blood trickled from her arm as her glasses landed in a nearby puddle.


    Mara approached with deliberate steps, crushing the fallen glasses beneath her heel. Her satisfied smile turned predatory as she spotted Alma rushing toward them in panic.


    Dark flames swirled around Mara''s fingers as she summoned Cerulevia Chain, its burning links ensnaring both women. As they fell, heavy footsteps thundered through the rain. Shadowy figures emerged¡ªGraklings and Graklors, their gray forms and glowing red eyes advancing like an unstoppable tide.


    "Well, looks like you''re out of moves," Mara taunted, her laughter sharp as ice.


    Nadia lay motionless, trembling, while Alma thrashed against her bonds, despair filling her eyes as the creatures encircled them.


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    Meanwhile, Drifter stirred, his consciousness slowly returning. His eyelids fluttered open, and a dull ache pulsed through his body. His head felt light, but his thoughts immediately raced to Alma and Nadia. Were they safe? Had help arrived? He glanced at his Lumina Core, the display reading 13:45. Nearly ten minutes had passed since their battle with the Graklings began.A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    With a tap on his Lumina Core in his wrist ¨C Apps ¨CEO Missions - Mission: Prevent Grakling attack, a visual holographic map of the Verm Plain materialized, displaying a blue dot with small portraits of Alma and Nadia. He forced himself to his feet, his breaths labored, and began moving quickly toward their location. Each step felt heavy, his body protesting, but he pushed forward, his mind silently pleading.


    As he approached, the scene before him made his blood run cold. A swarm of gray, monstrous creatures surrounded Alma and Nadia, who lay motionless on the ground, unable to move. Drifter¡¯s chest tightened. He didn¡¯t know if his evocyte reserve was still there, and he whispered a desperate prayer under his breath. Dear Creator, please make it work...


    "Blade Swarm!" he called out. In an instant, blue spectral swords materialized, slicing through the surrounding creatures as the blades severed the fiery chains binding Alma and Nadia. Several of the spectral swords shot toward Mara, who deflected them with increasingly frantic swings of her scythe. Her composure cracked, her face twisting in anger.


    Alma rushed to Nadia''s side, supporting her as they rose together. "Come on, we''re not done yet!"


    "Thank you, Alma," Nadia grasped Alma¡¯s hand weakly, her voice barely a whisper.


    Mara''s eyes blazed with fury as she turned to her monstrous army. "Kill them all!" she commanded, her voice crackling with rage.


    The Grakling and Graklor charged forward, dark energy pulsing from their claws and weapons. Exhausted, Alma barely registered the attack until a Grakling''s claws tore through her side. Blood flowed freely, mixing with the rain as she staggered.


    Her trembling hands casting Exalt Healing, pink energy swirling over the wound, but the bleeding persisted. Dizziness swept over her like a wave.


    "Help... someone... please..." she whispered, her voice fading.


    "NO! Stay with me!" Nadia''s panic-stricken cry pierced the air. She summoned stone pillars that crushed several Grakling, then conjured a Stoneflower Spire. The massive column bloomed with magical flowers, releasing healing spores, but Alma''s wounds refused to close.


    As Nadia erected another stone barrier against the advancing horde, Mara''s voice thundered across the battlefield.


    "You idiots! That''s my sister! How dare you!" Massive serpent-like blue flames erupted from her palm as she cast Cerulevia Pyre, incinerating the creatures to ash.


    Drifter seized the moment, activating Exalt Shift to teleport beside them. He found Nadia kneeling over Alma''s pale form, desperately channeling Healing Earth into her friend''s body.


    "Take my hand..." he urged, his gaze steady despite his exhaustion.


    Nadia hoisted Alma onto her shoulder and gripped Drifter''s hand. The first teleport was smooth, but by the second, Drifter''s strength began to fail. The third attempt barely moved them before he collapsed, blood spilling from his lips to mix with the rain.


    Though his hands trembled, he managed to cast Healing Surge to heal himsel, a faint blue light emanating from his palms. When Nadia moved to help, he raised a hand to stop her.


    "Run! Now! Get Alma out of here!" he commanded.


    After a moment''s hesitation, Nadia clutched Alma tighter and fled into the storm, leaving Drifter behind.


    Drifter steadied himself, chest heaving as he watched the Grakling horde advance through the rain, their footsteps a thunderous drumbeat.


    Damn it... always too late, he thought, jaw clenching.


    His attempts to summon a spectral sword or Exalt Bolt failed, his body too weak to channel the magic. Instead, he relied on his environment, dodging razor-sharp claws while using Evocyte Link''s blue energy threads to topple trees as barriers. His telekinesis hurled rocks at the creatures, disrupting their formation.


    Though the impacts staggered several Grakling, their natural barriers absorbed most of the damage. Some broke through, sprinting after Nadia. Doubt crossed Drifter''s face as he watched them pursue her, but he forced himself to focus on the immediate threat.


    The massive Graklor emerged from the distance, their hulking forms advancing with lethal purpose. Drifter swallowed hard, throat tight.


    Suddenly, crimson projectiles pierced the storm, striking the Grakling and sending them sprawling. Drifter turned sharply to see Jaxon Virelli emerge through the rain, twin black bow guns in hand. A slight smile played across Jaxon''s lips, though his eyes remained sharp and focused.


    Drifter offered a curt nod, the tension in his jaw unyielding.


    The rain poured relentlessly as Nadia trudged forward, her boots sinking into mud with each step. Alma''s unconscious form grew heavier on her shoulder, but Nadia pressed on, eyes fixed on the distant Translocator.


    Thundering footsteps approached from behind. A Grakling lunged, its dark claws slashing through her arm. Pain seared through her, but she stifled her cry, gripping Alma tighter as she steadied herself.


    Her trembling hand struck the earth, summoning a jagged stone wall that barely held before crumbling under the creatures'' assault. She tried again, pressing harder, but the ground merely groaned. Blood trickled from her nose as the strain took its toll.


    With a final surge of strength, she split the earth. A towering barrier erupted upward, muffling the pounding claws behind it. Her vision blurred as crimson mixed with rain.


    Above the downpour, a brilliant blue light cut through the darkness. A glowing sigil illuminated the hilltop where Luna Sabriel stood, her long dark hair whipping in the wind.


    "Clear out. Now!" Luna''s command pierced the storm.


    Ice-blue sigils spun around her like constellations as she raised her hands. "Glacialis Tempestus," she intoned, ancient words flowing from her lips.


    Thousands of ice beams erupted from the sigils, striking with lethal precision. The Grakling and Graklor froze mid-motion before shattering into glittering shards that rained onto the battlefield.


    Luna lowered her hands as the sigils dissolved into drifting snowflakes. The field sparkled like glass beneath a layer of frost. Her cold expression softened slightly as she approached.


    "You''ve done your best. Now rest," she said firmly but gently.


    Nadia shivered, barely standing. "Not yet... Alma still needs..." she whispered.


    Friedrich rushed forward, kneeling beside Alma with trembling hands. "Hold on, Alma. Please, just hold on!" Yellow energy flowed from his palms.


    As Nadia collapsed into Luna''s arms, Drifter approached with Jaxon, exchanging a silent nod with Luna. Friedrich carefully lifted Alma into a hovering medical automaton while Luna used telekinesis to place Nadia in another. Together, they moved toward the Translocator with urgent purpose.


    They returned to Nethia City, the rain still cascading from the darkened sky. Drifter¡¯s eyes flicked toward the Lumina Core¡¯s clock. ¡°13:57.¡±


    As they arrived, a large white Alcherider, rectangular and marked with a blue medical emblem, sped toward them. Unlike the others, it flew rather than hovered. Behind it, medical staff in blue uniforms carried automatons holding Nadia and Alma. Friedrich and Luna stepped inside, and the Alcherider took off with a soft hum.


    Jaxon signaled for Drifter to follow him. His Alcherider, Efrenza, a striking red blend of curves and teardrop shapes, hovered nearby. They made their way to Nethia Hospital, its towering white H-shaped structure looming ahead. After exiting the underground parking lot and entering the building via the elevator, they walked side by side in silence. Jaxon was the first to break it.


    ¡°Not planning to get those injuries checked?¡± Jaxon asked lightly.


    ¡°No, thank you,¡± Drifter replied flatly.


    Jaxon offered a faint smile, and they arrived at their room on the 7th floor¡ªRoom 74. The door creaked open slowly, and Luna stepped out, her movements deliberate.


    ¡°How are they?¡± Drifter¡¯s voice was hoarse.


    ¡°They¡¯re¡­ stable. For now,¡± Luna answered evenly, her eyes unwavering.


    Luna waited outside, her expression unreadable as she sat quietly. Jaxon and Drifter entered the room. The walls were painted in a neutral cream, with porcelain tiles underfoot. Alma lay in one bed, her complexion pale, a faint smile curving her lips despite the situation. Beside her, Nadia rested with her back turned, her form still. Friedrich sat in a chair next to Alma, his gaze steady and watchful.


    Drifter lowered his head, a heavy unease filling his chest. His fists clenched at his sides.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­ I underestimated them,¡± he murmured.


    ¡°You all did your best. Everyone survived¡ªthat¡¯s what matters,¡± Friedrich said, his voice calm and steady.


    Alma¡¯s faint smile faltered, her lips trembling as she bit them, lowering her gaze.


    ¡°No¡­ I¡¯m the one who should apologize... This happened because of me¡­¡± Alma whispered.


    Nadia remained silent, her face still turned away from them.


    Alma clutched the blanket tightly, her knuckles turning white, trying to hold back tears. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths as her eyes stayed focused on the bed.


    Friedrich rose from his chair, placing a steady hand on her shoulder.


    ¡°That¡¯s enough, Alma,¡± he said, his voice calm but firm.


    Alma¡¯s composure finally broke, her face crumpling as she began to sob, her shoulders shaking with the force of her tears.


    Drifter¡¯s chest tightened, a wave of sadness sweeping over him. He shut his eyes for a moment, the guilt settling deep within him. This mission had nearly cost Alma her life. She must be terrified¡­ If only he had brought an evocyte restoration potion, maybe this wouldn¡¯t have happened. Frustration bubbled up inside him, his hand curling into a fist. Damn it¡­


    Beside Alma, Nadia turned her head slowly, her weary eyes meeting Alma''s. Her lips parted, as if she wanted to speak, but no sound came.


    Jaxon watched the scene unfold, his expression unreadable behind his aviator sunglasses.


    Friedrich then politely told them to rest. Drifter glanced once more at Nadia and Alma, his hand hovering as if he wanted to wave or say something. But seeing Alma cry, he chose silence instead, turning to leave. Jaxon followed without a word.


    Outside, Jaxon turned to Luna, waving casually toward her.


    ¡°Luna, we¡¯re heading back. How about you come with us?¡± he asked.


    Luna nodded, then began following them. They boarded Jaxon¡¯s Alcherider, Efrenza, which hummed softly as it hovered into position. The journey back to the academy was quiet, the sound of rain filling the air, accompanied by the soft strumming of a male voice and guitar in the background. When they arrived at the academy, they walked toward their quarters in the residential complex.


    The only sounds were the unrelenting storm and the occasional rumble of thunder.


    But Drifter¡¯s thoughts were elsewhere¡ªon the girl with the blue and pink hair. How can she¡ªhow can a human control monsters? He¡¯d never seen anything like it before. How can Graklings evolve into something stronger? And what¡¯s their goal? Why attack a city? It didn¡¯t make sense... they¡¯d be wiped out by golems, and skyships. Why target villages¡­ and for what?


    The thought lingered, but the last image in his mind as he reached his door was her face. Why does she look so much like Alma? Are they related?


    Drifter stepped into his quarters and flicked on the light. His black suit was drenched, clinging to his skin. He rubbed his arms, trying to warm himself, but the cold of the rain and his thoughts sank deeper with every breath, biting into him like a relentless chill. Eventually, he changed clothes, washed up, and collapsed into bed, sleep taking him before he could fight it.

 Chapter 12.5: Ties That Bind: Strength in Vulnerability Part II

    [Location: Nethia Hospital ¨C Night ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    Nadia Fernleaf was visited by her mother,  she pulled her into a tight embrace, her shoulders trembling. Tears dampened Nadia¡¯s shoulder, but she only clutched her mother tighter, burying her face in the familiar warmth. After some casual conversation with her mother and Professor Friedrich, her mother eventually stepped outside to sit for a while.


    Nadia sat quietly on her bed, looking at the new glasses her mother had given her. The last pair had been destroyed in the last battle.


    She thought about her life. This was the first time she had felt like this¡­ She had known that joining the Order would be difficult, but experiencing it firsthand was different. She had always preferred painting or gardening with her mother. But now, the reality of her choice was sinking in.


    Her father was a member of the Order too, but he was stationed in Amethia City¡ªa distant city far to the north of Nethia.


    I wonder if this is really what I want¡­


    Her gaze drifted toward Friedrich, who was seated beside Alma. His posture was heavy with exhaustion, the weight of the day evident in the slump of his shoulders.


    A soft chime from his Lumina Core broke the silence, drawing her attention. She watched as he glanced at the screen, where the name Gideon Frostwhisper flickered briefly before he let out a long, weary breath.


    Nadia¡¯s curiosity piqued, and she strained to listen, her eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before her.


    ¡°Fred, how are they?¡± the voice of Headmaster Gideon asked, his tone calm but tinged with concern.


    ¡°They¡¯re stable. Thank you for covering for me, Gideon...¡± Friedrich replied, his voice steady.


    ¡°Don¡¯t sweat it. Though, I should start billing you for overtime,¡± Gideon chuckled.


    Friedrich¡¯s lips twitched into a small smile. ¡°I owe you more than just thanks, Gideon. I promise, next time¡ªit¡¯s my turn to take over whenever you need,¡± he said.


    ¡°Forget promises. Just take care of Alma, will you? She needs you more than the academy right now. And... I¡¯m glad she¡¯s okay.¡± Gideon¡¯s voice softened.


    The hologram faded, leaving the room in silence once more. Nadia¡¯s gaze shifted to Alma, who stirred slightly in her bed.


    ¡°Dad... I¡¯m sorry,¡± Alma¡¯s voice soft yet trembling.


    Friedrich turned quickly, his gaze locking onto hers. He gave a small nod, but before he could respond, Alma continued, her voice wavering.


    ¡°She¡¯s...she¡¯s... back.¡±


    Nadia¡¯s breath hitched. Who¡¯s back? she wondered, her mind racing. She had known Alma since they were children, and never once had Alma mentioned a sister. The professor¡¯s wife was a mystery too¡ªNadia had never seen her, not even in pictures. Since they arrived in Nethia, it had always been just Alma and Friedrich.This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    Friedrich stepped closer to Alma, his hand gently clasping her cold fingers. No words passed between them, but the warmth of his touch seemed to offer comfort in the chilled room.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Alma. We¡¯ll protect you,¡± he said, his tone firm yet calming.


    Alma looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. ¡°Thank you,¡± she whispered.


    Friedrich pulled her into a firm yet gentle embrace, his body shielding her from unseen fears.


    Nadia watched them, her thoughts swirling as she drifted back to their childhood.


    Alma had always been the quiet one, sitting beside her in class from their first day of public school all the way to graduation. At first, she had been reserved, but over time, she had opened up to Nadia. She was impressive¡ªalways at the top of their class, well-liked by both classmates and teachers. They constantly praised her. Over time, she had become cheerful and loved teaching others.


    Unlike me. I was just ordinary.


    And yet, despite all that¡ªdespite her father being the commander of Nethia City¡ªshe still saw me as a friend. It was unbelievable.


    Nadia turned her gaze to Alma, who now lay sleeping, her face pale but peaceful.


    Can I ever be like her? Strong, well-liked¡­


    She thought back to the first time she entered the simulation battle at thirteen. Back then, every team she was on always lost. She could still remember the way her classmates looked at her¡ªlike they hated her, like it was her fault they had lost. It happened so often.


    And then there were the times she found her bag or her things missing from her locker. She had cried back then.


    She didn¡¯t want to accuse her classmates of doing it¡­ but she had no idea who else it could have been.


    But Alma was always there for her, always by her side no matter what.


    That was why, at eighteen, she joined the Order¡ªto always be with her.


    The sound of footsteps drew her attention. Friedrich entered the room quietly, his gaze falling on Nadia, who remained awake.


    ¡°You¡¯re not sleeping?¡± he asked, his voice gentle.


    Nadia shook her head slowly, her eyes still trained on the shadow of her reflection on the floor. ¡°No...¡± she murmured.


    Friedrich stepped closer, standing by her side. ¡°Thank you, Nadia... Because of you, Alma is safe,¡± he said, his expression filled with gratitude.


    Nadia shook her head quickly, her hands clenching on her lap. ¡°No, sir... I didn¡¯t do anything. I just ran,¡± she said, her voice trembling.


    Friedrich took a deep breath, his gaze steady on Nadia¡¯s hunched figure. ¡°That¡¯s not true, Nadia. Just being there for her¡­ means more than you know,¡± he said firmly.


    He moved to a chair beside her bed, sitting down slowly. His gaze shifted to the window, where the rain continued to streak the glass.


    ¡°The truth is, Alma¡¯s been sick for a long time,¡± he said, his voice lowering.


    Nadia turned her head. ¡°What? But she always seemed fine,¡± she said while her brows furrowed.


    Friedrich nodded slightly, his eyes dropping to the floor before meeting Nadia¡¯s again. ¡°She hid it well. But her condition worsened, enough to require treatment before,¡± he explained softly.


    Nadia sat in silence, her eyes glistening.


    Was she sick all this time? She tried to remember¡ªever since they were kids, Alma did have a history of going to the hospital, but not frequently¡­


    Friedrich smiled faintly, though his eyes held a deep sadness.


    ¡°I¡¯m truly grateful you¡¯ve been by her side, Nadia¡­ Thank you,¡± he said.


    Nadia didn¡¯t respond, only nodding slowly as silent tears streamed down her face. Her hands clenched tightly at her sides.


    All she could do now was support her, repay everything from before, and protect her.


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 Chapter 13: Oracle from a Far

    [Evocaier Verm Academy ¨C Morning - Year 1092 Ad Felicitas]


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    Drifter lay in bed, half-awake, the low hum of the air conditioning filling the quiet room. Drowsiness clung to him, but so did the weight of yesterday¡¯s failure.


    Alma¡¯s pale face, her body collapsing. Nadia¡¯s terrified expression as she held her, hands slick with blood that wouldn¡¯t stop. The scene replayed in his mind.


    Until a soft chime from his Lumina Core shattered the stillness.He tapped the device on his wrist and glanced at the message.


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    "Morning, seminar with Professor Friedrich today. 10.00. Academic Wing. Be there."


    He frowned. Wait¡­ isn''t today Voltis? A weekend?


    With a sigh, he sat up and tapped the holographic calendar on his wall.


    Date: 12th of Avesia, 1092.


    Lumina¡¯s Legacy ¨C Honoring the inventor of the Lumina Core, Professor Elion.


    Two months here. Maybe I should just ask about the cube¡¯s progress instead¡­


    Drifter arrived at the academic wing, stepping into the vast hall bathed in soft morning light. Sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting colorful patterns across the cold white floor.


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    Familiar faces filled the room¡ªLorcan, Sloane, Reine, and countless other students. In the crowd, Drifter spotted Nadia. She had come to the seminar instead of resting¡ªdiligent as ever¡ªbut her expression was distant, her eyes avoiding his.


    From the back row, Lorcan waved casually before calling out, his voice cutting through the murmuring crowd.


    Drifter sighed and made his way over, settling into the seat beside him. As expected, Lorcan was already rambling about something incomprehensible. Drifter only nodded occasionally, his attention drifting across the hall.


    The domed ceiling above was a marvel, adorned with slow-moving paintings of glowing lines weaving between stars. The gentle hum of the holographic screen filled the room.


    At the front, Professor Friedrich Rosenthal stood tall in a sharp black suit, his keen eyes scanning the audience. Beside him, Luna Sabriel sat elegantly, clad in an elegant black dress and a deep teal coat, holding a small tablet in her hands.


    Once the seminar began, Drifter quickly lost interest. The topic¡ªEvocyte Conservation¡ªwas far from his area of expertise. Back then, he had been more fascinated by alchemy. But now¡­ even alchemy felt like a distant memory. None of this matters to me anymore. He exhaled softly, hoping time would move faster. His attention drifted across the room, noting a few students nodding off, while others remained intently focused.


    Beside Lorcan, Sloane leaned back lazily, resting his chin on one hand.


    ¡°Ugh, this is so boring¡­ when¡¯s it going to end?¡± he muttered.


    Lorcan stirred from his half-asleep state, his messy red hair falling into his eyes as he groggily responded, voice hoarse.


    ¡°Just sleep through it. You¡¯ll wake up when it¡¯s over,¡± he said dryly.


    Sloane snorted. ¡°Yeah, right. If they catch me, I¡¯ll get called out.¡±


    As if summoned by his words, Professor Friedrich suddenly turned his gaze toward them. His sharp eyes narrowed slightly.


    ¡°Lorcan,¡± he called out, his voice calm but firm. ¡°Could you explain what an evocyte is?¡±


    Lorcan jolted upright, panic flashing across his face. He shot out of his seat so quickly that his chair scraped against the floor.


    ¡°Uh¡­ uh¡­ it¡¯s¡­ uh¡­ the element for controlling magic¡­ for combat, sir,¡± he stammered. His words wavered with uncertainty.


    Drifter smirked as laughter rippled through the hall. Lorcan¡¯s answer wasn¡¯t entirely wrong¡ªbut it was painfully simplistic, like a child grasping at a concept far beyond their depth.


    Friedrich sighed. ¡°Sloane, assist your classmate.¡±


    Sloane stood up with practiced ease, a smirk playing on his lips.


    ¡°Yes, sir. Evocyte is a natural energy produced by living organisms and the environment. When it comes to nature, this energy primarily originates from leyline systems.¡±


    Friedrich gave a small nod. ¡°That is correct, Sloane, but it extends beyond that. In ancient times, it is believed that all living beings¡ªmuch like what we call Primordials today¡ªcould harness evocyte directly, without the aid of tools like the Lumina Core. Over generations, this ability has faded. Our task now is to uncover whether this is true and, if so, understand why it happened.¡±


    On the holographic screen, glowing leyline networks appeared, pulsing softly like the veins of a living world. The green-blue strands branched and converged, illuminating the faces of the students. Occasionally, certain nodes flared brightly, like a heartbeat.


    ¡°Additionally,¡± Friedrich continued, ¡°research indicates a strong correlation between leyline health and plant life. Regions with denser vegetation tend to produce higher-quality evocyte.¡±


    Sloane turned to Lorcan, his smirk deepening. ¡°Told you. That¡¯s why you shouldn¡¯t sleep. If you get bored, just space out¡ªgetting called on is the real danger.¡±


    Lorcan groaned, slumping in his chair. ¡°Ugh¡­ I can¡¯t take this anymore.¡±


    The session eventually shifted into a Q&A portion. Luna stepped forward, her voice poised yet commanding.


    ¡°Thank you, Professor. That was an enlightening lecture. Does anyone have any questions?¡±


    Nadia Fernleaf hesitated before raising her hand, adjusting her glasses and gripping her notebook.


    ¡°Go ahead, Nadia,¡± Luna encouraged.


    ¡°Thank you,¡± Nadia replied softly. ¡°If plants affect evocyte production, have governments taken steps to regulate evocyte generators?¡±


    Friedrich smiled faintly. ¡°Good question. While evocyte generators are important, the Conclave of Eldoria has tried using quartz-based alternatives. However, global use has been slow due to shortages and resistance from the Arcadia Republic.¡±


    Nadia nodded, satisfied.


    Caelus Amelioris stood up next, looking thoughtful. ¡°Professor, I¡¯ve seen studies suggesting evocyte residue can affect nearby habitats¡ªlike altering weather or mutating wildlife. Is that true?¡±


    Friedrich¡¯s expression sharpened. ¡°It¡¯s true that residue affects evocyte production, but its impact on weather and mutations is still under study. We need more data, especially from areas with high residue.¡±


    As more participants asked questions, Drifter noticed a few students sighing, growing restless with each new inquiry. The questions kept coming, but it was clear some were eager for the seminar to end.


    Finally, Luna stepped forward, signaling the conclusion of the session.


    ¡°We¡¯re out of time. It¡¯s now lunch break. Please return in thirty minutes. Thank you for your participation.¡±


    The participants slowly filtered out of the hall, their chatter filling the corridors. Drifter followed Lorcan, Sloane, and Reine outside.


    The dining area was lively The participants chatting over meals, drinks in hand. Amidst the noise, Lorcan stretched dramatically.


    ¡°I¡¯m done. Skipping the next session¡ªno way I¡¯m sitting through another minute of that.¡±


    Sloane chuckled. ¡°Fair. I¡¯m in. Where are we going?¡±


    Reine sighed. ¡°Come on, guys¡­ what if they take roll? You know how this ends.¡±


    ¡°At worst? Another detention. Whatever. My brain¡¯s melting,¡± Lorcan said, then turned to Drifter. ¡°You in?¡±


    Drifter shook his head. ¡°No. Luna would kill me.¡±


    Lorcan laughed. "Come on, you sound like a guy scared of his wife."


    Nearby, Bryan, Alyssa, Erick, and Caelus overheard them.


    Bryan crossed his arms. "Friedrich might seem laid-back, but he¡¯s strict about discipline. You¡¯ll regret it."


    Alyssa scoffed. "Regret? Please. The real problem is you two thinking you can actually get away with this."


    Lorcan shot her an exaggerated bow. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Alyssa."


    "If you¡¯re going to skip," she said, smirking, "at least don¡¯t make it obvious. You¡¯re practically announcing it."


    Reine groaned. "This is such a bad idea¡­"


    Suddenly, a burst of laughter echoed from the lecture hall. A group of girls, led by Vaeloria, passed by.


    Sloane grinned. "Look, even the girls are ditching. Let¡¯s go!"


    Reine hesitated. "But¡ª"


    "Stop overthinking," Lorcan cut in. "Come on!"


    Drifter sighed and followed, mainly because they were forcing Reine along.


    Just as they were slipping away, they nearly collided with Luna Sabriel in the hallway. Her cold gaze rested on them briefly.


    Lorcan forced a casual smile. "Good afternoon, Miss Luna."


    Luna gave a thin, knowing smile but said nothing as she walked past.


    As soon as she was gone, Lorcan exhaled in relief. "Man, dodged a bullet. If it were Alina, we¡¯d be getting interrogated."


    Sloane clapped him on the shoulder. "No kidding. Let¡¯s move before someone worse shows up."


    Luna¡¯s gaze met Drifter¡¯s, and for a moment, their eyes locked. He stiffened ever so slightly, worried she might think he was planning to skip the seminar.


    ¡°Keep an eye on them,¡± she said simply.


    Drifter sighed. "That¡¯s what I was going to do anyway."


    He caught up with them in the academy courtyard. As he approached, Lorcan¡¯s eyes widened, followed by a grin that spread across his face.


    ¡°Ho¡­ you finally got away... So, are you no longer ¡®scared of your wife¡¯? Lorcan teased, his voice light with amusement.


    Drifter gave a faint smile. "Don¡¯t force Reine into this... he¡¯s had enough," he said softly, a hint of concern in his voice.


    ¡°You two are acting like you don¡¯t want to run off,¡± Sloane teased with a knowing grin. ¡°I can tell you¡¯re both bored.¡±


    ¡°So, Reine? You coming?¡± Drifter asked gently, turning to him.


    ¡°I... I... sorry,¡± Reine muttered, his voice full of hesitation.


    ¡°See, he¡¯s coming with us! Let¡¯s go! Old man¡¯s coming too!¡± Lorcan urged, practically bouncing with excitement.


    Drifter nodded, and they quickened their pace, trailing behind Vaeloria¡¯s group as they made their way further down the path. Unable to contain his curiosity, Lorcan jogged ahead to catch up with her.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    So, where¡¯s the party, Ria? he asked, his grin widening as he glanced over at her.


    Vaeloria turned, a light laugh escaping her lips. "Oh, you¡¯re ditching too, huh? Good. The more, the merrier."


    She glanced at Drifter. "Oh, Mr. From the Past is joining us? This should be interesting," Vaeloria teased, her tone playful.


    ¡°It¡¯s fine, just call me Drifter,¡± he said with a shrug.


    ¡°Oh... as you wish,¡± Vaeloria replied playfully.


    ¡°By the way, we¡¯re headed to the Serrahn Festival in the city. And guess what? Starlight Vagabond is the headliner!¡± Vaeloria added, her smile bright with excitement.


    ¡°No way! I¡¯m obsessed with Leila! How did I not hear about this? Nothing came up on the Arcane Network!¡± Sloane exclaimed, his voice rising with excitement.


    The group took the skyrail from the Central District to the Commercial and Entertainment District. As they arrived, a large billboard loomed above them, flashing advertisements for the Serrahn Festival, featuring the Wing Lotus Evocaier Order emblem and the Kingdom of Serrahn¡¯s Starlike emblem.


    Upon reaching the festival, held at the outdoor Evimea Avenue, they were met with a bustling scene. Crowds ebbed and flowed like a living tide, their movements creating a rhythmic hum of chatter, laughter, and the occasional call from a vendor. The air was thick with the tantalizing aromas of grilled food and spices, blending seamlessly with the upbeat strains of traditional music that echoed throughout the square.


    As they moved together, Reine suddenly stopped.


    ¡°Wait¡ªmy sister¡¯s here? She¡¯s gonna find out we¡¯re skipping!¡± Reine said, his voice filled with concern.


    ¡°Chill, Reine. Your sister¡¯s not gonna bust us. We¡¯re good,¡± Lorcan replied confidently.


    Drifter watched as Lorcan and Sloane marched forward, their steps purposeful as they approached a group of people: two men¡ªone with ashen skin¡ªtwo women, one with horns, and finally, they stopped in front of a young woman with soft teal hair.


    ¡°Hey¡­ Reina¡­ what¡¯s up?¡± Lorcan said with a casual wave.


    ¡°What¡¯s up, what¡¯s up!¡± Sloane added enthusiastically.


    ¡°Oh¡­ it¡¯s you two¡­¡± Reina said, her tone skeptical as she turned her gaze to Reine behind her and walked toward him. As she neared, she smiled wryly.


    ¡°Hi, sis¡­¡± Reine muttered, feeling a bit nervous.


    ¡°You know Mom¡¯s gonna be upset if she finds out, right?¡± Reina said with a raised eyebrow.


    ¡°Uh¡­ yeah, sorry¡­¡± Reine muttered, looking down.


    Behind Reina, an athletic woman with orange hair and horns chimed in with an easy smile, walking closer to Reine.


    ¡°Hey, Reine, long time no see. How¡¯s it going?¡± the orange-haired woman said.


    ¡°I¡¯m doing okay, Helvra,¡± Reine replied, managing a smile.


    ¡°Come on, Reina, don¡¯t be so hard on him. Everyone needs a little fun now and then, right?¡± Helvra said, her tone playful.


    ¡°Fine, but keep him out of trouble, got it? No shady business,¡± Reina warned.


    ¡°Shady business? Us? Never!¡± Lorcan replied with a grin.


    ¡°Scout¡¯s honor, ma¡¯am!¡± Sloane added, saluting.


    Reina¡¯s eyes flicked over to Drifter.


    ¡°He¡¯s the one? From the past?¡± she asked, her gaze sharp.


    ¡°Yeah¡­¡± Reine said, nodding.


    Drifter suddenly fell discomfort growing under the weight of the others'' stares.


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    The man with ashen skin stepped forward, his glowing red eyes and pointed ears stark against his simple blue shirt. He extended a hand and greeted Drifter warmly.


    ¡°Oh, so you¡¯re the one from the past. We¡¯re the order members stationed at Nethia HQ. I¡¯m Xaltherion, but you can call me Therion. Nice to meet you.¡±


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    Drifter shook his hand, studying him for a moment as his thoughts raced. Xaltherion seemed like an Umbradi. As far as he knew, they were native to the Holy Empire of Selvaria. It was unusual to see one here.


    Before Drifter could speak, another voice interjected.


    ¡°I¡¯m Helvra. Nice to meet you. What should we call you?¡± she asked.


    ¡°Drifter. It¡¯s nice to meet you all,¡± Drifter replied, trying to remain calm.


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    Behind them, a man with dark blue hair that fell over his eyes stood, his gothic black attire accented with silver. His crimson eyes glinted as he observed them, exuding a quiet intimidation.


    ¡°So, how¡¯s it been? Adjusting to life here?¡± Therion asked, his voice smooth and casual.


    ¡°It¡¯s been¡­ manageable,¡± Drifter answered, keeping his tone neutral.


    ¡°Next time, why don¡¯t you join us on a mission? Could be fun,¡± Helvra suggested with a playful grin.


    ¡°I¡¯m curious about you too. I heard your duel with Grandmaster Mina ended in a draw. That¡¯s impressive,¡± Reina said, her curiosity piqued.


    ¡°Yes, we¡¯ll be waiting for that day,¡± Therion added, his voice calm but with a trace of anticipation.


    Drifter responded with a small smile.


    In the background, a man with dark blue hair started walking away from the group without saying a word. Therion watched him quietly, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips.


    ¡°Hey, who¡¯s that guy?¡± Sloane asked, nodding toward the figure with dark blue hair as he walked off.


    ¡°I think¡­ he¡¯s my sister¡¯s team leader,¡± Reine said, his voice thoughtful.


    Suddenly, the sound of music from the main stage caught their attention. A mystical melody blended with sharp, rhythmic percussion, weaving through the air and silencing the crowd.


    Drawn by the captivating harmony, Drifter and the others moved closer to the stage. Dancers clad in glittering costumes moved in perfect synchronization, their every step telling a story. Graceful yet powerful, their performance was mesmerizing.


    At the center of the stage, one figure stood out. Her wavy brown hair shimmered under the lights, and her golden eyes sparkled like gems. As she twirled, time seemed to slow, her gaze locking momentarily with Drifter¡¯s.


    Something about that look¡ªfaint recognition, a flash of something deeper¡ªstirred emotions in him that he couldn¡¯t quite place.


    Drifter stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the figure. The music swelled to its crescendo, drawing cheers from the crowd as the dancer bowed slightly before disappearing behind the curtain.


    ¡°Whoa¡­ that was¡­ something else,¡± Sloane said, still caught in the lingering energy of the performance.


    Vaeloria smirked, glancing at Drifter. ¡°Well, well, Drifter. Didn¡¯t peg you as a fan of Leila. Guess you¡¯ve got taste.¡±


    ¡°Not a fan. Just¡­ watching,¡± Drifter said, his voice even.


    ¡°He won¡¯t admit it¡­ I bet his Lumina Core is packed with Leila¡¯s photos,¡± Lorcan teased.


    Drifter sighed, shaking his head with a faint smirk. ¡°Oh no, how¡¯d you figure it out? My big secret¡¯s out.¡±


    Reina chuckled softly, waving a hand as she stepped back. ¡°Alright, alright. We¡¯ll leave you to it. Our leader¡¯s probably waiting for us.¡±


    ¡°Later, you lot. Don¡¯t get into too much trouble!¡± Helvra said, giving a carefree wave.


    ¡°Until next time,¡± Therion added with a nod.


    The group drifted away, disappearing into the bustling festival crowd as the sun dipped lower in the sky, painting everything in a golden glow.


    ¡°Come on! Let¡¯s go get Leila¡¯s autograph!¡± Sloane said, his excitement barely contained.


    The group followed Sloane, with Lorcan snickering at him along the way. ¡°Man, you are such a fanboy.¡±


    As they reached the autograph booth, a long line stretched ahead of them. Drifter¡¯s eyes flicked to a nearby sign.


    ¡°¡®Oracle Booth¡¯? What, is she some kind of fortune teller?¡± he asked.


    ¡°Sort of. She writes these cryptic messages with her autographs. It¡¯s her thing,¡± Sloane explained.


    As the line crept forward, the air around them seemed to shift. A hush fell over the crowd, and a figure ahead came into view.


    Her golden eyes seemed to glow, framed by a flowing veil that swayed gently with the breeze. As their gazes met, time itself seemed to pause. There was something almost tangible in her piercing stare, something that held him in place.


    ¡°Why is she looking at you like that?¡± Reine murmured under his breath.


    Drifter¡¯s voice was just as low. ¡°I don¡¯t know. I don¡¯t even know her.¡±


    As Drifter looked at her, his shoulders tensed, a cold prickle running down his spine.


    ¡°She¡¯s¡­ even more incredible up close,¡± Sloane murmured in awe.


    Finally stepping forward, Sloane grinned nervously as he held out a book.


    ¡°Uh¡­ Lady Leila, could you¡­ sign my book?¡± he asked, his voice tinged with excitement.


    She chuckled softly, her movements graceful as she took the book from his hands.


    ¡°¡®Lady¡¯? That¡¯s a bit much, don¡¯t you think?¡± she teased, signing with fluid elegance. ¡°So, how¡¯d I do? Did I live up to the hype?¡±


    Sloane¡¯s grin widened as he nodded enthusiastically.


    ¡°Amazing! I¡¯ve been a fan since day one!¡±


    Leila raised an eyebrow, a playful smile gracing her face.


    ¡°Oh? Well, thank you for the support. And what¡¯s your name?¡±


    ¡°Sloane! It¡¯s an honor to meet you, Lady Leila!¡± he said, his voice brimming with admiration.


    Lorcan groaned, nudging Sloane. ¡°Come on, man. Tone it down. You¡¯re making us look bad here.¡±


    Leila, still smiling, glanced at Lorcan before turning her gaze back to Sloane.


    ¡°You''re funny, Sloane.¡±


    However, when her eyes shifted to Drifter, the atmosphere changed. Her gaze sharpened, intense and unreadable, as if the world around them disappeared once again. A heavy silence fell, and the small smile on her lips seemed to carry a deeper meaning.


    ¡°Hello,¡± she greeted, her tone light yet laced with something unspoken.


    Drifter hesitated. ¡°Is there something I can help with?¡±


    ¡°No¡­ it¡¯s just¡­ your performance earlier was impressive. Very remarkable.¡±


    ¡°Thank you. I¡¯m glad you liked it.¡±


    ¡°Can we get a picture together, Lady Leila?¡± Sloane cut in, still brimming with excitement.


    ¡°Of course.¡±


    They took a picture with Sloane¡¯s Lumina Core, a selfie with Sloane grinning like a kid who had just gotten his hands on a new toy. But before they could leave, Leila¡¯s voice stopped them, her tone shifting to something more serious.


    ¡°And for my fortune¡­ this.¡±


    Her golden eyes locked onto Drifter, sharp as a dagger.


    ¡°You walk in shadows that stretch far beyond your own. When the past rises, will you stand¡ªor fall with it? Beware the darkness that seeks you, for it will find you when you least expect it.¡±


    A tense silence followed.


    ¡°What was that about?¡± Lorcan muttered, confused.


    Sloane huffed out a laugh. ¡°Heh¡­ you¡¯re kidding, right?¡±


    Leila¡¯s expression softened slightly. ¡°Of course. Just be careful, okay?¡±


    As the group drifted back into the festival crowd, Drifter remained rooted in place, her words echoing through his mind.


    Unbidden, images of the Black Cube¡ªthe Academy¡¯s closely guarded secret¡ªflashed before his eyes. It was impossible. Unthinkable. Yet she had spoken of it with such certainty.


    A chill crept down his spine as he recalled the weight of her gaze. It had pierced through every defense, every carefully constructed wall, as if seeing straight into the depths of his soul. A cold heaviness settled in his chest, his breath growing shallow.


    The question burned in his mind, refusing to let go.


    Who is she¡­ really?


    ¡°What¡¯s going on, Drifter? Got a little crush on Leila?¡± Vaeloria¡¯s voice broke through his thoughts.


    Drifter blinked, turning to her. ¡°Crush?¡±


    Vaeloria smirked. ¡°Yeah, looks like Leila was eyeing you. Maybe you two are a match.¡±


    Drifter exhaled slowly, shaking his head. ¡°You¡¯ve got too wild an imagination, Vaeloria.¡±


    The group continued through the festival, but Drifter remained lost in thought, Leila¡¯s last words echoing in his mind. He responded to conversations with little more than nods and short replies, barely registering his surroundings.


    Meanwhile, Lorcan, Reine, and Sloane stopped at a Spectra Duel Simulator area, a popular spot for players of the holographic card game Spectra. Vaeloria and her group, on the other hand, wandered toward the stalls selling traditional Serrahn Kingdom attire.


    Before heading back, they gathered at a food stand, indulging in Serrahn specialties¡ªSpiced Oasis Lamb and Kherazad Mountain Bread. The flavors were rich, infused with fragrant spices that lingered long after the last bite.


    As the afternoon light softened into evening, they finally decided it was time to return.


    ¡°Think we can get back to the Academy without running into Friedrich or Luna?¡± Vaeloria mused, stretching her arms lazily.


    ¡°Impossible. Our names are definitely on their radar by now,¡± Lorcan said with a dramatic sigh.


    Drifter, trailing slightly behind, already knew what awaited them. There¡¯s no way Luna lets this slide. But he said nothing, only watching their false hopes with faint amusement.


    They moved quickly and cautiously through the city, their eyes darting to every shadow. As they approached the Academy grounds, they rounded a corner¡ªonly to come to an abrupt halt.


    Ahead of them, standing in perfect silence, were Friedrich and Luna.


    A suffocating stillness settled over the group.


    Drifter with faint smirks to cross his face. Here we go.


    Vaeloria, her confident grin faltering as her eyes darted nervously: ¡°Uh-oh.¡±


    Sloane swallowed hard, fidgeting. ¡°We¡¯re so dead.¡±


    Immediately, Vaeloria¡¯s companions broke into panicked whispers, their voices overlapping in a chaotic mess of fear and excuses.


    Friedrich raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over them with slow deliberation.


    "Ah, so you finally showed up," he said softly.


    The air around them grew heavy.


    Vaeloria let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. "Good¡­ afternoon, Professor! Uh, we¡¯ve got¡­ a bit of a headache?"


    "Yeah¡­ about that¡­" Sloane muttered.


    "We¡­ uh¡­ we stopped by the hospital," Lorcan added, his voice unconvincing.


    Friedrich tilted his head slightly. "Oh? The hospital? Let me call the doctor there, just in case you need better care."


    Vaeloria stiffened. "Oh¡­ actually, we didn¡¯t go to the hospital¡­ it was full."


    "I see." Friedrich folded his arms. "My friend, the doctor, can come to the Academy then. We need to make sure you¡¯re all fit."


    Reine swallowed hard. "W-We didn¡¯t mean to skip¡­ w-we thought maybe¡­ a quick rest would help."


    A long pause.


    Vaeloria exhaled sharply. "Okay, sorry. We messed up. There¡¯s no point pretending anymore."


    "Yeah¡­ sorry, we messed up," Lorcan echoed.


    "Sorry. We promise we won¡¯t do it again," Sloane added quickly.


    Friedrich studied them for a moment before speaking. "I appreciate your honesty. But remember, discipline is crucial. In battle, negligence doesn¡¯t just put you in danger¡ªit puts everyone else at risk too."


    "Sorry, Professor. We really are sorry," Vaeloria said, her usual bravado nowhere to be found.


    Friedrich and Drifter spoke briefly. A faint smile touched his lips as they exchanged farewells.


    But as Luna approached, Drifter couldn¡¯t help but feel curious.


    Luna¡¯s smile remained, but it was ice-cold, sharp as frost.


    "Next time you skip, at least be smarter about it," she said, her voice light yet cutting.


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    Her gaze lingered on them for a moment before she turned back following Friedrich. She nodded at Drifter, and he returned the gesture.


    As they left, silence settled over the group like a heavy fog. The only sound was their own breathing¡ªuneven, tense.


    Vaeloria finally broke it with a shudder. "Why are they so terrifying? They didn¡¯t even yell, but it felt like a death sentence."


    "Yeah, they don¡¯t need to yell, but the vibe is seriously scary," Lorcan muttered.


    "I¡¯d rather get yelled at by Alina all day. At least we know what to expect. With them¡­ it¡¯s like¡­" Sloane trailed off, shaking his head.


    Reine sighed. "See? Told you. Next time, don¡¯t skip."


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    Drifter gave a brief farewell and headed back to his quarters alone. On the way, he glimpsed the others at the academy wing lockers, seemingly gathering their things to leave.


    As he arrived, he sat in silence. Leila¡¯s words echoed in his mind. The festival had been a blur, but her voice¡ªher warning¡ªremained sharp and clear.

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    Drifter¡¯s first mission with Luna Sabriel, Jaxon Virelli, and Alina Walsh was unlike anything he had experienced. Though he had spent time alongside them, but this time, they were a team.


    Before they set out, he filled his pouch to the brim with potions. Jaxon chuckled. ¡°Planning for the end of the world?¡±


    Drifter didn¡¯t answer. No amount of preparation could silence the weight of his failures¡ªNadia, Alma¡¯s near-fatal death. That burden still followed him.


    The cold of Everfrost Village hit him like a wall as soon as they arrived. The air was thick with snow, drifting endlessly through the quiet streets. The village itself seemed to hum with an odd warmth. Strangers were rare, but the villagers greeted him with smiles, their eyes welcoming despite the chill in the air.


    The mission led them deeper into Everfrost Forest, where the cold only grew more biting. Towering trees loomed overhead, their leaves a translucent green, almost as if they were alive in a way that unsettled him. Their target was a growing horde of ice wolves, creatures that had been terrorizing the village lately.


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    Thanks to Alina¡¯s tracking, they found the nest quickly. Drifter fought with his sword and exalt spells, Luna with ice magic, Jaxon with twin fire bowguns, and Alina with her ice greatsword. The fight was easy. Soon, they headed back to the academy, mission complete.


    As they walked back, Drifter trailed behind, observing Alina, Jaxon, and Luna as they casually strolled across the courtyard toward the academy¡¯s main building.


    "Well, that''s done. Mission accomplished. See you later, folks. I''ve got... other things to do," said Jaxon, his tone relaxed, a slight smirk still on his face.


    Alina''s sharp gaze was fixed on him. Luna, standing a few steps behind, maintained her usual calm expression.


    As Jaxon approached the main building, under a large tree, Sloane raised his hand, giving Jaxon a wide smile.


    "Hey, sir¡­ Don¡¯t be late. The Evoball match is about to start!" Sloane called out casually.


    "I bet you two are plotting something shady," said Alina, her sharp gaze filled with suspicion.


    "Oh, come on, Miss Alina. Why are you always so suspicious? We¡¯re just going to watch Evoball. Right, sir?" replied Sloane, his smile as nonchalant as ever.


    "Relax, Alina. We¡¯re really just going to watch," added Jaxon, his tone matching Sloane''s.


    Alina crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing.


    "Don¡¯t even think about pulling something."


    Luna placed a hand lightly on Alina¡¯s arm, her tone calm but firm.


    "Come on, Alina. Let¡¯s finish the report."


    Alina gave one last piercing glare at Jaxon before turning sharply. Luna followed quietly behind her.


    Jaxon grinned at Drifter."What about you, Drifter? You in?"


    "Okay," replied Drifter tersely.


    Without further discussion, they headed to the library. The atmosphere there was silent. Only the three of them were present. They sat in the center of the room, with Sloane and Jaxon sporting wide grins.


    Drifter raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were watching Evoball."


    Both Jaxon and Sloane laughed.


    "Yeah, later. For now, there¡¯s something we want to show you. It¡¯s important¡ªresearch," said Sloane.


    "Research?" Drifter asked.


    Sloane chuckled as he pressed the Lumina core on his wrist. A holographic projection flickered to life, images popping up one by one as he tapped through them.


    There were pictures of women, ranging from glamorous dresses to bikinis, some on the beach with the text "Holidays at Maranangara Beach" in the file name. Then, the scene shifted to a luxurious hall, towering metalic skyscrapers in the background, with a caption that read "Eclipse Rooftop Bars, Upper Edenvell."


    "Impressive, Sloane. This is top-tier work," praised Jaxon, clearly satisfied.


    "This is your research?" asked Drifter in a cold tone.


    Sloane patted Drifter¡¯s shoulder "Don¡¯t be so serious. It¡¯s natural for guys to like this stuff. Come on, you¡¯re curious too, right? Don¡¯t pretend you¡¯re not."


    Before Drifter could respond, Jaxon¡¯s Lumina Core vibrated. The name Gianna Virelli glowed softly on the screen, interrupting their playful moment.


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    Quickly, Jaxon tapped the holographic interface, pulling up a tablet with a blank white screen. Then he pressed his Lumina core, and a projection flickered to life, revealing a girl with soft brown hair¡ªGianna Virelli.


    She smiled at Jaxon, and he smiled back, though she didn¡¯t speak. Instead, she began to write something, and soon, a synthetic female voice filled the air. They exchanged casual conversation, words flowing between them in a quiet, seamless rhythm.


    As the call came to an end, Gianna raised her hand in a final wave of farewell, and Jaxon mirrored the gesture while The chat box on the tablet in his hand was full.


    Drifter¡¯s gaze lingered on the notes, a quiet assumption forming that she might be a sister, but something about their interaction¡ªsomething unspoken¡ªmade him wonder if she could no longer talk or hear. A quiet ache lingered in him.


    ¡°Alright, back to business. Drifter, are you in or not?¡± Jaxon asked, his smile warm as he turned to Drifter.


    ¡°Maybe next time,¡± Drifter replied flatly.


    ¡°That means he¡¯s interested. See? Progress!¡± Sloane chimed in with a grin.


    ¡°We¡¯re persuasive, aren¡¯t we?¡± Jaxon chuckled.


    ¡°By the way, handle your report. Unless you want Alina to do more than just glare next time.¡± Drifter¡¯s voice was a little sharper.


    ¡°Alright, alright. Guess I can¡¯t dodge it forever.¡± Jaxon said, giving a thumbs-up.


    After finishing both reports and sending them through their Lumina cores, Drifter returned to his quarters in the academy¡¯s residential complex. He sat at his desk, near his black, boxy device¡ªthe magisterial console. As he navigate picture and text of the holographic screen, the chime and vibration of his Lumina core interrupted his focus. He glanced at it, seeing a call from Friedrich Rosenthal.


    He tapped the Lumina core.


    ¡°Drifter, I apologize for the late hour. Are you available?¡± Friedrich¡¯s voice came through.


    ¡°It¡¯s fine, Professor. What¡¯s going on?¡± Drifter responded.


    ¡°I need you to come to my house. There¡¯s something I¡¯d like to discuss in person.¡± Friedrich replied.


    ¡°Now? Is something wrong?¡± Drifter frowned.


    ¡°Not immediately urgent, but important. I¡¯d appreciate it if you could come.¡± Friedrich answered.


    ¡°I¡¯ll be there shortly.¡± Drifter said, cutting the connection.


    Exiting his room, Drifter made his way to the academy¡¯s underground parking lot. He rode his Alcherider Zenith, its black frame a fusion of hexagonal edges and Y-shaped patterns, with sharp, bold lines. The triangular headlights sliced through the night, illuminating the path ahead. as he exit the undeground parking lot, The city¡¯s lights shimmered, casting dancing shadows across the surfaces.


    His journey led him to the Residential District of the luxurious Eirda Terrace, nestled near the Eirda River. Amid the lush greenery stood a house with clean geometric designs, crystalline walls, and expansive glass fa?ades offering sweeping views. The house was two stories tall, with a backyard featuring a spacious pool, outdoor seating, and meticulously maintained tropical landscaping.


    Drifter parked his Alcherider Zenith in front of the house. Before he could knock, the door creaked open.


    "Dad is waiting. Please come in, Drifter," she said softly.


    "Thank you, Alma. Are you feeling well?" he asked gently.


    Alma glancing aside to avoid his gaze.


    "Yes¡­ thank you," she replied firmly.


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    Following her inside, Drifter took in the house¡¯s interior¡ªelegant yet minimalistic, with neutral tones of white, gray, and beige. Chandeliers cast a soft glow over carefully arranged furniture, but what stood out most were the full sets of armor displayed like statues. A collection, most likely. Even in his time, traditional armor had long been obsolete, replaced by materialized gear.


    The open layout seamlessly connected the living room, kitchen, and dining area. Yet, something felt off¡ªthere were no family photos anywhere.


    In the living room, Friedrich Rosenthal sat on a gray sofa, reading a book. As Drifter entered, he glanced up.


    "Thank you for coming," he said briefly.


    Drifter gave a small nod.


    "It¡¯s no trouble, Professor," he replied courteously.


    "Please, have a seat," said Friedrich, gesturing to the sofa across from him.


    Drifter sat calmly, his posture relaxed. Alma headed toward the kitchen, while Friedrich leaned forward slightly, his expression serious.


    "Do you remember the skyship attack during last month¡¯s training?" he asked.


    Drifter¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°Hard to forget. Has something new come up?¡±


    Friedrich nodded slowly, his expression tense. "We¡¯ve received reports from Grandmaster Amisha. The ship is still missing, but reliable intel suggests it¡¯s likely still within the Nethia region."


    A knot tightened in Drifter¡¯s stomach as memories of the ship resurfaced¡ªa vessel without insignia, carrying hundreds of Skystrikers, attacking with no clear purpose.


    "Any theories on their target?" he asked cautiously.


    "No developments yet. We¡¯ve analyzed every known model, even outdated ones¡ªnone match. It¡¯s inconceivable that sky pirates possess a ship that advanced," Friedrich replied.


    "As Grandmaster instructed, I¡¯ve arranged for night patrols¡ªone person per shift," he added.


    "Allow me to join," Drifter said.


    "Of course. I expected no less from you. Thank you, Drifter. The patrol schedule starts tomorrow, and I¡¯ll share the details in the morning." Friedrich acknowledged.


    Drifter was about to leave when Alma returned with a warm cup of tea. He sat back, accepting it. They shared light conversation about life at the academy and Arcane Network broadcasts. The professor seemed fond of a strange show about little Skylins in armor¡ªdog-like creatures on a comedic adventure, fighting dragons and gaining powers with each victory. The show was full of bizarre barking sounds after it gain new power every dragon kill.


    Alma relaxed, smiling and laughing. As their conversation ended, Drifter politely said his goodbyes. They both responded warmly, and he made his way back to his quarters, closing the day.


    [Location: Outskirts of Nethia City ¨C Night ¨C 2 Days Later]


    Clad in black armor and a flowing black cloak, Drifter sped through the city outskirts on his Alcherider Zenith. The black vehicle hovered low over the roads, the traffic light¡ªfewer than the fingers on his hand. Green trees and open fields blurred past on either side. In the distance, icy mountains loomed, while only the hum of music filled the vehicle.


    ¡°No signal¡­ nothing again,¡± he muttered.


    Suddenly, a beep broke the silence. Drifter¡¯s eyes flicked to the Vestra screen on his vehicle, which displayed a green square among scattered blue ones.


    ¡°Unknown signal,¡± he murmured again.


    He accelerated the Alcherider Zenith, heading toward the marked location in the forest. After parking near an Elemart 24-hour convenience store''s underground parking lot, he made his way into the dark woods. There, he found an old warehouse housing a long, rectangular skyship made of rusty metal¡ªmuch smaller than the skyships he usually encountered.


    Not my target¡­ but who¡¯d be bold enough to fly this scrapheap? he thought.


    Ascending the metal stairs on the warehouse¡¯s right side, he moved cautiously. To his left was an old door with a rusted rectangular handle. As he reached for it, a red projectile shot toward him. His reflexes kicked in. With a swift motion, he deflected the projectile with his dark gray sword Exaltare.


    "Who¡¯s there?" he demanded, his voice low but filled with caution.


    Peering inside, his eyes widened as he saw Jaxon holding his black twin bow guns.


    "Drifter? Well, what a surprise," Jaxon said casually.


    "What are you doing here?" he asked coldly.


    Jaxon chuckled lightly, his Twin Bowguns dissipating into red particles.


    "Oh, just¡­ enjoying the night. The sky¡¯s beautiful, you know," he replied with a forced laugh.


    Drifter narrowed his eyes. "Oh, really? In that case, I¡¯ll join you. I¡¯ve never seen it."


    Jaxon froze briefly, his expression shifting. "Oh¡­ okay then."


    They moved to the ship¡¯s center, filled with rusty old metal. Jaxon sat at the front, operating the controls. Drifter stood beside him, silently observing.


    The ship¡¯s old engine began to hum. Its iron walls turned transparent, revealing the green forest and the decrepit garage below shrinking as the ship ascended. The city lights faded, leaving only the inky blackness beneath them.


    "Where are we going?" Drifter finally asked.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    "Oh, I thought I¡¯d check out the Nausyra Sea this time," Jaxon replied casually.


    Drifter remained silent, his mind racing with questions. As far as he knew, the Nausyra Sea was far from the neutral zone and was within the Nusa Union¡¯s territory. Would their ship be shot down if they crossed there without proper clearance? Drifter felt conflicted. What was Jaxon¡¯s real goal?


    He reached into his pocket, glancing at the small rectangular object Mina had given him. Wasn¡¯t this the opportunity to open it? Should he ask Jaxon to stop briefly in Union territory? He couldn¡¯t help but wonder.


    For a long moment, the only thing he saw was darkness, but then Jaxon spoke.


    "See? Isn¡¯t it beautiful?" Jaxon said, smiling.


    Drifter blinked, unsure of what had changed. All he saw was the same black environment. ¡°Huh, isn¡¯t it the same as before?¡± he thought.


    "Yes," Drifter replied curtly.


    A sharp beep broke the air.


    "Uh-oh¡­" muttered Jaxon, his eyes fixed on the screen.


    "What is it?" asked Drifter, his gaze shifting to Jaxon.


    "Sky pirates," Jaxon answered, his jaw tightening.


    From a distance, three black, rectangular Skyships appeared. Each was armed with forward-mounted cannons and glowing blue thrusters at the rear. Drifter observed cautiously as a blue energy tether from one of the Skyships latched onto their vessel, shaking it violently.


    Jaxon ran quickly to the back of the ship, and Drifter followed. After reaching the platform above, they found themselves in the large cargo room below. Two large crates with a purple glow sat ominously in the center, but the silence was shattered by the harsh sound of metal scraping against metal. The farthest iron wall peeled away, as though welded at its edges, and then, without warning, the wall collapsed.Volley of green projectiles shot toward them, and Drifter caught a glimpse of a massive automaton charging at them¡ªits four legs and horizontal blades gleaming menacingly


    Instinctively, Drifter activated Exalt Barrier, a transparent dome of energy surrounding him and Jaxon, shielding them from the barrage of incoming projectiles. As they advanced, Drifter slashed at the automaton with his sword, materializing Spectral Swords that sliced through the air. With his left hand, he unleashed a volley of blue projectiles¡ªExalt Bolts¡ªhurling them at the mechanical menace.


    Meanwhile, Jaxon fired his twin bowguns, Emberstorm Crossfire, unleashing a barrage of crimson projectiles with deadly precision. Using Ashen Blitz, flames ignited from his boots, propelling him forward as he glided effortlessly across the ground, dodging the incoming fire.


    Yet, the automaton¡¯s green shield materialized with each of their strikes, deflecting the attacks. The automaton halted near the cargo, grabbing one of the crates and turning back¡ªjust as Drifter¡¯s Exalt Barrier finally faltered, breaking under the pressure of the relentless green projectiles. Forced to retreat, Drifter and Jaxon repositioned.


    As the automatons loaded the cargo onto the sky pirate ship, a sudden explosion shook the air. A violent tremor rattled beneath Drifter, the vibrations making it feel like the ship was about to crash. A high-pitched whine echoed, and red lights flooded the room.


    The sky pirate ships seemed to abandon Jaxon¡¯s ship.


    Jaxon let out a frustrated yell. ¡°The cargo! Damn it!¡±


    Without hesitation, he transformed into flames using Scorched Dash and leapt toward the enemy Skyship. Drifter followed, activating Exalt Shift. Soft blue particles enveloped him, and he reappeared just steps behind Jaxon aboard the enemy vessel. There, he saw a horde of sky pirates¡ªsome human, some humanoid beasts¡ªclad in tattered clothing, leather gloves, and high boots. They wielded a variety of weapons, ranging from swords to daggers and bowguns. Their attacks came at them in waves¡ªprojectiles, elemental strikes¡ªbut Drifter dodged and teleported, raising his barrier to shield against the barrage. Jaxon glided and evaded, each of them countering with precise slashes and shots until, finally, every pirate in the room collapsed to the ground, motionless.


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    Drifter and Jaxon pressed on, passing through door after door along the ship¡¯s long corridors. Then, they saw them¡ªpirates sprawled across the floor, motionless. No wounds, no signs of struggle.


    Drifter crouched, fingers pressing against a pirate¡¯s neck. ¡°They¡¯re dead,¡± he murmured, disbelief creeping into his voice.


    ¡°What the¡­ Who did this?¡± Jaxon asked, looking around at the fallen enemies in confusion.


    Continuing forward, they reached a large room with transparent walls revealing a serene night sky. More pirates lay lifeless on the floor. At the center of the room sat a man, rigid in a chair, his hands hovering over a glowing holographic console. His eyes were vacant, unblinking¡ªlifeless, yet his body remained upright.


    Jaxon approached, shaking the man¡¯s shoulders. "Hey! Wake up! What happened here? Hey!"


    Before an answer could come, Drifter noticed movement. A weathered book on the floor, hidden in the shadows, began to tremble. Shadowy hands emerged from the book, rushing toward them.


    Drifter lunged forward, slashing with his Exaltare. His blade sliced through the dark hands, shattering them instantly. The book fell silent but retained its malevolent aura.


    Suddenly, a wave of dark energy struck Drifter, slamming him into the transparent wall. His natural blue barrier flared briefly, absorbing most of the impact. Gritting his teeth, he rose to his feet, his eyes locking on the center of the room.


    A black-robed figure with a skull mask stood there. When Jaxon firing volley of flame projectiles toward the figure, but they were deflected by a dark energy shield conjured with a mere wave of the figure''s hand.


    "Who are you?!" Jaxon shouted, his voice filled with fury.


    The world around them suddenly shifted. The transparent walls dissolved, and the tranquil blue night was replaced by creeping green shadows that writhed like living fog. The fallen pirates began to rise, their bodies cloaked in darkness. Their eyes glowed red, their hands morphing into shadowy claws, and guttural growls filled the air like a chilling wind cutting through the silence.


    The creatures lunged, their claws slashing through the air. Drifter moved swiftly, guiding his blue energy swords to cut down the attackers. On the other side, Jaxon unleashed fiery projectiles, creating explosions that temporarily halted their advance.


    But the creatures kept coming, emerging from the shadows on the walls. Amid the chaos, the cursed book released more shadowy hands, while the masked figure raised its arms, summoning dark sigils that launched blasts of miasma with a thunderous roar.


    Drifter dodged nimbly, his eyes scanning the room.


    "We¡¯re leaving, Jaxon," he said, his voice low but firm.


    Jaxon nodded tightly, his fiery projectiles keeping the advancing creatures at bay.


    "This is way beyond us," he muttered, his breathing steady but strained.


    They sprinted toward the cargo hold, dodging attacks from every direction. Their breaths came in gasps as they finally reached a massive door. Drifter pressed a holographic button on its side.


    With a loud rumble, the door opened, revealing the vast, dark night outside. A cold wind rushed in, pulling at everything toward the emptiness.


    "Jump!" Drifter commanded firmly.


    They leapt into the freezing night air. Their bodies hovered momentarily before plunging into the icy water below. But their natural barrier shielded them as they plunged into the depths.


    Breaking the surface moments later, Drifter tapped his Lumina Core, activating the Emergency Rescue app. After a brief pause, sharp white lights pierced the sky. Drifter thought he had seen something similar in an Arcane Network database: a Vayu Krita-Class Corvette Skyship. Now, it hovered low above them, its oval shape with fins and dark green color blending with the night. Blue propulsion lights beneath it illuminated the water, creating glowing ripples.


    A deep, authoritative voice rang out from a megaphone.


    ¡°Do not move. Stay where you are.¡±


    Following the command, Drifter and Jaxon, their bodies weary, were lifted aboard by safety energy tethers. They were escorted into the ship and brought to a large room with transparent walls that displayed the quiet night sky.


    Inside, a burly man with a bear-like face sat in the command chair. His sharp eyes and green uniform radiated authority.


    ¡°Identify yourselves,¡± he demanded curtly.


    Drifter raised his hand, activating his Lumina Core to project his holographic ID. Beside him, Jaxon did the same, though his hands trembled slightly.


    After studying the holograms for a moment, the man nodded.


    ¡°Your identities are verified. Now explain what happened.¡±


    Drifter thought for a moment. There was no way he could tell the truth¡ªthat Jaxon was carrying mysterious cargo¡ªbut he had an idea. It was honest, but it concealed the full story.


    ¡°The mysterious ship attacked our crew during training. When we boarded it, we found only dead pirates. But then things changed¡ªa cursed book, a figure in a skull mask, and those pirates¡­ they came back to life as dark shadows. We had no choice but to jump to save ourselves.¡± he said firmly.


    The man furrowed his brow, listening intently. After a moment, he gave a slow nod.


    ¡°Our Vestra System detected four unidentified ships. One is missing; the other three are still being pursued. What do you suggest?¡±


    Drifter locked eyes with him.


    ¡°Destroy them as soon as you find them. Do not board, do not engage. Those ships¡­ are too dangerous.¡±


    The man was silent for a moment before issuing orders to his crew to transport them back. The journey to Nethia passed in silence. Drifter sat with a heavy mind, his gaze distant. He wanted to ask about Jaxon¡¯s cargo but decided to wait for the right moment.


    After landing at Nethia Terminal, Drifter and Jaxon thanked the Nusa Union Patrol and departed. They walked toward the city center in silence, their steps slow and heavy with thought.


    Midway through the journey, Drifter finally broke the silence.


    ¡°What was in that cargo, Jaxon?¡± Drifter asked.


    ¡°¡­ I¡¯m sorry¡­ The cargo¡­¡± Jaxon¡¯s voice faltered as he hesitated, his gaze pleading when he finally met Drifter¡¯s eyes. ¡°Please, don¡¯t report this. If I lose my job¡­ my sister¡­¡±


    Drifter¡¯s expression softened as he met Jaxon¡¯s gaze.


    ¡°Alright, but tell me the truth.¡±


    Jaxon sighed deeply again, his hands trembling as he stared at the ground.


    ¡°I¡­ took on side jobs¡­ smuggling goods via air,¡± he admitted quietly. ¡°This time, I got unlucky. They said it was just museum pieces for a private collection. When I checked, it was just antiques and old books¡­ or so I thought.¡±


    Drifter narrowed his eyes. ¡°Who hired you?¡± he asked.


    Jaxon retrieved a spare Lumina Core from his pouch, his fingers trembling slightly as he activated it. A soft blue light emanated, projecting a small hologram with detailed information.


    ¡°The name¡¯s Nills. But I¡¯m pretty sure it¡¯s an alias,¡± he said, his voice heavy.


    The hologram displayed a brief message:


    Sender: Nills


    To: Skyshade


    Task: Deliver museum items to the Nausyra Sea (Tap here for delivery location)


    Pickup Location: Verudia Region (Tap here for pickup location)


    Advance Payment: 10 million Vessite


    Completion Bonus: 100 million Vessite


    After a moment, Drifter handed the Lumina Core back to Jaxon, his mind racing. All he could remember was Jaxon¡¯s conversation with his sister, who no longer heard or spoke.


    Doubt crept in¡ªhad he been too cold? What if Jaxon really had lost everything? The thought of asking Jaxon to smuggle the device Mina had given him crossed his mind, to see what was inside¡­ but after holding the device in his suit pocket for a while, he hesitated. What if it was dangerous? What if uncovering its secret put their lives at risk?


    He sighed, returning his Lumina Core. ¡°As long as your work doesn¡¯t endanger us, I won¡¯t report it. But find a safer job. Your luck won¡¯t last forever.¡±


    Jaxon¡¯s face slowly lifted, a small, grateful smile spreading across it.


    ¡°Thank you, Drifter. I owe you¡­ for life,¡± he said, his voice quivering slightly.


    As they returned to the academy and residential complex, both Drifter and Jaxon said their goodbyes. Drifter then retired to his quarters, ending the day with a long sleep.


    The next morning, Drifter asked Luna for permission to enter the Archive Room, citing the previous mission and the enemies they encountered. Luna granted him permission, and the automated doors to the Archive Room opened with a soft hum, accompanied by the synthetic voice: Access granted.


    Inside, the space was grand and filled with black monoliths inscribed with glowing runes, standing in neat rows and exuding an air of mystery. At the center of the room, a softly glowing blue boxy Magisterial Console served as the focal point. Minimalist desks and chairs surrounded it, creating a stark contrast with the advanced technology of the space.


    Drifter sat before the console, his gloved fingers gliding over the smooth surface of the screen. A blue glow illuminated his serious expression. He typed Jaxon Virelli into the console, and a photo of him appeared. Beneath it, scrolling text provided a brief profile. Selecting the History option, the display shifted.


    This time, the screen revealed something more personal. Jaxon stood beside an older man, a faint smile on his face. Behind them was a small, dilapidated house¡ªsilent witness to their struggles. Below the image, red numbers scrolled rapidly: Virelli Family Debt, Foreclosure, Liquidation.


    Drifter took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. What caught his attention was a note at the bottom:


    Victim of the Scorchrift Gale that destroyed Trelmeth City.


    He tapped the report, and images of devastation filled the screen: rubble, scorched fields, and the ashes of a ruined city. As he scrolled through a list of victims, his eyes stopped at one name: Gianna Virelli.


    Drifter stared at the screen for a long moment, his breath steady but thoughtful. His mind churned over the weight of his thoughts.


    Ancient museum relics... suspicious. Is there a history I missed?


    He typed: Important History of Vesteria.


    The first screen of entries unfolded:


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    <li>Pre-Aurea Aetas Era (????): This era is shrouded in mystery. Legends speak of Guardian Beasts guiding life before written history began.</li>


    <li>Year 0 Aurea Aetas: The rise of the Holy Selvaria Empire, which subjugated various species to uphold the supremacy of the Silver and Golden Elves.</li>


    <li>18XX Aurea Aetas: The birth of the First Celestial Sentinel, the first Primordial to emerge from a non-Primordial species.</li>


    <li>1866 Aurea Aetas: The First Celestial Sentinel began freeing enslaved races from Selvaria''s dominion, bringing hope to all of Vesteria.</li>


    <li>1870 Aurea Aetas: The First Celestial Sentinel established a free settlement near Oridae¡ªnow known as Verm¡ªcreating a new life for those freed.</li>


    <li>1870¨C1920s Aurea Aetas: The Creator revealed sacred texts to the First Celestial Sentinel, who then founded the Faith Religion, based on teachings of love, justice, and freedom.</li>


    <li>1920s Aurea Aetas: The First Celestial Sentinel died under mysterious circumstances, weakening the morale and resolve of liberated settlements.</li>


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    Scrolling quickly, his eyes stopped on a specific line:


    "1070¨C1072 Ad Felicitas: The Cult of Shadronis Conflict¡ªa dangerous faction wielding dark artifacts and ancient powers, nearly bringing global destruction before being defeated by the Evocaier Order and global authorities."


    Cult of Shadronis Drifter thought, typing the name into the console.


    A new entry appeared:


    The Cult of Shadronis believed the world was corrupt and sinful. Their leader, Shadronis, claimed to be third Celestial Sentinel, sacred entity sent by the Creator to lead the world away from sin.


    Drifter¡¯s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening.The Third Sentinel? Nonsense.


    But his thoughts drifted to Jaxon and his mysterious cargo.


    Those items... could they be dark artifacts disguised as something else?


    He shut the console with a swift motion and stood. Without wasting time, he left the room, his steps resolute as he headed toward Friedrich¡¯s office. Drifter knocked on the door.


    ¡°Come in,¡± Friedrich¡¯s voice called from inside.


    Drifter entered and took a seat as Friedrich politely gestured toward the chair before his large desk, which was cluttered with scattered documents. Morning light streamed through the large window behind Friedrich, casting sharp contrasts across his serious expression.


    "I¡¯ve read your report, Drifter. Is there anything you¡¯d like to add?" Friedrich asked, his tone measured.


    Drifter took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. "Professor, could this incident be connected to the Cult of Shadronis?"


    Friedrich paused, his gaze falling to the desk. After a long moment, he exhaled heavily. "I don¡¯t think so, Drifter. The Cult of Shadronis has long been eradicated."


    Friedrich paused, rubbing his face slowly. They were just a group of dark mages with strange beliefs, attacking small villages while avoiding major cities. Without advanced technology, they relied entirely on dark magic. History likely exaggerated their threat to discourage others from following in their footsteps. But the stigma they left behind... it was devastating. Everyone associated with them was executed¡ªincluding children. It was a harsh decision, but at the time, it was seen as necessary."


    His voice lowered to a near whisper, his gaze distant as if reliving the past. "Many of them were just victims of circumstance. But the world never gave them a second chance."


    Drifter leaned forward slightly. "And what about the Cube, Professor? Could it be one of their artifacts?"


    Friedrich shook his head slowly. "If it truly were a Shadronis artifact, Grandmaster Amisha would recognize it. She led their suppression. Anything linked to them would be known to her."


    The room fell silent again. Friedrich leaned back in his chair, his gaze sharp. "But if you sense something wrong, trust your instincts, Drifter. Just don¡¯t act recklessly. This is a gray area¡ªdon¡¯t move without solid evidence."


    Drifter nodded."Thank you, Professor," he said before rising and leaving.


    Exiting the office, Drifter continued to ponder the connection between the cube, Shadornis, and its possible implications. His thoughts were interrupted by a vibration on his wrist. Glancing down, he saw a message on his Lumina Core¡ªa short note from Jaxon:


    ¡°Meet me at the cafeteria. I need to discuss something.¡±


    Without hesitation, Drifter replied:


    ¡°On my way.¡±


    Drifter instantly left the academic wings and made his way to the Training & Recreation Zone. As he arrived, the cafeteria¡ªa boxy, glassy building with some outdoor seating¡ªbuzzed with laughter and conversation. Rich aromas of spices filled the air from tables laden with food. In the corner, Jaxon sat at a table, waving energetically.


    Drifter approached, his steps steady, and sat down without ceremony.


    Jaxon, with his signature grin, gestured to the holo-menu on the table. ¡°What¡¯ll it be, boss? My treat.¡±


    Drifter raised an eyebrow. ¡°No need. If you¡¯re trying to bribe me, make it a billion Vessite. That¡¯s more tempting.¡±


    Jaxon burst into laughter, slapping the table. ¡°Hahaha! Who has that kind of money? Don¡¯t joke. Come on, let me thank you properly.¡±


    Drifter stared at him for a moment before relenting. ¡°Fine. If you insist.¡±


    Before they could order, Jaxon¡¯s Lumina Core chimed. He looked at it and smiled.


    "Ah, it¡¯s Gianna. My sister wants to talk. You okay with that?" Jaxon asked.


    Drifter nodded slightly. "Go ahead."


    Gianna¡¯s face appeared on the holographic screen¡ªshe had soft, wavy, shoulder-length brown hair and a cheerful expression.


    "Hi, Mr. Drifter. Thank you for watching over my reckless brother," her synthetic voice said as she typed.


    A faint smile crossed Drifter¡¯s face. He typed quickly, his tone dry. "Reckless is right."


    Jaxon peeked at the screen, feigning offense. "Wow! Even my sister roasts me now, huh?"


    Drifter paused, his gaze softening. He typed slowly, his message brief but meaningful. "Take care. Stay strong."


    Gianna¡¯s reply came almost instantly: "Thank you, Mr. Drifter. It means a lot to me."


    The cafeteria''s noise continued, but for a moment, the world seemed to pause. Jaxon stared at the screen longer than usual, his smile shifting into something more genuine. Removing his signature sunglasses, his brown eyes met Drifter¡¯s with rare sincerity.


    "Thanks again, Drifter. If you ever need anything, let me know," Jaxon said.


    Drifter looked at him calmly, one brow slightly raised. "Relax. By the way, unusual for you to ditch your shades."


    Jaxon chuckled. Drifter leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping across the lively cafeteria.


    For a brief moment, the tension of the cube, Mina¡¯s mysterious device, and the cult of Shadronis weighing on his thoughts seemed to lift.

 Chapter 14.5: Unseen Struggles Part II

    Continuing forward, they reached a large room with transparent walls revealing a serene night sky. More pirates lay lifeless on the floor. At the center of the room sat a man, rigid in a chair, his hands hovering over a glowing holographic console. His eyes were vacant, unblinking¡ªlifeless, yet his body remained upright.


    Jaxon approached, shaking the man¡¯s shoulders. "Hey! Wake up! What happened here? Hey!"


    Before an answer could come, Drifter noticed movement. A weathered book on the floor, hidden in the shadows, began to tremble. Shadowy hands emerged from the book, rushing toward them.


    Drifter lunged forward, slashing with his Exaltare. His blade sliced through the dark hands, shattering them instantly. The book fell silent but retained its malevolent aura.


    Suddenly, a wave of dark energy struck Drifter, slamming him into the transparent wall. His natural blue barrier flared briefly, absorbing most of the impact. Gritting his teeth, he rose to his feet, his eyes locking on the center of the room.


    A black-robed figure with a skull mask stood there. When Jaxon firing volley of flame projectiles toward the figure, but they were deflected by a dark energy shield conjured with a mere wave of the figure''s hand.


    "Who are you?!" Jaxon shouted, his voice filled with fury.


    The world around them suddenly shifted. The transparent walls dissolved, and the tranquil blue night was replaced by creeping green shadows that writhed like living fog. The fallen pirates began to rise, their bodies cloaked in darkness. Their eyes glowed red, their hands morphing into shadowy claws, and guttural growls filled the air like a chilling wind cutting through the silence.


    The creatures lunged, their claws slashing through the air. Drifter moved swiftly, guiding his blue energy swords to cut down the attackers. On the other side, Jaxon unleashed fiery projectiles, creating explosions that temporarily halted their advance.


    But the creatures kept coming, emerging from the shadows on the walls. Amid the chaos, the cursed book released more shadowy hands, while the masked figure raised its arms, summoning dark sigils that launched blasts of miasma with a thunderous roar.


    Drifter dodged nimbly, his eyes scanning the room.


    "We¡¯re leaving, Jaxon," he said, his voice low but firm.


    Jaxon nodded tightly, his fiery projectiles keeping the advancing creatures at bay.


    "This is way beyond us," he muttered, his breathing steady but strained.


    They sprinted toward the cargo hold, dodging attacks from every direction. Their breaths came in gasps as they finally reached a massive door. Drifter pressed a holographic button on its side.


    With a loud rumble, the door opened, revealing the vast, dark night outside. A cold wind rushed in, pulling at everything toward the emptiness.


    "Jump!" Drifter commanded firmly.


    They leapt into the freezing night air. Their bodies hovered momentarily before plunging into the icy water below. But their natural barrier shielded them as they plunged into the depths.


    Breaking the surface moments later, Drifter tapped his Lumina Core, activating the Emergency Rescue app. After a brief pause, sharp white lights pierced the sky. Drifter thought he had seen something similar in an Arcane Network database: a Vayu Krita-Class Corvette Skyship. Now, it hovered low above them, its oval shape with fins and dark green color blending with the night. Blue propulsion lights beneath it illuminated the water, creating glowing ripples.


    A deep, authoritative voice rang out from a megaphone.


    ¡°Do not move. Stay where you are.¡±


    Following the command, Drifter and Jaxon, their bodies weary, were lifted aboard by safety energy tethers. They were escorted into the ship and brought to a large room with transparent walls that displayed the quiet night sky.


    Inside, a burly man with a bear-like face sat in the command chair. His sharp eyes and green uniform radiated authority.


    ¡°Identify yourselves,¡± he demanded curtly.


    Drifter raised his hand, activating his Lumina Core to project his holographic ID. Beside him, Jaxon did the same, though his hands trembled slightly.


    After studying the holograms for a moment, the man nodded.


    ¡°Your identities are verified. Now explain what happened.¡±


    Drifter thought for a moment. There was no way he could tell the truth¡ªthat Jaxon was carrying mysterious cargo¡ªbut he had an idea. It was honest, but it concealed the full story.


    ¡°The mysterious ship attacked our crew during training. When we boarded it, we found only dead pirates. But then things changed¡ªa cursed book, a figure in a skull mask, and those pirates¡­ they came back to life as dark shadows. We had no choice but to jump to save ourselves.¡± he said firmly.


    The man furrowed his brow, listening intently. After a moment, he gave a slow nod.


    ¡°Our Vestra System detected four unidentified ships. One is missing; the other three are still being pursued. What do you suggest?¡±


    Drifter locked eyes with him.


    ¡°Destroy them as soon as you find them. Do not board, do not engage. Those ships¡­ are too dangerous.¡±


    The man was silent for a moment before issuing orders to his crew to transport them back. The journey to Nethia passed in silence. Drifter sat with a heavy mind, his gaze distant. He wanted to ask about Jaxon¡¯s cargo but decided to wait for the right moment.


    After landing at Nethia Terminal, Drifter and Jaxon thanked the Nusa Union Patrol and departed. They walked toward the city center in silence, their steps slow and heavy with thought.


    Midway through the journey, Drifter finally broke the silence.


    ¡°What was in that cargo, Jaxon?¡± Drifter asked.


    ¡°¡­ I¡¯m sorry¡­ The cargo¡­¡± Jaxon¡¯s voice faltered as he hesitated, his gaze pleading when he finally met Drifter¡¯s eyes. ¡°Please, don¡¯t report this. If I lose my job¡­ my sister¡­¡±


    Drifter¡¯s expression softened as he met Jaxon¡¯s gaze.


    ¡°Alright, but tell me the truth.¡±


    Jaxon sighed deeply again, his hands trembling as he stared at the ground.


    ¡°I¡­ took on side jobs¡­ smuggling goods via air,¡± he admitted quietly. ¡°This time, I got unlucky. They said it was just museum pieces for a private collection. When I checked, it was just antiques and old books¡­ or so I thought.¡±


    Drifter narrowed his eyes. ¡°Who hired you?¡± he asked.


    Jaxon retrieved a spare Lumina Core from his pouch, his fingers trembling slightly as he activated it. A soft blue light emanated, projecting a small hologram with detailed information.


    ¡°The name¡¯s Nills. But I¡¯m pretty sure it¡¯s an alias,¡± he said, his voice heavy.


    The hologram displayed a brief message:


    Sender: Nills


    To: Skyshade


    Task: Deliver museum items to the Nausyra Sea (Tap here for delivery location)


    Pickup Location: Verudia Region (Tap here for pickup location)


    The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.


    Advance Payment: 10 million Vessite


    Completion Bonus: 100 million Vessite


    After a moment, Drifter handed the Lumina Core back to Jaxon, his mind racing. All he could remember was Jaxon¡¯s conversation with his sister, who no longer heard or spoke.


    Doubt crept in¡ªhad he been too cold? What if Jaxon really had lost everything? The thought of asking Jaxon to smuggle the device Mina had given him crossed his mind, to see what was inside¡­ but after holding the device in his suit pocket for a while, he hesitated. What if it was dangerous? What if uncovering its secret put their lives at risk?


    He sighed, returning his Lumina Core. ¡°As long as your work doesn¡¯t endanger us, I won¡¯t report it. But find a safer job. Your luck won¡¯t last forever.¡±


    Jaxon¡¯s face slowly lifted, a small, grateful smile spreading across it.


    ¡°Thank you, Drifter. I owe you¡­ for life,¡± he said, his voice quivering slightly.


    As they returned to the academy and residential complex, both Drifter and Jaxon said their goodbyes. Drifter then retired to his quarters, ending the day with a long sleep.


    The next morning, Drifter asked Luna for permission to enter the Archive Room, citing the previous mission and the enemies they encountered. Luna granted him permission, and the automated doors to the Archive Room opened with a soft hum, accompanied by the synthetic voice: Access granted.


    Inside, the space was grand and filled with black monoliths inscribed with glowing runes, standing in neat rows and exuding an air of mystery. At the center of the room, a softly glowing blue boxy Magisterial Console served as the focal point. Minimalist desks and chairs surrounded it, creating a stark contrast with the advanced technology of the space.


    Drifter sat before the console, his gloved fingers gliding over the smooth surface of the screen. A blue glow illuminated his serious expression. He typed Jaxon Virelli into the console, and a photo of him appeared. Beneath it, scrolling text provided a brief profile. Selecting the History option, the display shifted.


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    Scorchrift Gale that devastated his hometown, Trelmeth Town, he tapped the report, and images of destruction filled the screen: rubble, scorched fields, and the ashes of a ruined city. As he scrolled through the list of victims, his gaze settled on one name¡ªGianna Virelli.


    This time, the screen revealed something more personal. Jaxon was shown standing beside an older man, a faint smile on his face. Behind them, a small, dilapidated house stood as a silent witness to their struggles. Below the image, red numbers scrolled rapidly, detailing the Virelli family''s debt, foreclosure, and the liquidation of their farm business.


    Drifter narrowed his eyes at the screen, his thoughts heavy. So that¡¯s how it is¡­ He wasn¡¯t lying. Poor guy.


    He stared at the screen for a long moment before shifting his focus. Now, he had to search for any clues about the skull-faced enemy.


    Ancient museum relics... suspicious. Is there a history I missed?


    He typed: Important History of Vesteria.


    The first screen of entries unfolded:


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    <li>Pre-Aurea Aetas Era (????): This era is shrouded in mystery. Legends speak of Guardian Beasts guiding life before written history began.</li>


    <li>Year 0 Aurea Aetas: The rise of the Holy Selvaria Empire, which subjugated various species to uphold the supremacy of the Silver and Golden Elves.</li>


    <li>18XX Aurea Aetas: The birth of the First Celestial Sentinel, the first Primordial to emerge from a non-Primordial species.</li>


    <li>1866 Aurea Aetas: The First Celestial Sentinel began freeing enslaved races from Selvaria''s dominion, bringing hope to all of Vesteria.</li>


    <li>1870 Aurea Aetas: The First Celestial Sentinel established a free settlement near Oridae¡ªnow known as Verm¡ªcreating a new life for those freed.</li>


    <li>1870¨C1920s Aurea Aetas: The Creator revealed sacred texts to the First Celestial Sentinel, who then founded the Faith Religion, based on teachings of love, justice, and freedom.</li>


    <li>1920s Aurea Aetas: The First Celestial Sentinel died under mysterious circumstances, weakening the morale and resolve of liberated settlements.</li>


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    Scrolling quickly, his eyes stopped on a specific line:


    "1070¨C1072 Ad Felicitas: The Cult of Shadronis Conflict¡ªa dangerous faction wielding dark artifacts and ancient powers, nearly bringing global destruction before being defeated by the Evocaier Order and global authorities."


    Cult of Shadronis Drifter thought, typing the name into the console.


    A new entry appeared:


    The Cult of Shadronis believed the world was corrupt and sinful. Their leader, Shadronis, claimed to be third Celestial Sentinel, sacred entity sent by the Creator to lead the world away from sin.


    Drifter¡¯s eyes narrowed.The Third Sentinel? Nonsense.


    But his thoughts drifted to Jaxon and his mysterious cargo.


    Those items... could they be dark artifacts disguised as something else?


    He shut the console with a swift motion and stood. Without wasting time, he left the room, his steps resolute as he headed toward Friedrich¡¯s office. Drifter knocked on the door.


    ¡°Come in,¡± Friedrich¡¯s voice called from inside.


    Drifter entered and took a seat as Friedrich politely gestured toward the chair before his large desk, which was cluttered with scattered documents. Morning light streamed through the large window behind Friedrich, casting sharp contrasts across his serious expression.


    "I¡¯ve read your report, Drifter. Is there anything you¡¯d like to add?" Friedrich asked.


    Drifter took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. "Professor, could this incident be connected to the Cult of Shadronis?"


    Friedrich paused, his gaze falling to the desk. After a long moment, he exhaled heavily. "I don¡¯t think so, Drifter. The Cult of Shadronis has long been eradicated."


    Friedrich paused, rubbing his face slowly. They were just a group of dark mages with strange beliefs, attacking small villages while avoiding major cities. Without advanced technology, they relied entirely on dark magic. History likely exaggerated their threat to discourage others from following in their footsteps. But the stigma they left behind... it was devastating. Everyone associated with them was executed¡ªincluding children. It was a harsh decision, but at the time, it was seen as necessary."


    His voice lowered to a near whisper, his gaze distant as if reliving the past. "Many of them were just victims of circumstance. But the world never gave them a second chance."


    Drifter leaned forward slightly. "And what about the Cube, Professor? Could it be one of their artifacts?"


    Friedrich shook his head slowly. "If it truly were a Shadronis artifact, Grandmaster Amisha would recognize it. She led their suppression. Anything linked to them would be known to her."


    The room fell silent again. Friedrich leaned back in his chair, his gaze sharp. "But if you sense something wrong, trust your instincts, Drifter. Just don¡¯t act recklessly. This is a gray area¡ªdon¡¯t move without solid evidence."


    Drifter nodded."Thank you, Professor," he said before rising and leaving.


    Exiting the office, Drifter continued to ponder the connection between the cube, Shadornis, and its possible implications. His thoughts were interrupted by a vibration on his wrist. Glancing down, he saw a message on his Lumina Core¡ªa short note from Jaxon:


    ¡°Meet me at the cafeteria. I need to discuss something.¡±


    Without hesitation, Drifter replied:


    ¡°On my way.¡±


    Drifter instantly left the academic wings and made his way to the Training & Recreation Zone. As he arrived, the cafeteria¡ªa boxy, glassy building with some outdoor seating¡ªbuzzed with laughter and conversation. Rich aromas of spices filled the air from tables laden with food. In the corner, Jaxon sat at a table, waving energetically.


    Drifter approached, his steps steady, and sat down without ceremony.


    Jaxon, with his signature grin, gestured to the holo-menu on the table. ¡°What¡¯ll it be, boss? My treat.¡±


    Drifter raised an eyebrow. ¡°No need. If you¡¯re trying to bribe me, make it a billion Vessite. That¡¯s more tempting.¡±


    Jaxon burst into laughter, slapping the table. ¡°Hahaha! Who has that kind of money? Don¡¯t joke. Come on, let me thank you properly.¡±


    Drifter stared at him for a moment before relenting. ¡°Fine. If you insist.¡±


    Before they could order, Jaxon¡¯s Lumina Core chimed. He looked at it and smiled.


    "Ah, it¡¯s Gianna. My sister wants to talk. You okay with that?" Jaxon asked.


    Drifter nodded slightly. "Go ahead."


    Gianna¡¯s face appeared on the holographic screen¡ªshe had soft, wavy, shoulder-length brown hair and a cheerful expression.


    "Hi, Mr. Drifter. Thank you for watching over my reckless brother," her synthetic voice said as she typed.


    A faint smile crossed Drifter¡¯s face. He typed quickly, his tone dry. "Reckless is right."


    Jaxon peeked at the screen, feigning offense. "Wow! Even my sister roasts me now, huh?"


    Drifter paused, his gaze softening. He typed slowly, his message brief but meaningful. "Take care. Stay strong."


    Gianna¡¯s reply came almost instantly: "Thank you, Mr. Drifter. It means a lot to me."


    The cafeteria''s noise continued, but for a moment, the world seemed to pause. Jaxon stared at the screen longer than usual, his smile shifting into something more genuine. Removing his signature sunglasses, his brown eyes met Drifter¡¯s with rare sincerity.


    "Thanks again, Drifter. If you ever need anything, let me know," Jaxon said.


    Drifter looked at him calmly, one brow slightly raised. "Relax. By the way, unusual for you to ditch your shades."


    Jaxon chuckled. Drifter leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping across the lively cafeteria.


    For a brief moment, the tension of the cube, Mina¡¯s mysterious device, and the cult of Shadronis weighing on his thoughts seemed to lift.

 Chapter 15: Frontier of Friendship

    Drifter moved through his morning routine with practiced ease, his gaze falling on the book Luna Sabriel had given him. Today marked his final Alcherider session¡ªhe''d grown confident enough to navigate the streets independently.


    Luna greeted him with her characteristic unreadable expression. In the simulation room, she gestured for him to sit beside her, directing his attention to the simulated street ahead. The controls felt natural now, far simpler than the rune-control sticks of his past. Everything responded to intuitive hand movements: circular motions to turn, swipes for lane changes, push-pull for speed control, and a palm-down gesture for braking. Though the vehicle could operate autonomously, Drifter preferred manual control.


    Their session was interrupted when Alina burst in, searching for Lorcan, Sloane, and Reine¡ªthey''d skipped class. The group''s investigation led them to Alma, who mentioned overhearing talk of a bet. The trio had been challenged to kill the sealed Grimwarden Revenant in Urendha Cave.


    Drifter noticed Alma''s usual cheerfulness had dimmed, her smile faint. Even Nadia, her constant companion, was absent. They''d grown apart, each drawn into different circles and activities. The observation stirred something in Drifter¡ªwhat had changed between them?


    Alina''s expression darkened as she explained the stakes: breaking the seal would unleash an undead horde. Without hesitation, Drifter, Alina, Jaxon, and Luna rushed to the cave, dread coiling in Drifter''s chest.


    Deep within, surrounded by purple runes etched into stone walls, they found the trio¡ªalive, but barely. Battered and trembling, they faced an army of ghostly, skeletal creatures. The seal was broken.


    Drifter materialize Exaltare, his dark gray sword along with spectral swords as blue projectiles erupted from his left hand, cutting through the undead. Alina¡¯s ice greatsword cleaved through their ranks with deadly precision, while Luna¡¯s ice magic froze enemies in place. Jaxon¡¯s twin bowguns unleashed a relentless storm of crimson projectiles, striking down any creature that moved.


    The undead retaliated with blasts of dark miasma, slashing strikes of shadowed energy, and raking claws. Overseeing them all was the Grimwarden Revenant¡ªa towering beast of blackened bone and armor, its void-dark skull exuding an eerie presence.


    As the team closed in on the revenant, its minions fought with relentless fury. The revenants cleaved through the battlefield with their greatsword, dark energy surging through their blades with lethal force, sending out devastating shockwaves.


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    The battle raged on until Drifter¡¯s sword struck its head, Jaxon¡¯s explosive shot detonated, Alina¡¯s powerful ice cleave tore through its form, and Luna¡¯s frost blast struck all at once¡ªbringing the Grimwarden Revenant crashing down.


    Relief flooded Drifter only when he confirmed the trio''s survival, but anger quickly followed. Alina''s voice cut sharp and furious, her words heavy with disappointment. For the first time, Drifter felt genuine rage toward them. The situation echoed his time with the Order, where survival was paramount. Risking lives for a meaningless bet seemed beyond comprehension.


    "We''re sorry," they apologized, voices laced with remorse. Yet doubt lingered. While Reine appeared to have simply followed along, Lorcan admitted he and Sloane had initiated the bet. But were they truly repentant?


    That night, Drifter lay awake, fingers curling against his sheets. Had he truly adapted to this era? The emotions churning in his chest¡ªworry, anger, relief¡ªfelt foreign yet familiar. When he''d thought they might die, fear had gripped him. Their safety brought relief. Yet anger persisted, keeping sleep at bay until exhaustion finally claimed him.


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    As he woke up and went through his morning routine, preparing to head outside, he glanced at the calendar¡ª28th Avesia, the fifth month. Ascension Day.


    Stepping outside, he found the academy grounds eerily silent, save for the distant prayers drifting through the air, commemorating the First Celestial Sentinel¡¯s escape from Celestria¡ªthe day she freed countless slaves from the grasp of the Holy Empire of Selvaria.


    Curious about the city''s celebrations, Drifter headed to the alcherider parking lot. In the courtyard, he spotted Reine and Vaeloria on a garden bench, surrounded by vibrant flowers and oval-shaped automatons. Their conversation drew his attention.


    "I don''t know what I would''ve done without you," Vaeloria murmured.


    "I-It''s no problem, Ria. If you''re not feeling well, I can take over again," Reine replied.


    "Thank you so much, Reine. I''m really sorry... you''re a lifesaver," Vaeloria sighed.


    Just as Drifter was about to greet them, a familiar voice cut through the air.


    "Not feeling well again? Funny... I saw you at the mall yesterday. You looked perfectly fine," Lorcan said, his tone sharp as he moved toward Reine and Vaeloria.


    Vaeloria''s expression tensed slightly, but she kept her voice light. "Don''t go making wild accusations. I was at home resting all day."


    "How convenient. You get sick just in time for the city''s big sale," Lorcan scoffed.


    "W-Wait, she was at the mall? But... I thought..." Reine hesitated.


    "That''s so mean! I really was sick. I wanted to go to school, but... what else could I do?" Vaeloria protested.


    "Hah, just an excuse. Next time, I''ll snap a photo," Lorcan muttered.


    "It''s fine. I''ll take care of it," Reine said softly.


    "See? Reine doesn''t mind. Thanks a lot, Reine. Bye!" Vaeloria waved, her steps graceful as she walked toward the exit. She spotted Drifter, winked playfully, and waved. "Bye~"


    Drifter only nodded, then looked at Reine. The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air.


    Lorcan sighed, grabbing a handful of seedlings. "Man, I came here on my day off to back you up, and you let her off that easily?"


    "You didn''t have to, Lorcan. Sorry... you should just go home," Reine said, using telekinesis to prepare the soil.


    "Come on, stop treating me like a stranger. I''ll help." Lorcan knelt beside him. "You''re way too nice, Reine. If you keep this up, people will just take advantage of you."


    "Sorry... I didn''t mean to trouble you," Reine murmured.


    Drifter observed quietly. Reine often trailed behind Lorcan and Sloane, always eager to help¡ªbut there was a weight to him, something unspoken.


    As Drifter approached, Lorcan glanced up. "Oh... thanks again for yesterday. And... sorry," he said, unusually serious.


    It was unexpected. Lorcan usually joked around or threw out a casual "old man." This was different¡ªwas he genuinely reflecting on what happened?


    "It''s fine. Just don''t do it again," Drifter replied with a faint smile.


    As they finished up, Lorcan offered to guide him around the city as thanks for yesterday, proudly extending the invitation. Seeing his enthusiasm, Drifter gave a small nod.


    They made their way to the underground parking lot, where Drifter mounted his Alcherider Zenith, with Reine and Lorcan joining him. Lorcan mentioned casually that his alcherider was still in repair from yesterday''s crash, though whether he was joking remained unclear.


    "Mind if we stop by Sloane''s place first?" Lorcan asked.


    Drifter agreed. As they reached Nethia City, he noticed it seemed quieter than usual due to the holiday. Only the distant echoes of prayers filled the air as groups in white robes headed to the faith temples to pray to the Creator. The revelation that Sloane''s family managed the Nethia Faith Grand Temple had surprised him.


    The grand temple near the academy bustled with white-robed worshippers, their prayers resonating through the air. Drifter found himself in awe of the crystalline spire gleaming under the sunlight. Inside, he studied the intricate wall carvings while cool air surrounded them, and colored light from stained glass windows danced across the shining floor.


    A short-haired man in white approached them in the main worship area. Lorcan''s familiar interaction with him revealed he was Alan Gast, Sloane''s father. When Alan offered them a chance to pray to the Creator, they accepted. Drifter wondered how long it had been since he''d last prayed in a temple¡ªsurely before Paxluma''s fall.


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    Sloane''s arrival was marked by widened eyes at seeing them all gathered. After Lorcan''s invitation, he turned to his father.


    "See you later, old man," Sloane said, giving Alan a quick wave and light kiss on the hand.


    Alan shook his head affectionately. "Take care, noodle."


    As they headed for the door, Sloane glanced at Drifter. "What''s the special occasion? Even you''re coming along, Drifter?"


    "Got bored. Thought I''d tag along," Drifter replied.


    Lorcan shot a teasing look at Reine. "Look at him talking like a normal person now. Remember when he sounded like a wind-up automaton?"


    Reine''s soft chuckle carried from behind.


    Their city tour continued with Lorcan as guide. The Central District''s official atmosphere was marked by government buildings, the academy, hospitals, and an unexplored central park. The Nethia Grand Hall stood out with its intricate design contrasting the surrounding geometric structures.


    When Lorcan mentioned the area''s reservation for the upcoming city festival, Drifter merely nodded.


    Downtown featured shorter buildings than the Central District, with more billboards and cafes sporting cute maid automatons. People crossed through X-shaped intersections, and the area blended residential apartments with commercial and entertainment spaces.


    The residential district, Tranquil Grove, teemed with life¡ªpet owners walking their companions amid geometrically diverse buildings and abundant greenery. Lorcan proudly indicated his unkempt two-story home, which looked long-uninhabited. They passed the garden-encircled Natura Feld Complex before reaching Eirda Terrace, where luxurious homes reminded Drifter of Friedrich''s residence.


    Skipping Reine''s district for later, they entered the Commercial and Entertainment District. It resembled downtown but featured both outdoor and indoor structures, with the Eirda River flowing through and metallic bridges spanning it. The district housed various facilities: gyms, pools, theaters, and sports venues including Spectra duel arenas, Evoball arenas, and Alcherider tracks. At Nethia Mall, Lorcan and Sloane playfully debated between watching Zero-G ball or racing.


    Checking his Lumina Core¡ª14:14¡ªDrifter glanced at the quiet Reine, whose calm expression prompted him to wonder how someone so reserved fit so naturally with the group.


    "What if Reine picked?" Drifter suggested.


    After Lorcan and Sloane''s agreement, Reine hesitated before suggesting, "Eh... how about we go to my place? It''s getting late."


    "Alright! Let''s play Spectra!" Lorcan exclaimed enthusiastically.


    Sloane covered his ears, either joking or genuinely bothered by Lorcan''s volume. Despite his unfamiliarity with Spectra, Drifter nodded as they headed to Reine''s house.


    In Halcyon Heights, Drifter parked in the public lot. The district''s rectangular homes varied only in minor details, its atmosphere reminiscent of Tranquil Grove. Reine''s two-story house featured a small balcony overlooking a tidy garden.


    A petite young girl with pointy ears and golden twin ponytails greeted them at the door. "Mama! Reine is home! And..." she called, glancing behind her before looking back. "Oh... there''s Sloane and Lorcan. And... uh...?"


    Inside, they met Reine''s mother, a woman with pointy ears, golden bobbed hair, and green eyes who studied Drifter curiously. White walls displayed family photos of Reine, Reina, the little girl, a blue-fringed bearded man, and Reine''s mother, while furniture and flowers decorated the space.


    "And who might you be?" Reine''s mother inquired.


    "This is Drifter, Mom. He''s an Order member stationed at the academy," Reine explained.


    "Good afternoon, ma''am," Drifter said with a small bow.


    "A pleasure to meet you. You seem much more mature than these two," she remarked, gesturing toward Lorcan and Sloane.


    Reine''s room welcomed them with blue and white wallpaper, stacks of books, photos, and various colored magisterial consoles. As Reine activated one console, a large holographic display flickered to life.


    "Ever played Spectra before, Drifter?" Lorcan teased.


    "No," Drifter replied simply.


    "Watch us first, old man," Lorcan smirked. "Let''s do 2v2! Reine''s with me!"


    "Alright, give me a sec," Reine said, focused on the console.


    "I''m sitting this one out. My money''s on you two losing," Sloane commented lazily.


    "Oh, just wait. When we win, you''re gonna owe us big time!" Lorcan retorted.


    The screen transformed into a blue-hued virtual arena resembling a simulation nexus. Lorcan and Reine appeared virtually, facing two female opponents across a volcanic landscape. As they summoned creatures and cast spells, their summoned beings clashed with explosive force.


    "What are they even playing? Leading an army? It feels more like a tactical simulation," Drifter mused.


    "Pretty much. It''s a mix of strategy and combat. You summon creatures, cast spells, and use five Hero Cards to crush your opponents. Matches can be 1v1, 2v2, or even 3v3 if you''re up for it," Sloane explained.


    Drifter observed Reine''s precise movements and deliberate decisions. When Reine''s turn came, his floating orb¡ªuniquely glowing in yellow-black-black sequence¡ªshattered instantly. A surge of energy manifested a blue phoenix.


    "Solth, the Searwind Archon, attack!" Reine commanded.


    The phoenix''s direct strike secured their victory, prompting Lorcan''s celebratory leap. "Yes! Rank up, finally!"


    "''We''? Let''s be real, Reine carried you," Sloane laughed.


    "Hey, my ''fake losing'' strategy was genius," Lorcan grinned.


    "Sure, let''s go with that," Reine smirked faintly, carefully packing his Hero Cards.


    "Alright, big shot. Let''s see what you''ve got in a Friendly Match," Sloane challenged.


    "Fine! Just don''t start crying when I win," Lorcan replied dramatically.


    Drifter''s attention drifted to photos in the corner¡ªyoung Reine with Vaeloria at Eldoria Public School, and a more recent graduation photo with Lorcan and Sloane at Nethia Public School. The evident history between Reine and Vaeloria contrasted sharply with their current distant dynamic.


    That evening, dinner passed peacefully, accompanied only by silverware clinking and home-cooked aromas. As they departed, golden sunset light bathed Nethia City''s streets.


    "Thanks for the invite, Reine. Dinner was great," Sloane said.


    "Thank you for having me. It was... a good evening," Drifter added.


    "Thanks, Reine! That was awesome. Let''s do it again soon," Lorcan chimed in.


    "Yeah. Take care, guys," Reine responded.


    "The old man''s hooked on Spectra. He just won''t admit it," Lorcan teased.


    "Oh, of course, Master Lorcan. Teach me your legendary ways," Drifter smirked.


    "Master? More like the master of losing streaks," Sloane countered.


    After declining Drifter''s offer for a ride, Lorcan and Sloane waved goodbye. Later, lying in bed, Drifter smiled faintly at the ceiling. Living here isn''t so bad at all, he thought before drifting off.


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    The next morning''s academy message jarred Drifter from sleep:


    From: Academy


    To: Drifter, Lorcan, Sloane, Reine, Vaeloria


    Subject: Frontier Outpost Shift Schedule ¨C 30th Avesia (5th Month) ¨C 6th Ingrith (6th Month)


    His eyes narrowed as he read the message. The Frontier Outpost¡ªthe boundary to Area Zero. This might be his chance to gather intelligence, to see what lay beyond the borders they''d kept him from. Might be best to scout there, he thought.


    Drifter went through his morning routine, meticulously preparing for the day ahead at the academy. As he crossed the courtyard, he spotted Lorcan, Sloane, and Reine walking together. They waved him over, their faces brightening at his approach.


    "Drifter! Over here!" Lorcan called out.


    He joined them, falling into step as they bantered about the upcoming mission. Lorcan and Sloane joked as always, their laughter carrying across the courtyard.


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    "How about a free lunch if Ria skips again?" Sloane said, nudging Lorcan with her elbow.


    "Not taking that bet," Lorcan replied with a chuckle. "That''s practically guaranteed."


    Reine smiled softly but said nothing, his eyes occasionally darting to Drifter, gauging his reactions.


    The conversation flowed easily until Lorcan suddenly stopped, exchanging a conspiratorial glance with the others.


    "Hey, Drifter," he said, voice dropping to a whisper. "Want to see something cool? Our secret spot."


    "Are you skipping class?" Drifter asked, raising an eyebrow.


    Sloane laughed. "No, we just want to show you something quickly. Won''t take long."


    Curiosity piqued, Drifter followed as they led him toward the research center garden. Behind the neatly trimmed hedges stood an abandoned building, its stone walls covered in ivy and moss. Despite its dilapidated appearance, Drifter could see signs of recent use¡ªcleared pathways, a makeshift door that hung properly on its hinges.


    "Welcome to base camp," Lorcan announced proudly, sweeping his arm in a grand gesture. "We claimed this place last term. Nobody comes here but us."


    "Our own little sanctuary from academy politics," Sloane added, leaning against the doorframe.


    Drifter nodded and offered a smile that didn''t quite reach his eyes. It was a good hiding spot, he had to admit. Useful, perhaps, for his own purposes later.


    As they made their way back to the academic Wings, Drifter spotted a lone figure beneath a sprawling oak in the Research Center Garden. Luna sat with her back against the trunk, speaking into the holographic interface of her lumina core. He started to approach her, to offer a greeting, when her words reached him.


    "Don''t worry, Grandmaster... I''ll update the report if he shows any change."


    Drifter froze mid-step, his expression hardening. There was no doubt who "he" referred to. The warmth that had begun to build within him over the past days instantly crystallized into ice.


    So that''s how it is, he thought bitterly. All this time... she just grandmaster pawn, even now, they still see me as a threat. This isn''t a home¡ªit''s a prison.


    His fists clenched at his sides as suspicion gnawed at him.


    I almost let my guard down...


    Was all this kindness merely an elaborate trap to keep him here, docile and contained? His teeth gritted with determination. Whatever it took, he had to reach Paxluma. That hadn''t changed. Nothing had changed.


    Drifter turned away without greeting Luna, his face a careful mask as he rejoined the others. But the transformation hadn''t gone unnoticed. Lorcan and Sloane''s laughter died the moment they saw his expression.


    The two exchanged worried glances. Sloane subtly shook her head, while Lorcan shrugged slightly as if to say, "How should I know?"


    Only Reine remained perfectly still, his eyes carefully studying Drifter. He recognized the shift immediately¡ªthe way he carried himself, the distance in his eyes. In a matter of moments, the person who had begun to warm to them had vanished, replaced by the stranger who had first arrived at their academy.

 Chapter 16: Distance Between Us

    Vaeloria lay in bed in her downtown apartment, nestled deep in the heart of the central district. The entire room¡ªwalls, floors, and decor¡ªwas bathed in warm peach tones, creating a striking contrast against its modern design. Around her, bags from her collection were scattered haphazardly, but her mind wasn''t on them. It was stuck on the message she had seen earlier.


    Shift duty at Frontier Outpost¡­ Seriously? Ugh. No way to swap this one¡­


    A wave of anxiety crept in, causing her stomach to tighten. The Lumina Core on her wrist chimed softly. She tapped it and saw a message from Drifter.


    "Meet at the underground parking lot today at 13:00."


    She exhaled deeply, feeling the weight of obligation pressing down on her.


    Vaeloria stayed in bed until 12:58 before finally typing a reply.


    Ahh, my bad! Running a bit late¡ªgot caught up with something in the city, hehehe. I''ll head straight to the translocator. Thanks a bunch!


    Dragging herself upright, she moved to the mirror with reluctant steps. As she stared at her reflection, a troubling thought surfaced.


    Why did I even join the Evocaier Order?


    She had thought it would be exciting. Cool. Something to be proud of, something that would make the people back home admire her.


    But now¡­


    This is just like when I joined the Eldoria Rangers... she thought, biting her lip.


    The national defense force of Eldoria¡ªexperts in forest navigation. It had felt like the right choice back then, too.


    Shaking the thought away, she got ready, slipping on her favorite brown-and-gold Levana bag. With heavy steps, she left her apartment, her mind still clouded with regret and uncertainty.


    As she rode the public skyrail toward the city outskirts, Vaeloria made her way to the translocator. After what felt like an eternity, she finally arrived to meet them¡ªDrifter, Lorcan, Reine, and Sloane were waiting, their expressions a mixture of impatience and amusement.


    Sorry I''m late, she said, wincing as she shifted her weight. If I can''t help much later, my leg''s acting up.


    Yeah, yeah, I''ve heard that one before, Lorcan replied with a knowing smirk.


    How about we ditch her for once? Fair''s fair, Sloane chimed in, grinning broadly.


    You''re so mean! Vaeloria shot back, forcing a laugh. Good thing Reine isn''t like you two. She looked at him with a bright smile. Right, Reine? You''re always so kind to me.


    Reine''s cheeks flushed at her words, and he quickly looked away, his gaze darting to the ground.


    See? Ria''s already stealing Reine''s heart, Lorcan teased, nudging Reine with his elbow.


    She''s a pro at it, Sloane added with a wink.


    Vaeloria turned her attention to Drifter, who had remained silent throughout their exchange. Without a word, he activated the translocator. A holographic monolith of obsidian appeared before them, its surface shimmering with arcane symbols. After a few presses, a deep blue light enveloped them, and the familiar sights and sounds of Nethia City vanished in a flash of dazzling brilliance.


    When the light faded, she found herself standing in a misty landscape. Towering trees loomed around them, their shapes obscured by the curling fog. Among them, several large, rectangular, dark blue metallic golems hovered silently, twin cannons jutting from their sides.


    Her gaze shifted to the massive gray fortress ahead. It loomed like a shadowed monolith, its towering turrets and unyielding steel gate standing as an impenetrable barrier against the wilderness beyond.


    At the outpost, they passed through the identity inspection with ease. Vaeloria watched as Drifter walked slowly toward the edge of a balcony, his eyes fixed on the dark sky hovering over the barren lands of Area Zero. He stood still, his posture rigid, as if lost in thought.


    "What''s wrong, Drifter?" Reine asked softly, his voice barely audible above the ambient sounds of the outpost.


    Drifter didn''t turn, his eyes still fixed on the view.


    "Nothing," he replied flatly, before facing the others. "We''re patrolling Whispering Woods at 16.00."


    Vaeloria and the others nodded and headed to their assigned rooms. As she walked, she glanced back¡ªDrifter was still staring at the dark sky over Area Zero, his expression unreadable.


    Her room was simple. Just a bed, neat but not her taste. At least she could rest, though there were still over two hours left before their patrol. The stark functionality of the space made her long for the comfort of her peach-toned apartment.


    By afternoon, they gathered at the massive gate. Without much talk, they moved toward the entrance of Whispering Woods, sticking to the right side of the path.


    "Let''s go," Drifter said, his tone leaving no room for objection.


    Vaeloria''s pulse quickened as they approached the forest''s edge. She glanced at Reine¡ªhe looked nervous. Meanwhile, Lorcan and Sloane strolled casually, their chatter breaking the uneasy silence that had settled over the group.


    Inside, thick fog cloaked the forest, shrouding the tall, motionless trees. The air was damp, filled with distant bird calls and the hum of insects. Leaves crunched softly underfoot as they advanced. Faint sunlight pierced through the dense canopy, creating dappled patterns on the forest floor.


    It reminded her of home. The forest she hated most. She swallowed hard, trying to push away the memories that threatened to surface.


    "Back here again? Getting boring after a while," Lorcan muttered, kicking at a small stone in his path.


    "Better than listening to a boring seminar," Sloane replied with a shrug.


    "Did you see that? The tree moved," Reine said, his voice tense with apprehension.


    Vaeloria stayed silent. Back in Eldoria, some trees weren''t just trees¡ªthey were monsters. She didn''t know if the same was true here. This was her first time patrolling, and the thing she had always avoided was finally happening.


    They moved forward. The fog thickened. The trees grew denser. Soon, they reached a fork¡ªthree narrow paths leading in different directions.


    "We''ve arrived. I''ll take the northern route. Sloane, you and Lorcan go east. Reine, Vaeloria, take the west path," Drifter ordered, his tone brooking no argument.


    "Meet at the outpost by sunset. Stay alert," he added, his expression grave.


    "Got it, boss!" Lorcan grinned, giving a mock salute.


    "Take care, everyone. It''s okay to be late, as long as we''re safe," Sloane said, his usual playfulness replaced by genuine concern.


    Drifter glanced at Vaeloria and Reine for a moment, then turned away without another word.


    Vaeloria took a deep breath and stepped toward the west path, her heart hammering in her chest.


    As she walked, the fog surrounded her, and a sharp headache hit her with unexpected force. Her stomach churned as well, nausea rising in waves. She briefly closed her eyes and looked at Reine, who was slightly trembling beside her. She held her breath, trying to steady herself, but the nausea couldn''t be held back. Slowly, she moved closer to Reine, her face growing paler by the second.


    I can''t take it... I... feel bad for Reine, really... but there''s nothing I can do...


    "Reine... sorry... can I go back first? I''m feeling sick... my head hurts..." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.


    Reine looked at her, concern evident in his eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he nodded.


    "It''s fine, Ria. I can manage alone," he said, offering a reassuring smile that didn''t quite reach his eyes.


    "Thanks, Reine... sorry again..." she replied, guilt already gnawing at her conscience.


    She turned and headed back to the rest area in front of the Frontier Outpost, a bustling place that blended both outdoor and indoor spaces. The square building featured a large tent and long tables where off-duty personnel gathered.


    She rested there, sipping some water to calm her churning stomach. After a while, she started feeling a little better. She tapped her Lumina Core ¨C Apps ¨C EO Missions ¨C Mission: Whispering Wood Training. The map appeared, showing that Reine, Drifter, Sloane, and Lorcan were still in the area, their positions marked by small blue dots moving through the digital representation of the woods.


    As she observed the small blue dot indicating Reine''s location still in the Whispering Woods, memories of their childhood surfaced unbidden. She remembered the kind boy who always sat beside her at public school. He never seemed to say no to anyone, especially not to her. One thing she clearly remembered was how close they had been, playing games together during breaks. She also recalled how passionate he had been about Spectra back then, and how they used to play together for hours. But now, she didn''t think games like that interested her anymore.


    A wave of guilt pressed against her chest as she reminisced, her gaze darting to the ground. Would he be alright out there, alone in those woods?


    Then, footsteps approached, and a voice broke her from her thoughts.


    "Where''s Reine? You were supposed to come back together," Drifter asked, his tone sharp.


    "Uh... I came back early. I wasn''t feeling well," Vaeloria replied, unable to meet his gaze.


    "Did you try contacting him?" Drifter asked.


    "Uh... now I will..." Vaeloria said, tapping the call icon on her Lumina Core. But there was no response. Her chest tightened with worry. With trembling hands, she tapped out a message to him, hoping against hope that he would respond.


    "Let''s find him," Drifter said decisively. He added, "Rescue team, we need to search for a missing student in the Whispering Woods," as a holographic image of his Lumina Core appeared before them, connecting to the outpost''s command center.


    Vaeloria nodded, following him slowly, her face drawn with worry and mounting guilt.


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    As they continued, they encountered Lorcan and Sloane on their way back to the Whispering Woods. The two seemed angry with Vaeloria for leaving Reine behind. Drifter told them to head back and rest, but they insisted on joining the search, their concern for their friend overriding their fatigue.


    Vaeloria''s remorse weighed heavily on her, and her stomach churned under their accusing stares. She knew she deserved their silent judgment.


    Together, they made their way toward Reine''s last known location. Night had fallen, and the thick fog now enveloped the woods completely, the eerie calls of distant creatures blending with the songs of crickets and rustling leaves.


    The fog was so dense they could barely see, so they materialized light spheres with their magic to illuminate the path ahead, small orbs of warm light floating around them like fireflies.


    But as they moved deeper into the forest, Vaeloria''s steps grew heavier, her nausea and headache creeping in once more. The fog clouded her mind, and suddenly her eyes shifted to the dense forest with its towering trees. She felt as if she was falling from an immense height, the ground rushing up to meet her.


    Beside her, she saw a figure¡ªa man with long golden hair, his gaze stern and unyielding.


    "Come on, again. Don''t give up."


    She stumbled down the foggy path, tears streaming down her face, breath ragged. And once more, she fell, this time from an even greater height. Despite the crash, her natural Barrier shielded her from harm. But the cycle repeated itself endlessly.


    "DAD, PLEASE STOP THIS!" she cried, her voice breaking with desperation.


    The man remained unmoved, his voice firm.


    "This is just the basics... You have to make it!"


    She fell again and again, each time hitting the ground with a sickening thud. Her father''s disappointed gaze lingered as he walked away, leaving her behind. The murmurs of students grew louder, and their eyes bored into her, judging, always judging.


    But then, she heard a familiar voice cutting through the nightmare.


    "Ria, are you okay?" It was Reine, reaching out to her with genuine concern.


    Suddenly, the scene shifted, and Vaeloria''s vision returned to the present. Lorcan''s voice broke through the haze, his face filled with worry.


    "Hey, Ria, you okay? What are you staring at?"


    Vaeloria turned slowly toward him, her eyes still distant and vacant, haunted by the memories that had assailed her.


    She bit her lip, barely able to speak. I shouldn''t have done this¡­ I''m sorry, Reine¡­ I''m sorry... she thought, the weight of her actions crushing down on her.


    They continued on until they reached the location of Reine''s blue dot. There, they found him, already engaged in combat. He had materialized his silver armor, with a long ice-crystal-like skirt flowing from it. His weapon, Vireiscryne, a sword and shield, gleamed as he cast ice spells, defending with his shield and slashing with his sword. He was already fighting a group of Wraithborn, purple ghastly creatures, and Mistbane, treants with tree-like bodies and roots for legs, charging forward relentlessly.


    Vaeloria''s heart quickened as she took in the scene. Without hesitation, they rushed forward to his location, ready to join the fray.


    The group quickly materialized their weapons. Drifter''s Exaltare, his dark gray sword, Lorcan''s hand crackling with dark power, and Sloane''s Zephyr Fang dagger, ready for swift strikes.


    Vaeloria, with trembling hands, materialized her Aurasworn Bow. Her fingers shook as she formed a light arrow, preparing to shoot at the approaching enemies.


    Each shot felt like an eternity¡­ And all of them missed their marks. The Wraithborn''s ghastly bolts, the Mistbane treant''s vines, and their wooded hammers collided with the group''s magic and weapons¡ªbut none of it reached her, as she remained far in the distance, unable to contribute effectively to the battle.


    Then, she realized the enemies had been annihilated, their forms dissipating into mist and returning to the forest.


    She saw the relief on everyone''s faces, knowing that Reine was safe. But Vaeloria felt a strange mix of emotions swirling within her. Was it relief that Reine was finally safe? Guilt that she had abandoned him? She wasn''t sure. The weight of Lorcan, Drifter, and Sloane''s gazes bore down on her. Does this mean I contributed nothing and just made things worse...? The thought clung to her like a shadow.


    They returned to the outpost with Vaeloria trailing behind them, silent and lost in her own thoughts. Then, she saw Reine approach her, his expression soft with understanding.


    "Are you okay, Ria?" Reine asked softly, concern evident in his voice.


    "Yeah¡­ thanks, Reine¡­" Vaeloria replied, unable to meet his gaze.


    Suddenly, she felt the ground tremble beneath them, and in an instant, the earth split open with a deafening crack. A giant wooden root, glowing with a brown aura, erupted from the ground, separating her, Reine, Lorcan, and Sloane from Drifter, who led the way in front. Something massive emerged from the earth¡ªan Elderwood Colossus. The dark brown, bipedal wooden creature had many faces embedded in its bark, but now, the faces seemed to be twisted in sadness or pain.


    Vaeloria felt fear grip her, and a sense of powerlessness washed over her. She saw Sloane step back, faltering, his hand trembling visibly. Reine, too, had wide eyes and gritted his teeth while trembling, but Lorcan? He just clenched his teeth in silence, readying himself for the fight.


    The Elderwood Colossus unleashed giant vines that spun like venomous serpents, hurling toward them with frightening speed. Lorcan and Sloane moved stealthily, avoiding the attacking vines with practiced grace. The massive Colossus stood firm, its roots gripping the earth beneath it, anchoring it to the battlefield.


    Vaeloria stood frozen, her hand still gripping her white bow. All she wanted to do was run away from this nightmare.


    Reine''s ice bolts slammed into the Colossus, but the creature remained unshaken, the magical ice barely scratching its ancient bark.


    Lorcan and Sloane charged at the Colossus with coordinated precision. Sloane activated Wind Step¡ªhis body blurred with emerald light, moving so fast that the vines couldn''t keep up with his movements. Lorcan transformed into dark mist, moving quickly through the battlefield, but the vines coiled around him like constricting snakes, trapping him in their wooden embrace. Seeing this, Sloane rushed over, slashing through the thick tendrils and freeing Lorcan with a fluid motion that spoke of countless hours of training together.


    Then, with a deep rumble that shook the very air, the Elderwood Colossus released its roots, its massive arm, coated in dark energy, crashing to the ground with terrifying force. Lorcan barely managed to dodge the impact, rolling away at the last moment. The earth cracked, and the ground trembled beneath their feet, like a tremor from the depths of the world itself.


    Without hesitation, Sloane activated Wind Step again, launching himself toward Reine''s side. Vaeloria overheard their hurried conversation.


    "Bro¡­" Sloane gasped, still catching his breath. "How the hell did you run into this thing? I thought Elderwood Colossus wasn''t aggressive."


    Reine shut his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. "I think I broke something when I fell off the path earlier... couldn''t see through the fog¡­"


    "Well, that could''ve been something important to it," Sloane muttered, his eyes never leaving the towering creature. "We''re not winning this... but maybe we should try apologizing."


    "How do you apologize to a monster?" Reine said, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.


    "Try getting closer, stop attacking¡­" Sloane suggested, his voice surprisingly calm given the circumstances.


    "Alright. We''ve got no other choice." Reine said, steeling himself for what was to come.


    Sloane shot Vaeloria one last glance before pushing forward, his intentions unspoken but clear in his eyes. A heavy unease settled over her, her chest tightening as the weight of unspoken words pressed down on her.


    Then she looked at Reine as he slowly stepped toward the Elderwood Colossus with determined steps. He raised his shield defensively, ready to protect himself if needed.


    "I''m sorry, I didn''t mean to!" Reine called out.


    The Elderwood Colossus'' colossal vines still raged across the area, destroying everything in their path. Vaeloria''s heart raced, her mind screaming that this was a bad, foolish idea. Why was Reine doing this? What if he lost his life in this reckless attempt?


    Reine knelt, his gaze fixed on the towering Colossus. "I''m sorry... I know what I broke wasn''t just some valuable object... it could''ve been one of your family members¡­" He bowed his head deeply, a universal gesture of respect and remorse.


    For a moment, the Elderwood Colossus stopped attacking and stood still, as if considering Reine''s words.


    No way¡­ it actually worked? Vaeloria thought, though unease still gripped her.


    She prepared her bow for a possible attack, exhaling slowly to steady her aim.


    But then, the Elderwood Colossus released a terrifying roar that shook the trees, and a massive needle materialized in the air, storming toward Reine with deadly intent.


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    Vaeloria''s eyes widened in horror. Her worst fear had come true.


    But she was ready. Light surged along her Aurasworn Bow, gathering at its core, the charge humming with power.


    Please.... Just this once¡­ let it work.


    "Feythrasir..." she intoned.


    A golden beam shot from her bow forward like a comet, slicing through the needles and striking the Elderwood Colossus with perfect precision. The explosion of light flooded the battlefield, scattering stardust and energy into the air. The Colossus howled in pain, and the giant knelt, shaking the ground violently with its movement.


    Vaeloria gasped for air, her Aurorasworn Bow vanishing into yellow particles that floated away like fireflies. Lorcan, Sloane, and Reine stood frozen, mesmerized by the magical sight they had never imagined possible.


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    Suddenly, a deafening explosion tore through the air, forcing them to turn away. The wooden walls around them collapsed with a thunderous crash.


    Amidst the dust and debris, the rescue team emerged, led by the drifter. Their Golem Squad¡ªGRX-098 "Virtus Castigat"¡ªloomed behind them, its massive form cutting through the destruction. The golems unleashed relentless bursts of blue energy from their twin Judicator Cannons, each shot hammering into the Elderwood Colossus. The creature splintered under the sustained assault, its massive form slowly crumbling as the energy waves tore through it.


    "Stop! Stop attacking!!" Reine shouted, rushing toward Theodore, the commander with neatly tied black hair and cat-like ears who directed the golem squad.


    "Please stop, it''s my fault!" Reine cried out, desperation clear in his voice.


    "Sir... please stop," Drifter said.


    Theodore raised his hand, and the golems stopped immediately, their cannons powering down with a low hum.


    The Elderwood Colossus lay collapsed, its wooden body torn apart, some faces missing from its bark. The vines scattered across the battlefield, no longer animated by its will. Reine approached slowly, regret evident in every step.


    "I''m sorry¡­" he whispered. "I know what I broke wasn''t just something valuable... it could have been part of your family¡­" He bowed his head deeply once more.


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    The Elderwood Colossus locked eyes with Reine for a long, weighty moment. Then, with one final, deliberate movement, it turned and disappeared into the mist, leaving only broken branches and churned earth in its wake. Vaeloria couldn¡¯t tell if it was Reine¡¯s words that had reached it¡ªor if the colossus had simply been lost, retreating on instinct.


    Then she joined Drifter, Sloane, Reine, and Lorcan, who gathered around in a tight circle, exhaustion evident on their faces.


    "I''m sorry¡­ all of this happened because of me. I promise, Reine¡­ if you need something, and you need help, you can ask me," she said with a genuine tone, the weight of her earlier abandonment still heavy on her conscience.


    "It''s okay, Ria¡­ It was all my fault¡­ I got lost¡­ you didn''t have to apologize," said Reine, his kindness making her feel even worse.


    "Well, that shot wasn''t bad, Ria¡­" Lorcan said with a smile, attempting to lighten the mood.


    "Yeah¡­ nice save out there¡­" Sloane added, giving her a respectful nod.


    They walked slowly back toward the Frontier Outpost, as instructed by Theodore, with Vaeloria trailing behind them, lost in her thoughts.


    "Damn, Reine... do you think that monster understood what you said?" Lorcan asked, breaking the silence that had fallen over the group.


    "Well¡­ about that¡­" Reine began, his voice hesitant.


    "Actually, it was my idea... not like I had a better option." Sloane said, shrugging his shoulders.


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    "Come on! Get off me!" Sloane''s panicked voice crackled through the recording. The clip showed him sprinting away from a ghostly figure, his movements frantic as he ducked behind a tree. He barely had a moment to catch his breath before the tree itself began to shift. Slowly, it turned¡ªrevealing a monstrous face carved into its bark.


    Sloane''s eyes widened in sheer terror, his mouth opening in a silent gasp. His body trembled as he bolted once more, desperation propelling him forward.


    Lorcan burst into laughter, his amusement contagious as Reine chuckled beside him. Even the drifter smirked before letting out a quiet laugh. Vaeloria, however, only managed a faint smile.


    "Ha! I bet you were scared out of your mind!" Lorcan teased between fits of laughter. "Don¡¯t tell me you nearly pissed yourself!"


    "Well¡­ if it was a ghost, that doesn¡¯t count!" Sloane huffed, arms crossed in defiance. "I¡¯m sure you would''ve been toast if I hadn''t saved you from getting a kiss from those vines..." His cheeks were tinged with embarrassment.


    "Yeah¡­ thanks, mister," Lorcan replied with a smirk.


    Vaeloria¡¯s faint smile lingered, but her gaze was distant, lost in the weight of the day¡¯s events. Reine''s eyes flickered toward her, his concern unmistakable.


    They arrived at the post. The sounds of the forest faded, replaced by the hum of activity from the outpost and the comforting presence of other Evocaiers.


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    Back in her room at the outpost, Vaeloria lay on her back, staring at the ceiling with unfocused eyes. With a quiet sigh, she opened her Lumina Core and accessed the photos app.


    Holographic images flickered to life¡ªdinners with her friends, Lily and Mia, spontaneous visits to new caf¨¦s, snapshots from trendy destinations taken just for the sake of sharing, and carefully curated photos of stylish clothes and bags she had recently bought.


    She scrolled through them absentmindedly until her finger hesitated over an old photo¡ªher younger self and a young Reine, both grinning brightly, framed by the towering wooden trees in the background.


    "Maybe... never changing isn''t so bad," she murmured to herself, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she gazed at the image of simpler, happier times.

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    Drifter went through his morning routine mechanically, his mind heavy with the weight of his last lesson with Luna Sabriel. Everything felt different now, tainted by the realization that had been gnawing at him. His gaze, once warm with admiration, had turned to ice when he looked at her.


    His doubt, which now seemed painfully obvious to him, filled his mind¡ªshe had never truly been genuine with him at all. Just another of the Grandmaster''s pawns, tasked with keeping him docile, making him forget about Paxluma. Her lessons, her guidance, even those moments when she seemed to care¡ªall of it had been a carefully crafted act. Or so he believed.


    He wondered if Luna noticed the chill in his responses, but she remained unreadable as always as they ascended the Command Spire together. Their footsteps echoed through the towering structure as they made their way to the surveillance room for his final lesson.


    Heading toward the surveillance room, today¡¯s lesson would focus on the Vestra System¡ªthe latest evolution of the old alarm runes. Unlike its predecessors, this system could record both sound and moving images, making it far more advanced than before.


    It operated through a network of hidden Hexagonal Nodes, each capable of detecting Evocyte energy traces across a wide area. The entire city was covered in these nodes, allowing the system to track the locations of those within its range. However, there were limitations. While the system could detect Evocyte signatures broadly, it could only display recordings from areas where nodes had been planted. Furthermore, internal regulations ensured that private spaces remained off-limits for surveillance.


    Another critical weakness¡ªunder the right circumstances, which Luna had not revealed, the system could be disabled.


    There were also Mistral Quartz Orbs¡ªsmall, portable versions of the Vestra System that patrolled independently. The recordings from both the nodes and the orbs were stored and monitored in this very room, at the heart of the network: a hexagonal structure that served as its core


    His thoughts drifted as they practiced controlling the orbs, mechanically going through the motions of patrol routes. When his Lumina Core showed 16:00, he gave Luna a curt nod, deliberately omitting their usual exchange of gratitude.


    His Lumina Core chimed just as he turned to leave.


    "Drifter, come to the duel arena now... don''t miss it," Sloane''s message read.


    A hint of a smile crossed his face as he read the words, the first genuine expression he''d shown all day.


    He made his way to the transparent dome of the dueling arena. The place was packed, a cacophony of cheers, laughter, and shouts filling the air. To his left, two familiar faces stood out¡ªSloane and Reine.


    Sloane waved with his usual grin. ¡°Hey, you finally showed up! Wanna bet, old man? This one¡¯s gonna be epic, I swear!¡±


    ¡°Good afternoon,¡± murmured Reine.


    Drifter exhaled. ¡°You two never learn. If Alina finds out¡­ you¡¯re done for.¡±


    ¡°Aw, come on! It¡¯s just for fun. And anyway, today¡¯s match is legendary¡ªCaelus versus Lorcan! How can it not be exciting?¡± Sloane grinned.


    ¡°So, old man, care to place a bet? Caelus is the favorite. Easy win, free lunch guaranteed!¡± He added.


    ¡°Seriously? Betting against your friend?¡± Reine crossed his arms. ¡°I¡¯ll stick with Lorcan.¡±


    ¡°Ugh, I¡¯m tired of losing because of that guy. For once, I wanna win!¡± Sloane groaned.


    Drifter shook his head. ¡°No, thanks. I¡¯m just here to watch.¡± His gaze shifted toward the arena.


    The battlefield transformed before them¡ªthe crystal floor morphing into a dense jungle landscape.


    Lorcan moved like a storm, dashing forward and launching a barrage of dark energy punches. Opposite him, Caelus¡ªstood composed, clad in black armor and wielding a black spear crackling with purple lightning. He dodged effortlessly, his movements precise and minimal.


    Suddenly, Lorcan halted. He bent slightly, raising his right hand as dark energy condensed into a singular force. With a sharp yell, he unleashed his attack¡ªEbon Fist. The wave of energy tore through the ground, fissures spreading like serpents.


    Caelus shifted. His body flowed like water, narrowly avoiding the blast.


    In the blink of an eye, Lorcan, shrouded in darkness, appeared before Caelus, launching Lorcan''s Special a rapid flurry of dark energy punches. Caelus, however, remained motionless¡ªuntil the final blow shattered his natural barrier of glowing purple light.


    The arena reverted to its crystal floor.


    Silence fell over the crowd. Confused glances were exchanged.


    Alyssa, raised an eyebrow. ¡°No way¡­ impossible.¡±


    Bryan, crossed his arms. ¡°Just pure luck.¡±


    Erick, exhaled deeply. ¡°Come on, give him some credit. Lorcan has improved¡­ but why did Caelus hold back?¡±


    Nearby, Sloane grumbled softly. ¡°No way¡­ Lorcan won?¡±


    Reine smiled faintly, glancing at Sloane. ¡°See? You should trust your friends more.¡±


    Caelus dismissed his black armor and spear. Purple particles dissolved into the air as he adjusted the open collar of his black shirt and turned away, walking silently out of the arena.


    ¡°Hey!¡± Lorcan¡¯s voice broke the silence, edged with frustration. ¡°I don¡¯t care about winning! Take this seriously!¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s over. You won. Congratulations,¡± Caelus replied flatly, while walking.


    ¡°Wait! Don¡¯t run away!¡± Lorcan shouted as he chased after him.


    Sloane scratched his head, restless. ¡°Great¡­ another problem,¡± he muttered before sprinting after them.


    ¡°Hurry¡­ things could get worse if they actually fight,¡± urged Reine, quickening his pace.


    Drifter sighed deeply as he followed. His gaze lingered on their retreating forms.


    Let¡¯s hope Lorcan doesn¡¯t make things worse, he thought.


    After chasing them, they arrived at the underground parking lot. Caelus was already riding his black Alcherider Stratos¡ªa slender, elongated model unlike most Alcheriders. It had an open cockpit with only two seats, one in front and one in the back. Without hesitation, he sped off.


    Lorcan followed, riding his red Alcherider Stratos. Both vehicles moved at incredible speeds.


    Drifter sighed as he watched them vanish down the exit ramp. Spotting Reine and Sloane, he motioned for them to follow.


    Riding his own black Alcherider Zenith, Drifter took off in pursuit, but it was clear he couldn¡¯t keep up. Caelus¡¯ Stratos led effortlessly, while Lorcan¡¯s Stratos weaved aggressively through traffic, pushing its limits. Other Alcheriders honked at him in irritation.


    So Lorcan wasn¡¯t lying about his last crash, Drifter thought as watching his reckless maneuvers. Their Stratos models, with their slim, narrow frames, allowed them to slip between vehicles with ease¡ªsomething Drifter''s larger Zenith couldn¡¯t manage as smoothly.


    Sloane grumbled, leaning forward slightly. ¡°Faster, old man.¡±


    He smirked. ¡°Cool ride, but you drive like a snail.¡±


    Drifter glanced to his left, barely holding back a smile. ¡°Patience.¡±


    Reine chimed in, his voice soft but firm. ¡°Don¡¯t be rude, Sloane. We¡¯re getting a free ride, remember?¡±


    Though the gap between them and the Stratos riders grew, they managed to keep up just enough. Eventually, they left the bustling city streets behind, entering the residential district of Natura Feld. The air was crisp, carrying the fresh scent of grass that swept over the rolling green fields in the distance.


    Ahead, the two Stratos Alcheriders¡ªone black, one red¡ªwere parked outside a small, rounded house resembling a budding tree. Its natural wood exterior was adorned with intricate green leaf carvings, and its emerald roof arched gracefully overhead.


    A cream-colored circular door with a floral handle sat beneath oval windows framed in blue glass. The spacious porch was alive with greenery, featuring a small slide and an Evonion¡ªa holographic pet-like creature designed for children. It allowed them to raise, battle, and explore in a simulated world.


    A tiny wooden fence bore a hand-painted sign:


    Amelioris Childcare.


    Children played on the front lawn, their laughter filling the air.


    Drifter, Sloane, and Reine approached Lorcan, who stood motionless, staring at the sign.


    "A daycare?" Lorcan muttered.


    He turned back to face them.


    "What are you doing here?"


    "Picking you up, obviously," Sloane replied lazily.


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    "Yeah¡­ glad nothing bad happened," Reine added with a small smile.


    "Let¡¯s go back," Drifter said.


    Before they could leave, the front door creaked open. Caelus stepped outside, holding a toddler in his arms. The child tugged at his hair with tiny fingers, giggling. A rare, soft smile touched Caelus¡¯ face¡ªa sight almost never seen.


    "Good afternoon. Is there an issue?" Caelus asked.


    "Sorry to interrupt. We¡¯re just here to get Lorcan," Drifter said.


    "Yeah, honestly. I thought he was about to knock you out back there," Sloane added with a grin.


    Lorcan shot him an irritated glare. "Just drop it, alright?" Then, turning back to Caelus, he said, "Come on, let¡¯s go again! One more duel. The race doesn¡¯t count."


    "Not now. I¡¯m busy. Maybe another time. You never give up, do you?" Caelus sighed.


    Before the conversation could continue, light footsteps echoed from within the house. An elven woman with golden braided hair emerged, her movements slow, her face pale as she stifled a cough.


    Lorcan straightened slightly, his voice more polite. "Sorry if we were too loud. I didn¡¯t mean to disturb you."


    "It¡¯s alright. Is he your friend?" she asked, glancing at Caelus.


    "Yes, Mom. It¡¯s settled. He¡¯s leaving now." Caelus nodded.


    Her gaze softened. "Oh, at least stay for a moment. You¡¯ve come all this way. Have some tea."


    "Sorry, ma¡¯am¡­ but we really should get going," Lorcan replied.


    "Don¡¯t be so quick to leave, dear. Just a few minutes. It¡¯s not polite to rush off," she insisted, coughing lightly.


    Lorcan glanced at Drifter, silently seeking guidance.


    Drifter hesitated. It would be rude to refuse.


    "Thank you, ma¡¯am. We¡¯d appreciate that," he finally said.


    A pleased smile crossed her lips. "That¡¯s more like it."


    As the door closed behind them, the air inside was warm and inviting, filled with the scent of fresh herbs and baked bread. A small fire crackled in the hearth, adding a comforting woody aroma.


    The living room was cozy, scattered with toys and blankets. The group settled onto a sofa while Drifter watched the children playing. Caelus, surprisingly gentle, tended to them as his mother prepared tea.


    Drifter overheard Sloane whispering to Reine.


    "She¡¯s beautiful, huh? Caelus¡¯s mom."


    Reine sighed, whispering back, "Stop it¡­ that¡¯s rude."


    When Caelus'' mother returned, the conversation remained casual¡ªwhere they lived, what they did at the academy¡ªuntil she finally turned to Drifter.


    "And you? Are you their instructor?" she asked.


    "No, ma¡¯am. I just happen to reside at the academy. A regular member," Drifter replied.


    Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Where were you before that?"


    A silence settled over the room. Drifter¡¯s expression turned distant.


    "I used to live in Paxluma," he said.


    For a moment, Caelus'' mother¡¯s expression faltered. A faint, disbelieving laugh slipped past her lips before she quickly masked it with a polite smile.


    "I¡¯m sorry. I didn¡¯t realize you enjoyed jokes," she said.


    "My apologies¡­ if it sounded like a joke," Drifter replied evenly.


    A brief, tense stillness followed until Caelus finally spoke. His tone was firm.


    "He¡¯s not from this time, Mom. He crossed through time from the past."


    Her eyes narrowed. "Impossible¡­ how could that happen?"


    "According to him, he arrived here through an artifact shaped like a cube," Caelus explained.


    For a fleeting moment, her polite smile vanished, replaced by an unreadable expression.


    "A cube?" she repeated, her voice trembling slightly.


    Drifter noticed the subtle shift in her demeanor. She knew something. Even the researchers at the academy had no answers, but this reaction¡ªit was worth pressing.


    "Yes, ma¡¯am. Do you know anything about the cube?" he asked.


    A brief hesitation. Then, her expression softened into something unreadable once more.


    "Oh, I¡¯m sorry¡­ a cube¡­ I don¡¯t know," she said.


    Drifter held her gaze for a moment but chose not to push further. She was hiding something, but pressing the matter wouldn¡¯t be courteous.


    The conversation gradually drifted back to lighter topics¡ªsmall talk about the city and everyday life. After some time, the group rose, expressed their gratitude, and took their leave.


    The next morning, Drifter sat back on his sofa. There was nothing to do. No missions. No more lessons from Luna. Somehow, he felt hollow. But then, he noticed a message from Lorcan:


    ¡°Hey, old man, you busy today? If not, want to duel at 4? Thanks!¡±


    Seeing that, a faint smile tugged at Drifter¡¯s lips as he typed a quick reply: ¡°Okay.¡±


    He spent the rest of the day in his quarters. He tried watching broadcasts on the Arcane Network, but something was missing. Once again, his mind wandered to the question: How much longer will I be here?


    At 15:51, Drifter glanced at his Lumina Core, then headed toward the duel arena. As he approached the courtyard, he heard a familiar voice.


    ¡°Just watch, old man! This time, I¡¯ll win for sure!¡± Lorcan called out.


    ¡°I¡¯m betting against you. Let¡¯s be real¡ªhow many times have you lost to him already? Too many!¡± Sloane chimed in beside him.


    ¡°Stop it, Sloane. Lorcan beat Caelus yesterday, remember?¡± Reine said, shooting Sloane a look.


    ¡°That was pure luck, and you know it,¡± Sloane retorted.


    ¡°Then I¡¯ll prove you wrong this time!¡± Lorcan said, determination in his voice.


    Drifter spotted Caelus, striding with quick, determined steps, walking past without even acknowledging them. Lorcan, not missing a beat, rushed after him.


    ¡°Oi, Caelus! Let¡¯s duel!¡± Lorcan called, chasing after him.


    Without slowing down, Caelus shoulder-checked Lorcan hard, pushing past him.


    ¡°What the? What¡¯s his problem?¡± Lorcan grumbled, his face flushing with frustration as he sprinted after Caelus.


    ¡°Hey, wait!¡± Drifter called, his voice firm yet calm as he quickened his pace to follow.


    ¡°Here we go again¡­ But with Drifter around, it¡¯ll be fine. Let¡¯s head back and finish that homework,¡± Sloane sighed.


    ¡°Alright¡­ Let¡¯s hope they¡¯ll be okay,¡± Reine murmured.


    Drifter followed Lorcan and Caelus to the academic wing, and eventually, they stopped outside Friedrich¡¯s office. Lorcan lingered behind the door, but seemed hesitant to enter. Drifter knocked, and they all stepped inside.


    ¡°Professor, my mother¡ªshe¡¯s gone. She wasn¡¯t home, and no one has seen her since this morning,¡± Caelus said, his voice trembling slightly.


    ¡°Calm down, Caelus. We¡¯ll figure this out together. The Vestra System must have records of who left the city today,¡± Friedrich said, sitting behind his desk.


    Caelus nodded weakly.


    ¡°Pull up today¡¯s Vestra records now,¡± Friedrich ordered, speaking into his Lumina Core.


    A synthetic voice responded promptly.


    Moments later, Friedrich activated the holographic display from his Lumina Core. A map appeared, dotted with various points, and he said, ¡°Lyriel Amelioris.¡±


    A profile of Caelus¡¯ mother, Lyriel Amelioris, appeared, along with two connected points¡ªone blue, one green¡ªindicating that she had left the city via Twilight Street.


    ¡°She left this morning with someone,¡± Friedrich remarked.


    ¡°Left? But¡­ my mother¡¯s sick! With whom?¡± Caelus¡¯ voice cracked.


    ¡°Someone not registered in our database,¡± Friedrich replied, his expression sharp. ¡°Hold on. Let¡¯s dig deeper.¡±


    He spoke into his Lumina Core again. ¡°Alina, report to the surveillance room now.¡±


    Drifter glanced at Lorcan, who seemed equally unsure but was clearly willing to help.


    ¡°Professor, may we join you?¡± Drifter asked.


    ¡°Of course,¡± Friedrich nodded.


    Within moments, Alina arrived, and the group made their way to the underground parking area. A massive gray Alcherider Titan, adorned with the order emblem, was waiting. One by one, they boarded. Alina took the driver¡¯s seat, and the vehicle moved swiftly, hovering low above the ground.


    Alina¡¯s blue eyes glowed faintly as she activated her Enchanted Sight. Holding up a scarf that belonged to Lyriel. Drifter recalled that this rare ability allowed users to trace colored Evocyte threads, something visible only to those with the proper training. Mastering this skill took years, and not all races possessed the capability.


    ¡°Her trail leads west,¡± Alina murmured.


    The Alcherider Titan followed the glowing path, finally arriving at the icy cliffs of the Avalanta Mountains. The narrow path was blanketed in thick snow, and the towering peaks loomed high above them. The Titan came to a halt at a small Evocaier Order outpost before the impassable trail.


    They disembarked one by one, a chilling wind biting at their faces. Alina led the way, trudging through the snow with determination.


    ¡°Wow, this route¡¯s extreme¡­ Are you sure they came this way? If she¡¯s sick, how could she even manage it?¡± Lorcan asked.


    The group fell silent, his question lingering in the air.


    Alina raised her hand, signaling them to stop. She placed her palm against a large, ice-covered boulder. A soft light spread from her fingers, causing the ice to crack and fall away. A stone door groaned open, revealing a dark tunnel beyond.


    ¡°We¡¯re going in,¡± Alina instructed.


    They moved into the tunnel.


    The air grew colder as they pressed deeper. Eventually, the tunnel opened up into a massive cavern. A black, cylindrical skyship rested in the center, surrounded by a U-shaped metal platform.


    ¡°No doubt about it¡­ It¡¯s the same ship. The one from the simulation attack,¡± Drifter said, his voice steady.


    ¡°At last, we¡¯ve found them. I¡¯ll signal the fleet,¡± Alina said, tapping her Lumina Core to interface with the holographic system.


    Friedrich scanned the area. Vexor Military Automatons¡ªtowering, three-meter bipedal constructs with dark gray plating, glowing red eyes, and vent-like mouths¡ªpatrolled the platform.


    ¡°Illegal military automatons...¡± Friedrich muttered.


    ¡°She¡¯s inside that ship. We need to move quietly. Follow me,¡± Alina said firmly.


    They began their approach, but the clank of their footsteps alerted the Vexor units. One of them turned sharply toward them.


    Lorcan glanced at Alina, a smirk tugging at his lips.


    ¡°Smooth work, Boss. These things put the Vestra System to shame, huh? Real cutting-edge tech!¡± he said.


    Alina shot him a brief glare before turning away. Without a word, she summoned her ice greatsword, Frostshard Legacy.


    Lorcan laughed. ¡°Stealth isn¡¯t our style anyway. Let¡¯s just smash through them!¡±


    ¡°Stay together. Don¡¯t be reckless!¡± Friedrich commanded.


    The Vexor raised its arms, launching red energy projectiles that streaked toward them.


    Without hesitation, Drifter summoned his dark gray sword, Exaltare, into his grip. He effortlessly deflected incoming projectiles as blue sigils ignited around him. Dozens of spectral swords materialized, flowing seamlessly between defensive shields and offensive strikes. As the Vexor units began to converge, Drifter unleashed Azure Tempest. The room erupted into a storm of afterimages and spectral swords, swift blue slashes streaking through the air in rapid succession. Within moments, the Vexor were torn apart, their metallic forms collapsing into heaps while the walls bore deep scars.


    Beside him, Friedrich raised his glowing shield, Lexivane, blocking the barrage of projectiles. Sacred energy pulsed from the shield, repelling attacks. He advanced, bringing down his radiant mace, Clariven, onto the ground. A massive shockwave erupted, obliterating nearby Vexor units.


    Following closely, Alina wielded Frostshard Legacy, cleaving through multiple Vexor units with each powerful swing. The shattered remains of their forms scattered like icy fragments, glinting in the dim light. Between attacks, she provided cover for the team, activating Blauzorn Aegis. Each time she drove her sword into the ground, a massive ice barrier materialized in front of her, shielding her allies from the relentless onslaught.


    Lorcan, fueled by adrenaline, struck with relentless power. His fists, surrounded by dark energy, smashed through the Vexor ranks.


    At his side, Caelus spun his spear, Auralis. Purple energy crackled along its blade, creating chained explosions that decimated multiple Vexor units at once.


    The battlefield was alight with bursts of energy and steel. Though their efforts were coordinated, more Vexor emerged from the ship¡¯s open hatches. Their numbers seemed endless.


    Breathing heavily between strikes, Friedrich barked an order. ¡°There are too many! Alina, Caelus, Lorcan¡ªget inside the ship, now!¡±


    Alina hesitated but nodded. ¡°Be careful,¡± she said before leading them inside.


    Drifter, still fighting the Vexor units, watched them as the ship¡¯s door closed. A sense of worry crept over him¡ªLorcan¡¯s recklessness and Caelus¡¯ distracted demeanor were unsettling.

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    Caelus followed Alina through the metallic corridor, the hum of machinery fading beneath his turbulent thoughts. His mother''s face consumed his mind, along with the memory of his father - that single meeting when he was six, where those cold eyes had regarded him as if he were an enemy.


    His mother''s words from that day echoed: "Why? Are you jealous of our own children?"


    The memory shattered as Alina halted before a massive metal door. "Wait!" she commanded, but Caelus couldn''t bear another second''s delay - not with his mother''s life at stake.


    He rushed forward through the automatically opening door, Lorcan close behind. The door sealed shut with a hiss, cutting them off from Alina.


    "Reckless fools!" Her muffled shout barely penetrated the barrier.


    "Well, it''s just the two of us now... It''s her fault for being too slow," Lorcan muttered beside him.


    Caelus remained silent, his mind fixed on a single purpose as they pressed forward. Every second counted, and he wouldn''t let his mother suffer any longer than she already had.


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    Caelus stared across the vast chamber, his heart pounding at the sight of his mother bound to that central platform. The energy field encasing her pulsed with an ominous glow, luminous chains binding her wrists.


    He watched Valkyrex descend from above - its black metallic form imposing, blue energy wings spread wide, triangular core gleaming in its chest.


    Its thrusters ignited and he barely raised his spear in time to block its blue energy blade. The impact rattled through his arms. He sidestepped its next strike while Lorcan cast Ebon Barrage beside him, but the automaton''s agility was terrifying.


    Before he could plan their next move, energy exploded from its core. His barrier crumpled and he hit the ground hard, Lorcan landing nearby.


    "It''s too fast... way too fast," Lorcan growled.


    "We can''t win by fighting head-on," Caelus replied through gritted teeth.


    The Valkyrex appeared inches from his face. He twisted desperately, feeling the heat of its blade pass by. Channeling Volt Tempest, he spun his spear, creating a protective vortex of violet energy. The automaton activated Luminal Wings to escape, retaliating with energy projectiles from above.


    While Lorcan vanished into Veil of Shadows, Caelus deflected what he could, violet sparks flying. Then he spotted the steel platform overhead. A plan formed.


    "Follow me!" he commanded.


    "Got it," came Lorcan''s reply.


    Stormstride coursed through him as he dashed forward, Lorcan''s dark aura close behind. The Valkyrex pursued exactly as he''d hoped. Though its blade caught Lorcan''s sleeve, he managed to ensnare it with Dusk Shackle.


    "Gotcha... fell for it," Lorcan said smugly.


    Caelus channeled Voltaic Burst through his spear, destroying the platform above. The Valkyrex broke free but fell into their trap - Evocyte Link, their energy threads pulled the wreckage down onto it. Its barrier flashed brilliant blue as it became pinned.


    Lightning crackled around him as he leaped, aiming his spear at its core. He unleashed Skyward Thrust, his strike combining with Lorcan''s Ebon Fist to create a devastating explosion of dark energy. When the dust cleared, only scattered metal remained of their foe.


    Caelus watched as his mother''s energy shield flickered and died with a press of the console button. His heart clenched as she ran to embrace him, her tears falling freely.


    "Caelus!" Lyriel''s voice trembled with emotion.


    He stood rigid before slowly returning her embrace, but their reunion was cut short. The floor shook violently as three more Valkyrex units descended from above, their Luminal Wings casting an ethereal blue glow across the chamber.


    "Three more? Seriously? How do we even fight these?" Lorcan''s flat tone matched Caelus''s own rising concern.


    Caelus gripped his mother''s hand tightly, eyes darting toward their escape route when a thunderous explosion rocked the chamber. Through the smoke emerged familiar faces - Drifter, Friedrich, and Alina, their weapons at the ready.


    "We can''t fight them all here. Fall back to the entrance!" Friedrich commanded.


    The group quickly formed a defensive formation, retreating. But the Valkyrex units surged forward with their glowing wings, encircling them.


    But retreat proved difficult as the Valkyrex units surrounded them with mechanical precision. Friedrich''s Blessing of Light strengthened their natural barrier defenses, yet the automatons pressed their advantage relentlessly.


    Caelus watched his companions engage the enemy.


    Drifter faced off against the first Valkyrex. The blade of Exaltare clashed against the automaton¡¯s energy weapon, the sound of colliding energies filling the air. His spectral blue energy swords were destroyed by shots fired from the automaton''s wings. Drifter teleported behind the Valkyrex to attack from a new angle, but the automaton activated Phase Shift, disappearing into glowing blue particles to evade his strike.


    Not wanting to linger in close combat, Drifter released Exalt Bolt, a surge of blue energy that struck from afar as he continued moving backward.


    On the other side, Friedrich faced the second Valkyrex. He focused on defense, raising Lexivane to block the automaton¡¯s attacks. When an opening appeared, he unleashed Light Barrage, a flurry of radiant energy blasts from the sigils surrounding him. However, the attacks failed to connect with the target.


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    The third Valkyrex engaged Lorcan and Caelus. Lorcan launched an aggressive assault, but his punches missed repeatedly. Assessing the situation, he activated Veil of Shadows, dark mist enveloping him and blocking incoming attacks to protect both himself and Caelus.


    Meanwhile, Caelus, wielding his lightning spear, launched sharp, rapid thrusts. Some struck the Valkyrex, but the automaton''s natural barrier absorbed much of the damage.


    At the front, Alina led the group, occasionally glancing back. She transformed Frostshard Legacy into an ice lance casting Cerulion Spiral¡ªthe lance, wrapped in spiraling blue ice, releasing a surge of icy energy in a spiraling torrent.


    However, the second Valkyrex activated Zero Point Shield, absorbing the ice attack and reflecting it back. One unit fired a barrage of blue projectiles at Alina, but she calmly spun her lance, deflecting the attacks one by one.


    The first Valkyrex phase shift attempted to flank Alina from behind, but she swiftly executed Cerulion Impale. Dissolving into shimmering ice particles, she reappeared high above the automaton. She hurled her lance downward, embedding it into the Valkyrex. The impact created a massive spike of ice that ensnared the automaton, its struggles causing the icy prison to crack with each movement. As the ice began to crack, Friedrich was already in position before the first Valkyrex. Reacting with precision, he raised Clariven, the mace radiant glow intensifying in his grip.


    "Radiant Smite!" he roared.


    The strike of his mace smashed into the Valkyrex, releasing a dazzling shockwave of light. The automaton''s joints locked, its body trembling as it struggled to move but remained immobilized.


    Drifter advanced without hesitation, slashing with Exalt Edge. A wave of blue energy tore through the air, striking the Valkyrex. The sound of cracking filled the room as its natural barrier shattered like glass.


    Alina activated Cerulion Dash, dashing forward in a blur of icy mist that trailed behind her. As she moved, her lance seamlessly transformed into a glowing greatsword.


    "Blauzorn Frostbreaker!" she shouted.


    She swung the radiant ice blade, landing an explosive strike on the Valkyrex. Blue explosion erupted on impact, scattering ice particles in every direction. The automaton shattered into jagged shards, obliterated completely by the devastating attack.


    "One down¡ªfinally!" Lorcan said.


    But their victory was short-lived. The floor shook violently as more Vexor units entered the room, launching bright red projectiles that filled the air with explosions.


    The group reached the exit at last. Alina ran to the control panel beside the door, her fingers moving swiftly across the buttons. "Wait, I¡¯m trying to open it!"


    Before she could finish, Lorcan stepped forward with a wild grin. "No need for that!"


    Lorcan slammed his fists into the door, each punch echoing loudly throughout the room. Dark energy from Ebon Fist enveloped his strikes, causing the metal door to shudder and warp.


    As the door began to crack, Caelus stepped in. His spear crackled with dancing lightning.


    "Thunderbolt Strike!" he yelled.


    The thunderous explosion shattered the door, sending cracks spiraling outward before it finally burst open.


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    The night wind whipped against them as they plummeted through darkness. Caelus held his mother close, shielding her from the rushing air as the Verm Plains rushed up to meet them - a dark expanse growing larger by the second.


    "Better pray our barriers don''t crap out on us!" Lorcan''s laugh carried an edge of hysteria.


    The sky erupted in light above them. Caelus watched panels slide open along the skyship''s black hull, revealing rows of charging cannons. His heart nearly stopped as massive red energy beams formed at their tips.


    Friedrich''s calm voice cut through his panic. "Celestial Aegis!" Golden runes materialized around them, forming a protective dome just as the first devastating beam struck. The energy scattered into golden fragments, but Caelus could see the relentless barrage continuing.


    Inside their sanctuary, Caelus felt his mother''s silent tears as she clasped her hands in prayer beside him. His own breathing came in shallow gasps as he watched cracks spread across their shield like a glowing web. Friedrich poured everything into maintaining the barrier, the golden light flaring brilliantly as it deflected the final blast.


    When the dome finally shattered, its fragments fell like stars around them. Caelus watched the skyship vanish into the crimson sky, leaving them to face the rapidly approaching ground. Their impact sent natural barriers flaring, barely cushioning their fall.


    "We... we''re alive. Seriously, we''re still alive!" Lorcan''s incredulous laugh.


    Caelus lay there, chest heaving, as his mother slowly sat up beside him. Her trembling hand found his cheek, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you... all of you. You saved us."


    "Thank you... I... I don''t know what else to say," Caelus said with polite bow.


    He watched their rescuers exchange knowing smiles as the black cylindrical skyship disappeared into the night''s embrace, leaving them alive and together on the dark plains below.


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    The Translocator''s blue light faded, revealing Nethia''s sprawling cityscape before them. Caelus watched the evocyte lights trace patterns through the bustling streets below. A man with dark blue hair dressed in black awaited them. Caelus gripped his mother''s hand tighter, noting her pallor with growing concern as they were led to a waiting Alcherider Titan. Beyond, the Evocaier Order''s headquarters rose like a crystalline sentinel, its lotus-and-wing emblem catching the city''s glow.


    The underground parking area felt oppressive as they ascended to a sparse interrogation room. Caelus remained by his mother''s side as she settled shakily into a chair, the Magisterial Console between them like an unwelcome witness.


    "Mrs. Lyriel, we need an explanation. Why did you leave the city without informing anyone? And how did you end up as a hostage?" Friedrich''s voice firm.


    "For now, your son can stay, but we need your full honesty."


    "It''s... my husband..." His mother''s whisper sent ice through Caelus''s veins.


    "What? Father... is alive?" Caelus felt his world tilt as the words left his mouth.


    The Magisterial Console holographic projected an image that struck him like a physical blow - his father''s face, alongside text identifying him as Kalevi Amelioris, Affiliation: Conclave of Eldoria, Class: Mage, Element Mastery: Light, Expertise: Technological Researcher.


    Friedrich''s questioning continued, each answer from his mother revealing more painful truths. She spoke of secrets, artifacts, and betrayal. Caelus listened, his grip on her hand tightening with each revelation. It seemed his father had once been involved in mysterious artifact research and had changed after that. She feared him, so she left the country and came here. But recently, she had contacted her mother with good news about staying with them... but it was all a lie.


    "He said he wanted to stay with us. But then he started asking about my visitors... about Drifter. And then he asked about the Cube. When I refused to answer, he... abducted me."


    "I''m sorry, Caelus," his mother whispered.


    "It''s okay, Mom. It''s not your fault," Caelus said, while holding her hand and look at her gaze.


    As Friedrich ordered Vilreth, a man with dark blue hair, to lead them safely home, Caelus felt the weight of these revelations settling onto his shoulders like a physical burden. His father was alive but this truth brought more questions than answers, and none of them promised comfort.


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    Drifter, accompanied by Alma, Caelus, and Luna, journeyed to the northern region of Nethia, their destination the picturesque village of Cavelia. The settlement was renowned for its windmills adorned with spinning runes, sprawling ranches dotting the countryside, and breathtaking flower fields stretching toward the horizon in vibrant carpets of color.


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    Their mission was straightforward: investigate the frequent malfunctions plaguing the village¡¯s windmills. As they inspected the damaged structures alongside the village technicians, Drifter found himself engaged in casual conversation with Alma about academy life and an arcane network drama she favored¡ªone about a sickly girl learning to love in a society where affection was forbidden for the ill and the weak. The title escaped him, but what caught his attention more was Alma herself. She seemed more cheerful than he had seen her in months. Yet, there was something peculiar about her newfound happiness¡ªhe recalled that even in the months following the Grakling accident, he had never once seen Alma and Nadia together as they always had been.


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    One night, as they stood guard by a windmill perched on Cavelia Hills, northwest of the village, the air suddenly grew heavy with the fluttering of wings. A swarm of Cinderflit¡ªlarge moths wreathed in purple flames descended upon the structure with frightening speed.


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    The team moved with practiced precision. From the backline, Alma''s Exalt Missiles and Luna''s Ice Spears struck down the Cinderflit swarming above. On the frontline, Caelus moved with lightning speed, his Auralis black spear crackling with purple electricity¡ªa blur as he thrust, charged, and cut down any that dared approach the windmill.


    Drifter supported both lines as needed, wielding spectral swords with effortless control¡ªhis right hand slashing with Exaltare, a dark gray sword, while his left conjured Exalt Bolt, blue projectiles that struck enemies from a distance.


    The Cinderflit retaliated, their flaming wings scorching the air around them. But Alma, with precise timing, cast Exalt Barrier, shielding the team just as a concentrated burst of fire threatened to engulf them.


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    As they decimated the last of the Cinderflit, the team retreated and reported back to the village chief, then remained in Cavelia for a few days to ensure no further disturbances.


    During their stay, Luna and Drifter barely exchanged a word. Meanwhile, Caelus, Drifter, and Alma engaged in their usual banter¡ªthough Alma, at times, seemed to direct her teasing toward Luna, as if trying to prod at the silence between her and Drifter. He couldn¡¯t make out their conversation, but Luna remained as unreadable as ever.


    After several nights without further attacks, they deemed the mission complete. The windmills returned to their steady rhythm, their runes glowing with renewed strength as they powered the village¡¯s many functions.


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    Another mission soon took Drifter to Stokirkbay, a bustling coastal town west of Nethia. The settlement, known for its thriving fishing industry, never slept¡ªboats constantly coming and going, laden with catches that would feed half the region. This time, his team consisted of Jaxon, Alina, and, once again, Luna¡ªher quiet presence a lingering shadow, a reminder of something he couldn''t quite place.


    Troubling reports had reached the town: increased undead activity along the shore and sea monsters emerging at night, threatening both lives and livelihoods. Their mission was to escort the fishermen during their nighttime expeditions, ensuring their safe passage through waters that had grown treacherous in more ways than one.


    On one particularly grim night, when the moon hid behind clouds thick as wool and the sea churned with unusual fervor, they encountered a sight that chilled even Drifter''s hardened soul. A fleet of spectral ships rose from the depths, their tattered sails catching a wind that did not exist. On their decks, undead sailors stirred¡ªhollow-eyed figures, their gaze burning with an ancient hunger.


    "No... they... they are coming!" a terrified fisherman cried.


    The group instantly materialized their weapons and sigils: Drifter''s sword Exaltare, Luna''s sigils glowing in her hands, Alina''s ice greatsword forming from ice particles, and Jaxon''s twin bowguns appearing in a flash of flames.


    The spectral undead poured from the ghostly ships in unnerving numbers. Jaxon and Luna remained on the fishing vessel, combining her Ice Bolts and Ice Spears with his Fiery Projectiles to demolish the approaching phantasmal fleet. Meanwhile, Alina and Drifter leapt to the offensive, clashing against the undead wielding spectral machetes.


    Alina carved through the attackers with ease, her mighty swings too powerful for them to parry. Drifter overwhelmed the rest with a relentless onslaught of his Spectral Swords, while cutting down those who got too close with precise slashes of Exaltare and bursts of energy projectiles.


    After what felt like an eternity, the last of the spectral forces fell. The team stood breathing heavily, exhaustion etched on their faces, while the fishermen looked on with expressions of profound relief as they steered the boat back to town.


    Upon their return, they reported to the Grandmaster about the situation. The decision came swiftly¡ªmore teams would be deployed, working in shifts, with the next team scheduled to replace them the following morning. With their duties fulfilled for now, they retired to a hotel for much-needed rest.


    As they ate together at the hotel restaurant, silence filled the air between them.


    Jaxon and Alina had noticed the tension too. The way they glanced between Drifter and Luna, the weight in their expressions¡ªit was clear they sensed the unspoken current passing between them.


    When they left the hotel restaurant, Alina and Luna moved back to their respective rooms first. Jaxon fell into step beside Drifter, his tone casual but pointed.


    "Hey, what happened, pal? Did she reject you?" he asked with a grin that didn''t quite reach his eyes.


    Drifter responded with a neutral tone, keeping his emotions carefully in check. "She rejected my proposal to come back home," he said simply.


    Jaxon sighed, then gave him a lighthearted wave as if to brush the subject aside.


    That night, back in his quarters, Drifter lay awake, his mind a storm of memories and suspicions.


    When sleep finally claimed him, his dreams were restless¡ªfilled with visions of purple flames and ships that sailed not upon the sea, but through the skies. At the helm of each one stood Luna, her gaze locked onto him as he ran across an endless beach that led nowhere.


    He woke with a sigh. Why was he dreaming of this?


    The next morning, they gathered in the lobby before departing for Nethia City and, later, returning to their respective quarters at the academy. Upon arriving at his room, Drifter glanced at his holographic calendar¡ªit was the sixth day of Voltis, a weekend.


    With a quiet exhale, he sank into his sofa, flipping through the channels on his large holographic display before settling on a comedy show featuring Mot and Reyjr. The momentary peace was abruptly interrupted by the sharp chime of his doorbell.


    He opened the door, and there she was¡ªLuna again. Drifter met her gaze with cold eyes.


    "What?" he asked, his tone flat.


    "There''s a situation in Azistile Town. We''ve lost contact with the investigation team," Luna said, her expression unreadable.


    Drifter recalled what he had read in the arcane network database. Azistile Town¡ªa peaceful settlement farther north in the Verm region, known for its beautiful agricultural fields. It seemed unbelievable that people could go missing from such a tranquil place.


    The sound of approaching footsteps drew his attention as Alina Walsh and Jaxon Virelli joined them in the corridor.


    "Hey, pal¡ªlooks like the fearless four are back together again," Jaxon quipped, leaning against the doorframe.


    Drifter set aside his personal feelings. Missing people. Likely dead. The situation was troubling, indeed.


    "Lost contact? What exactly is going on?" His cold gaze remained fixed on Luna.


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    "We''re not entirely sure yet. Reports of missing residents started coming in, and now the investigation team we sent has disappeared as well," she explained, her voice steady despite the gravity of her words.


    "Come in. Give me a moment," Drifter said, gesturing for them to enter.


    After ushering them into the living room, he ascended the stairs to gather his supplies, methodically filling his pouch with potions until it bulged. When he returned, his companions rose from the sofa, their attention drawn to his preparations.


    Jaxon''s eyes locked onto Drifter''s belt, now heavy with bottles. "Is this some kind of tradition for every mission now? What''s the plan, pal? Thinking of opening a potion shop in Azistile?"


    A thin smile crossed Drifter''s face. "Sure. But if you buy, it''ll cost you twice as much."


    Jaxon let out a hearty laugh, giving Drifter a friendly pat on the back. "But seriously, pal¡ªcan''t your belt hold any more?"


    "I didn''t expect you to be so obsessed with potions, Drifter," Alina said with a smile.


    Drifter merely shrugged, securing the last vial to his belt.


    "Lucky you''re not as much of a perfectionist as some people here," Jaxon added, smirking at Alina.


    She shot him a glare that could have frozen the air between them.


    "Okay, okay. Let''s go. We can''t waste any time," Jaxon said, rising from the sofa with raised hands in mock surrender.


    From the academy, the morning sun touched Drifter''s skin as they boarded the Skyrail, its gray form cutting through the air toward the city''s outskirts.


    As they arrive at Translocator, Without hesitation, Luna¡¯s fingers danced across the holographic interface. Ancient symbols blazed to life, and a brilliant blue light enveloped their group.


    Through the Translocator¡¯s fade, Azistile Town materialized before them. Vast grain farms and orchards stretched out, while a river wound through lush greenery, flowing past buildings made of stone and wood, painted in weathered hues. The cobbled streets led to an aged bridge, with a stone sign proclaiming Azistile Town. Atop a distant hill, an old gray building stood as a sentinel.


    A thick fog draped the silent streets, as if the very life had been drained from the air.


    A wooden sign creaked in the whispering wind: Evergreen Potion Shop. Luna stood before it, her posture rigid as she studied the empty road.


    The group moved toward the cracked bridge, Drifter following with careful steps. Beyond lay buildings like dark specters, their windows black and lifeless.


    Drifter watched as Luna took the lead, her sharp gaze scanning their surroundings. To his left, Alina crouched, her fingers tracing the stone path. Her eyes gleamed as she activated Enchanted Sight.


    "What happened? Nothing? No signs of an attack or any Evocyte traces," she murmured.


    "Spread out. Regroup in fifteen minutes," Luna commanded.


    They dispersed, but all returned empty-handed, drawn back together by the weight of their failure.


    "There. The mansion on the hill. We haven''t checked it yet," Luna said.


    Drifter¡¯s attention fixed on the looming structure, its multiple stories barely visible through the thickening murk.


    They ascended through the deepening fog, approaching their final destination.


    Without further words, they pressed forward, navigating through the increasingly dense mist toward the mansion.


    The mansion revealed itself in decay¡ªwalls split by cracks, draped in moss that wept down like verdant tears. Its pointed roof clawed at the gray sky, while a massive fountain stood dead, choked by years of neglect.


    The fog writhed unnaturally around the structure, and Jaxon''s voice cut through the silence. "Well... here we are. Who''s going in first?"


    Luna pushed open the heavy door, releasing a protesting groan. Inside, Evocyte lamps cast a feeble golden glow against the biting cold. Their footsteps echoed through empty halls.


    The main hall centered on a dust-covered table surrounded by worn furniture. There, on an ancient sofa, sat a little girl with pointed ears and pink twin-tails bound in ribbons. Her black and red dress contrasted sharply with unsettling crimson eyes. A wide smile split her face¡ªinnocent yet wrong. Two animated skeletons flanked her, their movements deliberate and unnatural.


    Luna halted abruptly.


    Drifter stepped forward, studying the child. "Hi there. What''s your name, little one?"


    The girl tilted her head, pink hair swaying without wind. She pointed a small finger. "I''m Vellya! Who are you? Are you here to visit me and my family?" Her cheerful voice carried an otherworldly weight.


    The air grew colder as the skeletons bowed in greeting. Jaxon offered a slight bow in return. "Good afternoon, sir and madam," he said evenly.


    Drifter kept his focus on the child. "Vellya, is this your home?"


    She tilted her head, smile unwavering. "Hmm, no... Vellya doesn''t have a home. But that''s okay! I''m happy as long as I''m with Papa and Mama!"


    "Why are you here, little girl?" Jaxon asked.


    "Eh... Vellya doesn''t know either, hehehe. I just woke up here. So weird, right? One minute I was walking in a meadow and resting under a tree, and then¡ªpoof!¡ªI''m here, hehe."


    "When did this happen, Vellya? How long have you been here?" Drifter pressed gently.


    "Hmm¡­ I think yesterday morning? Yeah, that sounds right!"


    Luna stepped forward sharply. "When you got here, was the town already like this? Empty and covered in fog?"


    "Yep! It was all foggy and quiet, just like now. Papa and Mama told me to stay here, though."


    "The report came in yesterday afternoon, and the team was dispatched immediately. But everything was already gone by morning? This started earlier than we thought," Luna muttered.


    Silent understanding passed between them. Drifter turned back to Vellya. "Thank you, Vellya. We''ll be on our way now."


    "Bye-bye! Come back soon!" she chirped.


    Outside, the fog tightened around them as evening descended. Luna stared at the closed door. "Something''s not right with that girl. And those skeletons... she''s controlling them. How is she even here alone?"


    "This doesn''t make any sense. None of it does," Alina said tersely.


    "She''s just a kid, Alina. Whatever''s happening, we can''t just leave her here," Drifter countered.


    Jaxon squeezed Drifter''s shoulder. "I mean, come on, Alina. Kid or not, she''s clearly in the middle of something weird, and weird''s kind of what we signed up for, isn''t it? We look out for people, period."


    Luna sighed heavily. "You two¡­ fine. But we need to be smart about this. No rushing in."


    Inside, they found Vellya awaiting their return. "You''re back! Want to play now?" she asked brightly.


    "Not right now, Vellya. Would it be okay if we looked around?" Drifter asked.


    "I''ll ask Mama and Papa!" She paused distantly before her smile returned. "They said yes!"


    The group dispersed through the mansion''s oppressive corridors. Ancient portraits tracked their movements while shadows danced in corners, bringing bone-deep cold. The wooden floors protested beneath their feet, echoing through the unnatural silence.


    Jaxon found only empty rooms and decay. In the library, Alina pored through dusty books filled with mundane records. Upstairs, Drifter and Luna discovered a photograph in a crumbling bedroom¡ªa silver-haired man and pink-haired woman, both with long ears and red eyes, captured in a moment of joy. Luna documented it with her Lumina Core.


    They regrouped as darkness fell. Vellya sat playing with her skeletal companions, directing their movements without words.


    "Anything?" Luna asked.


    "Nothing. Everything''s empty," Alina replied.


    "It''s just an old mansion. Nothing interesting here at all," Jaxon shrugged.


    Suddenly, Vellya froze. Her eyes went vacant as the skeletons dissolved into crimson particles. She rose slowly, her voice flat and empty. "They''re here."


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    Darkness consumed the mansion as every light flickered out. A whisper slithered through the silence: "...xsa...hra...vra..."


    Dark figures materialized from the shadows¡ªbipedal forms of pure blackness with gleaming red eyes. Their elongated arms ended in razor claws that struck with terrifying speed.


    "What''s happening?!" Alina said.


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    Drifter materialized his dark gray blade, Exaltare. The others followed¡ªLuna with her blue sigils, Jaxon with his twin bowguns, Emberstorm Crossfire, and Alina with her greatsword, Frostshard Legacy.


    "They''re the same as before..." Drifter murmured, memories of shadowy creatures aboard a doomed sky pirate ship flooding back.


    His eyes darted to Vellya, still motionless on the sofa, her expression vacant.


    Drifter instantly engaged the creatures, his Exaltare slicing through the air in streaks of blue. With each swing, spectral swords materialized, slashing in perfect sync. His left hand unleashed a relentless barrage of Exalt Bolt, blue projectiles tearing through the darkness.


    Jaxon activated Ashen Blitz, leaving trails of flame as he glided across the battlefield. His Emberstorm Crossfire, spat crimson death, each shot detonating in an explosive fury.


    Alina¡¯s Frostshard Legacy carved great arcs through the air, its icy edge shattering shadows into frozen shards.


    From behind, Luna stood unwavering, her hands weaving intricate sigils. Ice Bolts lanced forward, while Glacialis Lanzaris¡ªdeadly spears of ice¡ªpierced through their foes with precise, unyielding force.


    The creatures dissolved into nothingness under their assault.


    Yet the shadows kept coming, their numbers endless, slowly encircling the group.


    Jaxon''s grin widened, battle-light in his eyes. He raised Emberstorm Crossfire. "Volcanic Whirl!"


    He spun, unleashing a circular inferno of projectiles that lit the room like a deadly fireworks display. But their triumph was short-lived.


    A massive form of black mist appeared, its shapeless lower half trailing into nothing. At its center pulsed a purple core, wrapped in swirling darkness. Alina leapt at it with Frostshard Legacy, but her blade passed harmlessly through.


    "Why isn''t this working?!" she shouted in frustration.


    The creature''s response was a pulse of black and purple energy that shattered furniture into splinters. While the others dodged, Alina was caught in the blast, saved only by her protective barrier.


    Luna unleashed more Ice Bolts as Jaxon''s Emberstorm Crossfire filled the air with explosions. Drifter''s spectral swords slashed through the mist¡ªyet every attack passed through harmlessly.


    "What is this thing?..." Drifter muttered, studying the seemingly invincible foe.

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    The mist creature lunged, unleashing a barrage of black-and-purple pulses. The energy waves struck with force, triggering the group¡¯s natural barriers to form a protective shield¡ªtheir final defense. Amid the chaos, Vellya approached Drifter, her small smile twisting into an eerie grin. Her laughter echoed, unnatural and chilling.


    ¡°Hihihi,¡± she giggled, the sound sending a shiver down Drifter¡¯s spine. ¡°You can¡¯t hurt them...¡± Her tone was cold, devoid of the playful innocence from before.


    Raising her hand, crimson sigils flared around her like embers in the dark. With a sharp motion, she unleashed Blood Bolt, a crimson projectile that pierced the mist creature¡¯s core. A small rupture formed, but Vellya didn¡¯t stop. She followed with Bloodstorm, summoning swirling sigils that rained down sharp, blood-colored darts. The mist creature dissolved into nothingness.


    But before they could breathe, the black fog shifted. The creature reformed, whole and undamaged.


    Drifter turned to Vellya, his expression serious. The girl stood upright, her face emotionless, the spark in her eyes replaced by cold calculation. She lifted her head slightly, her voice low and sharp.


    ¡°Find the controller... they¡¯re here, somewhere. Fighting them is useless. They won¡¯t stop coming.¡±


    The weight of her words hung heavy as the shadows shifted ominously.


    Alina¡¯s eyes glowed as she activated Enchanted Sight. She spotted thin threads of dark energy stretching upward. Without hesitation, she sprinted toward the upper floor, the others close behind.


    In the dim bedroom, a figure stood motionless¡ªa featureless white mask and a black cloak trailing to the floor. The figure raised its hands, crimson sigils glowing. Dark shadows emerged, shifting and lunging with black claws.


    Alina darted forward, her body shrouded in icy layers as she activated Cerulion Dash. She swung her greatsword, unleashing Blauzorn Tempest, a swirling ice storm that obliterated the shadowy creatures.


    Behind her, Luna summoned Glacialis Lanzaris, launching spears of ice with blistering speed. Jaxon fired Heat Seeker, blazing projectiles streaking toward the masked figure. Drifter deployed Exalt Storm, igniting three glowing blue sigils that rained down energy blasts.


    The figure lifted its hands, a pulsating wave of blackness enveloping its body. The shadowy barrier absorbed the attacks, shattering in a blinding explosion. The mask cracked, pieces falling to the floor. A strand of pink hair slipped free, glinting in the dim light.


    The walls shifted, the oppressive blackness melting into unsettling beige tones. Drifter activated Exalt Shift, teleporting toward the figure, but his blade passed through empty air. The figure vanished, the window shattering violently. Alina rushed to the broken frame, spotting the figure riding a winged shadow beast into the night.


    Back in the hall, Vellya sat calmly, arranging her skeletal companions. Drifter approached her.


    ¡°Vellya¡­ those monsters. We saw someone in a black cloak upstairs. Who are they?¡±


    She tilted her head, touching her finger to her lips, her wide eyes innocent. ¡°Monsters? There are monsters here, big brother?¡±


    Luna frowned. ¡°She¡¯s hiding something.¡±


    Jaxon shook his head. ¡°Look at her eyes¡­ her movements. She doesn¡¯t know.¡±


    Drifter crouched beside Vellya. ¡°Vellya¡­ would you like to come with us? Back to the academy?¡±


    Her eyes widened, her smile spreading. She clapped her hands but hesitated, glancing at her skeletal companions. ¡°Really? But¡­ Mama and Papa¡­ what about them?¡±


    Jaxon grinned. ¡°They can come too. The academy¡¯s got room for all three of you.¡±


    Vellya¡¯s cheer returned, her eyes sparkling. ¡°Mama? Papa?¡± She froze, her gaze distant, as if listening to something only she could hear. Then her face lit up. ¡°They said yes! Let¡¯s go!


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    Alina shot a sharp glare at Drifter and Jaxon, her voice rising. ¡°Have you two lost your minds? What if something happens? Can you handle the consequences?¡±


    Luna, calm but doubtful, added, ¡°I agree with Alina. This is too dangerous. You¡¯re being reckless.¡±


    Drifter glanced at Vellya, her shoulders slumping under their words. Her bright demeanor faded, replaced by uncertainty. He exhaled slowly, his voice steady but tinged with empathy. ¡°She¡¯s just a kid. Don¡¯t you feel anything for her? No home, no family, no one to keep her safe¡­¡±


    Deep down, Drifter felt a connection to Vellya. Her loneliness mirrored his own. Memories of Paxluma, his lost home, flickered faintly¡ªvoices, faces, a sense of belonging now gone.


    Jaxon shrugged, his tone calm but pointed. ¡°We¡¯re peacekeepers, aren¡¯t we? Watching out for people like her is kind of the whole deal. Leaving her behind? That¡¯d be us failing the Evocaier Order, plain and simple.¡±


    Alina sighed. Drifter offered Jaxon a faint, appreciative smile. Luna, biting her lip. Finally, Luna exhaled sharply. ¡°Fine¡­ but we have to bring this to the Grandmaster. No exceptions.¡±


    Without another word, Alina and Luna turned toward the exit, Drifter and Jaxon following. Jaxon glanced back at Vellya, giving her a teasing grin. ¡°Come on, kiddo. Let¡¯s get moving.¡±


    Drifter nodded softly. ¡°Let¡¯s go, Vellya.¡±


    Vellya paused, her gaze distant. ¡°A home¡­ I wonder what that feels like¡­?¡±


    The group left Azistile Town, heading toward the Translocator. As they walked, Drifter glanced back at the looming mansion atop the hill. Doubts swirled in his mind. I just hope we¡¯re not wrong¡­ She can¡¯t be the one behind all of this¡­


    In a flash of blue light, the Translocator enveloped them, and they arrived in Nethia. greeted them with dazzling lights. The Skyrail carried them toward the Verm Evocaier Academy. Jaxon led Vellya to a room prepared for her, where an instructor awaited.


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    Drifter, Luna, and Alina walked toward the Grandhall, the silence thick except for the soft echo of their footsteps. As they entered, Grandmaster Lysander Everhart materialized in a projection. Luna stepped forward.


    ¡°Grandmaster, we¡¯ve returned. The mission to Azistile Town¡­ was far more complex than we anticipated,¡± she said.


    ¡°What did you uncover?¡± Lysander¡¯s voice was sharp.


    ¡°We couldn¡¯t determine the cause of the town¡¯s disappearance, but we were attacked. Shadows and dark mist¡ªcreatures immune to our Evocyte abilities. They were controlled by a masked figure, cloaked in black and wielding crimson sigils,¡± Luna explained.


    Alina added with a biting edge, ¡°They were impervious to everything we threw at them. We only survived because of her.¡±


    Lysander¡¯s gaze tightened. ¡°Her? Who?¡±


    ¡°A young girl. We found her in an old mansion overlooking the town, accompanied by two skeletons she called her parents. Her name is Vellya. She fought the creatures using crimson sigils,¡± Drifter said.


    Luna continued, ¡°She¡¯s unstable. Sometimes, she¡¯s just a child¡ªsweet and curious. But other times¡­¡±


    Alina interrupted, her voice sharp, ¡°¡ªshe¡¯s a threat. She needs to be closely monitored.¡±


    Lysander¡¯s fingers tapped the armrest. ¡°Crimson sigils¡­ blood magic¡­ Forbidden magic. And you brought her here? To the academy?¡±


    ¡°Yes, Grandmaster. It wasn¡¯t safe to leave her there. Not alone,¡± Drifter replied.


    Lysander leaned back, sighing. ¡°I agree with your decision. The girl must be protected, but she cannot be left unsupervised. Assign two instructors to monitor her at all times.¡±


    Luna and Alina still seemed uneasy, their faces betraying their doubts.


    ¡°Grandmaster, have you encountered creatures like these before?¡± Luna asked.


    ¡°If they aren¡¯t the usual undead, then it¡¯s likely the black mist¡ªperhaps Nebelgeist,¡± Lysander said, his tone grave.


    Nebelgeist? Luna echoed.


    ¡°Ancient beings, bound by Blood Magic, created long ago. They have no true form but wield influence over our world. If I¡¯m correct, only Blood Magic can harm them,¡± Lysander explained.


    ¡°For now, seal off Azistile Town. No one enters until we understand what we¡¯re dealing with. This threat is too dangerous to underestimate.¡±


    They nodded.


    ¡°One more thing. Blood Magic has stirred an old memory. Have you heard of the Eternal Keeper?¡± Lysander asked.


    ¡°Eternal Keeper, Grandmaster?¡± Luna asked.


    ¡°An ancient order obsessed with power that transcends death. They practiced Blood Magic. If the Nebelgeist and the disappearances are connected to them, we are facing something far older¡ªand more dangerous¡ªthan we imagined,¡± Lysander warned.


    ¡°Watch the girl. Protect her. But remember¡ªknowledge is a double-edged sword. We cannot allow it to fall into the wrong hands.¡±


    ¡°Understood, Grandmaster,¡± they all replied.


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    As they returned to their quarters, Drifter''s mind raced as he stared at the ceiling.


    Is this related to the Cult of Shadronis? Or something else entirely? Or worse... both?


    The next morning, still lying in bed, Drifter''s Lumina Core chimed. He reached for it and read the message from Luna.


    "Morning. Come to my quarters. Now."


    What does she want now? he thought. She¡¯s never invited me to her room before¡­


    With that in mind, he got ready and left. As he walked toward Luna¡¯s quarters, he spotted Jaxon in the distance and approached him.


    "Hey, pal¡­ let me guess¡ª they called you too, huh?" Jaxon said.


    "Yeah." Drifter replied.


    "What do you think they want? Don¡¯t tell me it¡¯s for a date?" Jaxon teased.


    "Keep dreaming." Drifter shot back.


    The two stopped in front of the door, and Jaxon knocked. When it opened, Luna stood there, dressed in a simple black dress, without her usual coat. She gave them a curt nod.


    "Come in."


    The room was bathed in muted gray tones, dominated by a black leather sofa and a minimalist glass coffee table. Alina sat on the sofa, her expression blank as she regarded them in silence.


    "Took you long enough." Alina said, looking at them.


    "There¡¯s something you both need to know. We found a lead." Luna said.


    "A lead?" Drifter echoed.


    "Last night, Alina and I went through the Vytros Seal Database. We scoured the entire Arcane Network. There¡¯s nothing¡ªno trace of the Eternal Keeper. Not a single mention." Luna explained.


    "So¡­ we¡¯re chasing a ghost, huh?" Jaxon muttered.


    "Either it¡¯s a story that¡¯s been deliberately erased, or one that¡¯s been forgotten for centuries. I don¡¯t know which is worse." Luna admitted.


    She hesitated before adding, "But that¡¯s not all."


    "The mansion in Azistile Town¡ªit¡¯s registered to an Elven couple. They owned a large farming estate there, wealthy landowners. There¡¯s a strong possibility that¡­ Vellya is their daughter. The resemblance between her and the woman in the records is too strong to ignore."


    Raising her Lumina Core, she projected a holographic image into the air. It showed a silver-haired man with pointed ears and crimson eyes standing beside a pink-haired woman with shoulder-length hair. The two were laughing, their faces radiating warmth and joy.


    "Anything unusual in their records? About their work or connections?" Jaxon asked.


    "Nothing. No history of Blood Magic, no ties to the Eternal Keeper. They seemed like regular citizens¡­ until they vanished without a trace." Luna said.


    She exhaled sharply. "I don¡¯t know what¡¯s worse¡­ learning who her parents were and knowing they¡¯re gone, or realizing she¡¯s been living among their bones."


    Silence settled over the room.


    After a while, Jaxon clapped his hands together. "Hey, since it¡¯s Lundas, how about we actually enjoy our day off for once? Let¡¯s grab something to eat. Fair deal?"


    They exchanged glances, but Alina was the first to smile.


    "Yeah, let¡¯s go¡­ I¡¯m actually hungry too."


    "How about you two?" she asked.


    "Okay." Luna agreed.


    "I¡¯m in." Drifter said.


    "Well then, let¡¯s go!" Jaxon grinned.


    With Jaxon¡¯s Alcherider, Efrenza, they traveled to Nethia City. Drifter had expected them to head to the Commercial and Entertainment District, but instead, they found themselves at a towering outdoor restaurant on the outskirts, where the breeze was crisp, and ice-capped mountains loomed in the distance.


    Alina and Jaxon kept the conversation lively, filling the air with chatter, while Drifter and Luna remained mostly silent.


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    After their meal, they explored the city together¡ªthe grand theaters, the simulated opera reenacting the tale of Shining Virtue, the first Grandmaster and the hero of the Elysium Civil War. She was the one who established the Evocaier Order alongside the three greatest organizations of Elysium: the Mage Association, the Eye of Elysium, and the Holy Knight Covenant, which she herself had led.


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    By the time they returned, night had fallen.


    Drifter couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that this was Jaxon and Alina¡¯s way of trying to make him ease up on Luna. As he glanced at her, guilt gnawed at him.


    What if I was wrong? he wondered. But the way she acts¡­ it¡¯s like nothing ever happened.


    Back in his quarters, Drifter¡¯s Lumina Core chimed again. He checked the message. It was from Luna.


    "Meet me tomorrow at the research center¡­ it¡¯s about the cube."


    Excitement and curiosity stirred within him. What did they finally find?


    With that thought in mind, he drifted off to sleep.

 Chapter 19: Into the Heart of the Abyss

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    Drifter awoke to the soft glow of his Lumina Core displaying 07:07. After completing his morning routine, he left his quarters and began the long walk to the research center. With each step, the questions swirled in his mind¡ªhad Luna discovered something new? Was it finally time for another operation to retake Paxluma?


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    He walked toward the towering white building, its sterile interior with white walls and floors. He entered the elevator, which took him to the seventh floor. A few more steps, and he finally arrived at the main chamber. The Black Cube was gripped by a massive mechanical claw, surrounded by a diamond-like energy barrier. Researchers in white uniforms worked diligently around it. His gaze locked onto Luna Sabriel.


    She stood wrapped in concentration, her fingers weaving patterns across a holographic interface. When she finally looked up, her words cut straight to his core.


    "Morning, are you still hearing the whispers?"


    The question grated against his expectations. After coming all this way... Disappointment gnawed at his resolve.


    ¡°I haven¡¯t heard them... since that day,¡± Drifter replied.


    ¡°I see... That¡¯s good,¡± Luna said.


    Suddenly, a heavy sensation pressed against Drifter¡¯s head, like an invisible weight. His vision blurred, and faint distorted voices echoed again.


    ¡°I hear it again. The whispers are back,¡± he muttered, holding his head.


    ¡°We need to leave. Now,¡± Luna said urgently.


    They quickly left the building and stepped into the green, peaceful scenery outside.


    ¡°It seems the whispers only return when you¡¯re near the Cube,¡± Luna said.


    Drifter¡¯s concern grew. ¡°Have you found anything about it?¡±


    Luna sighed. ¡°It might be connected to other artifacts... from the era of the First Holy Emperor.¡±


    She activated her Lumina Core, projecting an image of an ancient inscription. The carving depicted a long-haired man seated on a throne, with a large, glowing cube-shaped artifact behind him.


    ¡°So... the mass enslavement from the past is tied to this Cube?¡± Drifter asked.


    Luna nodded slightly. ¡°It¡¯s possible. According to the ancient Selvarian inscriptions, this artifact created their golden age¡ªconquering the world, enslaving nations, uniting Vesteria. If not for the Celestial Sentinel, we might still be their slaves.¡±


    ¡°There¡¯s no way the Empire would let this be known. Where did you get this information?¡± Drifter asked.


    Luna hesitated. ¡°From Chimia. She¡¯s the head of the expedition team tracing the Cube¡¯s remnants, from ruins to legends.¡±


    Drifter¡¯s gaze sharpened. This was his chance. He had waited long enough.


    ¡°If that¡¯s true... this artifact is too dangerous. With that kind of power, sooner or later, the empire¡ªor any nation¡ªwill come after it,¡± he said.


    ¡°I need clearance to approach Paxluma. Not to enter, just close enough,¡± He added.


    Luna¡¯s expression hardened. ¡°No. You know what happened there. I won¡¯t risk it.¡±


    As Luna turned away, Drifter''s frustration burst forth. He stepped closer, his body tense with conviction.


    ¡°Seven hundred years... can you really be sure the Cataclysmaris will stay dormant forever? Sitting idle gets us nowhere¡ªit¡¯s no different from surrendering. And technology?¡± He scoffed. ¡°It means nothing against the Abyssal Breach.¡±


    He watched Luna grip her white coat, her breathing heavy with the weight of his words. His patience was running thin. He compared his life to hers¡ªshe had grown up in a peaceful environment. She would never understand the years he spent fighting, never seeing the sun, abandoning the dreams of his youth. All of them... they¡¯ll never understand me, he thought.


    ¡°Please... While there¡¯s still time, I will go there. Before it¡¯s too late,¡± he declared.


    After a long pause, Luna finally replied softly. ¡°I¡¯ll speak to Grandmaster Lysander. But I can¡¯t promise anything.¡±


    Drifter nodded. ¡°Thank you.¡±


    It had been a long time since he¡¯d last said that to her.


    That evening in his quarters, Paxluma haunted his thoughts like a relentless shadow. Food turned to ash in his mouth, and the news broadcasts passed before his eyes without leaving an impression. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore.


    Morning brought no relief. He contacted Luna immediately, desperation driving him.


    ¡°Drifter? What¡¯s wrong?¡± Luna asked via Lumina Core visual, her brow slightly raised.


    ¡°Sorry to bother you. I just wanted to know¡­ has the Grandmaster made a decision about Paxluma?¡± he asked.


    ¡°They¡¯re still deliberating. You know the risks. Paxluma¡­ it¡¯s not an easy decision,¡± Luna replied.


    ¡°I understand. Thank you for asking. I truly appreciate it,¡± Drifter said.


    As Luna''s projection faded, solitude embraced him once more. His gaze drifted between Vina''s Elysian Ward Stone and Mina''s device, each item a silent witness to his growing obsession.. He began to make plans, driven by the relentless curiosity about what had happened at Paxluma over the past 700 years. It was a desire that defied reason.


    For three nights, he attempted to reach her again, but the answer remained unchanged. Finally, he could wait no longer.


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    The night embraced him as he moved through the corridors of Verm Evocaier Academy. His steps were soft against the polished floors, the cold air brushing past him as he made his way to the underground garage. There, his Alcherider Zenith waited. As the vehicle ascended to street level, a sudden white flash appeared to his right. Instinctively, he gestured his hand to stop the Zenith.


    In front of him stood teal Alcherider Ferocia¡ªan elegant frame with narrow, horizontal headlights glowing faintly. Drifter powered down the Zenith. From Ferocia''s cockpit, Luna Sabriel emerged.


    Disappointment and suspicion warred in his mind. His carefully laid plans now balanced on a knife''s edge.


    ¡°What are you doing, Luna? Are you here to stop me?¡± Drifter asked coldly.


    ¡°No. If you¡¯re going, I¡¯m coming with you. It¡¯s too dangerous to face this alone,¡± Luna replied.


    Before Drifter could respond, Alina, from the other seat in the Ferocia, opened the door and stepped out.


    ¡°Tsk¡­ We¡¯re not letting you go alone,¡± Alina said.


    Drifter studied them both carefully, searching for hidden motives. Luna''s face remained unreadable, while Alina stood firm in her resolve. Doubt crept through his mind ¨C were they truly here to help, or were they the Grandmaster''s instruments? Could this be an elaborate trap, culminating in his death? Yet even these dark possibilities couldn''t deter him now.


    He nodded slowly.


    ¡°Thank you,¡± he said.


    Luna offered a faint smile in return, but Drifter thought it was just another act.


    They returned to their vehicles, the gentle hum of antigravity engines filling the air. The Ferocia took point with the Zenith following close behind. As they left the Safety Zone of Nethia City, their journey through East Verm Plain took on an ominous air. Not a single Alcherider crossed their path. Though monsters occasionally appeared along the road, they managed to avoid any confrontation. Finally, after what felt like hours, the Frontier Outpost came into view¡ªa towering metallic fortress standing sentinel against the horizon. Their vehicles glided to a stop in the outpost''s parking area, and Drifter emerged alongside Luna and Alina, moving with purpose toward the gates where guards stood watch.


    The guards asked for their IDs. The three complied, raising their wrists to display their Lumina Cores while the guards checked and confirmed their identities against the database.


    ¡°What is your purpose here?¡± one of the guards asked.


    ¡°Routine inspection for the novices. We need to ensure they can manage the stress of being this close to Area Zero,¡± Alina replied.


    ¡°Proceed,¡± the guard said.


    Alina nodded politely. ¡°Thank you.¡±


    Just inside, beneath a small archway, Alina paused. She tap her Lumina Core. A soft blue glow illuminated a holographic map of the Frontier Outpost¡ªglowing blue hexagons marking system areas, while shimmering circles represented the patrolling Mistral Quartz Orbs. Then, in a gesture that gave Drifter pause, she removed her Lumina Core and handed it to Luna.


    ¡°Here, Luna. I¡¯ll distract them,¡± Alina said.


    ¡°We¡¯ll be back,¡± Luna said.


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    ¡°Thank you,¡± Drifter said.


    ¡°Just promise me you¡¯ll both come back. Drifter, look out for her,¡± Alina said.


    ¡°I will,¡± Drifter replied.


    "I don''t need anyone looking out for me, Alina," Luna''s said.


    Drifter watched as Alina approached the patrolling guards as she drew them into conversation. The guards'' attention shifted entirely to her animated discussion, leaving Luna free to act. She activated Alina''s Lumina Core, bringing up the outpost map they''d seen moments before. With practiced precision, she tapped a hexagonal node, watching it fade before leading the way. Drifter followed close behind as they navigated corridor after corridor, carefully avoiding the watchful Mistral Quartz Orbs. Luna consulted her Lumina Core periodically, each glance guiding them closer to their objective. At the metallic balcony, Drifter took Luna''s hand. Their eyes met briefly before their bodies began to glow with shimmering blue particles. In an instant, they vanished.


    The barren landscape materialized before them, and immediately Drifter felt the oppressive weight of the air pressing down. His Lumina Cores displayed 1:07 as they found shelter beneath a gnarled tree. Drifter employed his Telekinesis, carefully lifting away branches to gather woods. Luna use a small red orb item, tossing it into the gathered wood. With a subtle flicker, a campfire sparked to life.


    They worked in silence, each setting up their own tent with basic amenities¡ªa bedroll and chair arranged around the fire''s glow. Drifter sat lost in contemplation, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames while Luna settled on the ground across from him, methodically sorting through her bag of supplies and rations.


    As they settled around the fire, a worn photograph slipped from Luna''s bag. She retreated to her tent as Drifter gently retrieved it, glimpsing a young dark-haired girl with an older man.


    "Sorry, is this yours?" he called softly.


    Luna froze at his words, her eyes fixed on the photograph. She reached out with deliberate slowness, fingers tracing its worn edges.


    "Thank you," she whispered.


    "Your family?" he asked.


    Luna didn''t look up. "My grandfather," she said after a moment, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire.


    Drifter observed the way Luna''s eyes softened as she gazed at the photograph, noting how she seemed to cradle it like a precious treasure. The absence of any parents in the photo struck him as peculiar, though he kept this observation to himself.


    After a while, Luna tucked the photograph away and glanced up at him. "What about your family?"


    The question caught him off guard. Luna had never shown interest in his personal life before, and for a moment, he wrestled with how to respond. Ultimately, he chose honesty.


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    Luna didn''t respond immediately. When she did, her voice had lost its usual edge. "I know what that''s like."


    Drifter looked up, studying her across the flames. Something had shifted between them. His earlier suspicions about her motives suddenly seemed paranoid. If she''d wanted to trap him, the Frontier Outpost would have been the perfect place. Yet here she was, sharing this moment with him, showing a vulnerability he hadn''t expected.


    Luna pulled her knees to her chest, eyes reflecting the firelight. "Before all this happened... what did you do? Before joining the Order, I mean."


    Drifter exhaled slowly. "Nothing special. Just another mage in the Association. Studied magic, took on small missions when I could get them." He shrugged. "My life was... normal. Peaceful. Then the Cataclysmaris appeared, and everything changed. I abandoned my studies and picked up the Arcane Saber. Trained until I couldn''t stand." He gestured vaguely at the wasteland around them. "And now here we are."


    He tossed his stick into the fire. "What about you? Why did you join?"


    "It wasn''t complicated," Luna said, absently arranging small stones near her feet. "Grandmaster Lysander was my teacher. I just... followed him."


    Drifter nodded slowly. Her answer made sense, but something in her tone suggested there was more to it. Still, her connection to Lysander nagged at him¡ªthere was still a possibility of betrayal, though he found himself hoping his fears were unfounded.


    The fire crackled in the silence. Drifter cleared his throat.


    "Just so you know," he said, attempting to lighten the mood, "I snore. Loudly. Really loudly. You might want earplugs."


    A faint smile tugged at Luna''s lips. "I''ll manage."


    Drifter''s quiet laugh broke the tension. When he looked at Luna again, she was staring into the flames, lips parting slightly before closing again, whatever she''d considered saying left unspoken.


    They sat in comfortable silence until the fire died down to glowing embers. Eventually, they retreated to their separate tents, leaving the darkness and silence of the wasteland outside¡ªa momentary peace before whatever dangers awaited them tomorrow.


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 Chapter 20. Echoes of the Past, Bonds of the Present

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    Darkness enveloped Drifter and Luna Sabriel as they gathered their supplies, their footsteps echoing through the barren hills. Above them, the sky transformed dramatically, weaving streams of black, purple, and green light through the clouds. Drifter felt the air grow dense around him, an invisible weight pressing down on his shoulders.


    Luna stopped suddenly. Her eyes were fixed on her Lumina Core, its surface displaying 6:07 before the signal icon flickered and died.


    "The Lumina Core has lost connection," she said, meeting his gaze with concern.


    "We''re close," Drifter murmured, his eyes sweeping across the fractured ground. A familiar sensation washed over him¡ªeven after 700 years, this place remained unchanged.


    Then he heard it: a whisper, its voice smooth with distortion.


    "You''ve come, my dear... I''ve been waiting for you..."


    A chill silvered his spine as he stopped, scanning his surroundings. Luna studied his tense posture.


    "Is something wrong?" she asked.


    "I hear something," he said softly.


    Luna moved closer, her attention drawn to the churning sky. "From that ridge, we might be able to see the remains of Paxluma," she offered quietly.


    As they advanced, Drifter sensed a change. The world''s crack sounded faint at first, then grew louder¡ªthe same sound from when Cataclymaris came. His surroundings blurred, then sharpened. The sound built to a crescendo until finally, he looked up to see the world itself crack open. Swarms of oval and round black creatures¡ªOrthupinels¡ªdescended upon them.


    They materialized their weapons in unison: Luna''s blue sigils gleaming in her hands, Drifter''s Exaltare dark gray sword materializing in his grip. A rain of tendrils mixed with red orbs surrounded them. To his surprise, Drifter found he could see their movements with unprecedented clarity, anticipating each attack. He slashed through tendrils with ease, evading their barrage. When he fired an Exalt Bolt at seemingly empty space, the creatures emerged exactly where he''d aimed, their cores shattering into nothingness.


    What''s happening to me? This has never happened before, he thought, noting his steady heartbeat and relaxed focus. His spectral swords materialized, destroying everything around him as he moved closer to Luna.


    She fought with equal precision, her Ice Lances and Ice Bolts targeting the cores perfectly. As she unleashed Glacialis Dominus, a sudden burst of ice erupted around her, forming a frozen field that halted the rain of tendrils midair. In that moment, the tips of her hair transformed into a shimmering blue. She countered with a relentless barrage of enhanced ice attacks, each bolt and spear surrounded by a radiant silver aura. The creatures were instantly vanquished¡ªerased without even needing to strike their cores.


    As the final creature vanished, another world crack split the sky. New swarms of Orthupinels emerged, accompanied by three Direntica-class Cataclysmaris¡ªblack skeletal humanoids that typically required four Evocaiers to defeat. Drifter recalled how most first-timers fell to these beings. He glanced at Luna, whose expression remained unreadable despite the cold sweat breaking out on her skin.


    Standing beside Luna in her Glacialis Dominus ice field, Drifter kept his eyes on her as the Orthupinels unleashed another wave of tendrils. He engaged them methodically, his blade finding core after core. When he sensed a presence beside him, he instinctively thrust his sword backward. A glance confirmed he''d caught a Direntica mid-attack, its dark spear arm dissolving as it vanished.


    Drifter noticed faint runes briefly appearing beneath Luna''s feet as she moved. When another Direntica materialized behind her, an ice explosion caught it mid-strike, shattering it into frozen shards as Glacialis Burst triggered the rune trap she had planted.


    The second one''s dark spear met her materialized ice shield just as Drifter executed an Exalt Shift, dissolving into blue particles and reappearing behind the creature. His blade found the core hidden in its shifting armor on its left shoulder, and the Direntica vanished.


    With the Direnticas defeated, Drifter''s heartbeat steadied further. Together, they cut through the remaining Orthupinels in a blur of blue streaks¡ªhis sword, spectral swords, and blue projectiles weaving seamlessly with Luna''s ice spells, their movements now synchronized with newfound precision.


    Drifter turned to her. "I never thought you could handle Cataclysmaris so well."


    Luna paused, her expression unreadable as she met his gaze. "I practice a lot," she said simply, then resumed their walk toward their destination.


    As they crested the barren hill, Drifter''s eyes widened at the sight before them. A vast black chasm gaped like an open wound in the earth, the Abyssal Breach roiling above along with swarms of Gravephoma¡ªmassive, floating amoeboid Cataclysmaris. Wild black clouds swirled violently, punctuated by flashes of lightning. Where the city had once stood, there was only an endless void.


    "Paxluma... it''s... gone. Everything," he murmured.


    Drifter stood motionless, his gaze fixed on the swirling void where his home had once stood. Memories pressed in like an unbearable weight.


    "Dear, wake up... it''s already noon." A woman''s gentle voice echoed in his mind.


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    "Find yourself a nice girl, settle down, and stop wasting your days on that alchemy," the older man said.


    "Hey, check out my painting... pretty cool, right?" A young man''s voice rang out.


    Luna stepped closer, her wide eyes scanning the devastation. "This... it can''t be," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly. "I''m so sorry."


    Drifter barely registered her words, though his shoulders stiffened for the briefest moment. The place, the land, the history¡ªeverything that gave it meaning... gone. Just like that.


    Luna lowered her head, her hands balling into fists at her sides. Her blue eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but she couldn''t bring herself to speak. She glanced at Drifter, but he remained unmoving, his gaze lost to the dark chasm before them. The air grew colder still, the silence pressing down like a weight neither could lift.


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    Drifter caught the flicker of emotion she tried to hide and took a deep breath. "What really happened here?" he asked.


    Luna hesitated, then shook her head. "I don¡¯t know¡­ but we need to go. It¡¯s not safe."


    Drifter turned his gaze back to the chasm. The Void seemed to call to him, pulling him toward it, but he knew better. With a short, heavy breath, he turned away. His first step felt like it defied gravity itself, then another, forcing himself to move.


    They descended the hill in silence. Drifter cast one last glance over his shoulder. I clung to the hope that I could at least lay them to rest, he thought, but there''s nothing left¡ªjust nothing. So what''s the point of all those years of struggle?


    He closed his eyes briefly and continued walking.


    Their journey back to the Frontier Outpost became a gauntlet of endless combat against the Cataclysmaris horde. With each encounter, Drifter consumed more potions to restore his depleted Evocyte energy. His body grew numb, his head pounding and vision blurring from the overuse of potions. Only when they finally left the Abyssal Breach area, where the dark clouds no longer loomed, did Drifter feel a slight relief in his chest, despite the lingering pain.


    As they neared the outpost, a smooth, distorted voice whispered in his ear: "My Dear... We will meet again..."


    Drifter stopped abruptly, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the treeline. There was nothing¡ªonly leaves stirred by the morning breeze.


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    Luna paused and turned to him. "Something wrong?" she asked softly.


    Drifter forced a faint smile. "No¡­ I''m fine. Just tired, that¡¯s all."


    Luna studied him longer than usual but remained silent as they continued walking.


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    At the Outpost gates, several Evocaier Order guards stood waiting, clad in full-body suits resembling air filtration equipment. One stepped forward.


    It seemed sneaking back had already failed. Panic gripped him¡ªhe knew that breaching protocol meant the death penalty.


    "Drifter and Luna Sabriel. You''re expected."


    They exchanged brief glances before removing their Lumina Cores. Luna''s expression was unreadable. She must know the punishment, Drifter thought, but unbelievably, she still looks like that.


    The suited guard took their devices and led them through the gates to a heavy door pulsing with magical energy. Beyond it lay a small, white room enclosed by a Magic Barrier and an air filtration system. In the silence that followed, Drifter¡¯s thoughts turned dark.


    This is my fault... I just hope they don¡¯t punish her.


    He watched as Luna sat quietly beside him.


    Hours later, the door creaked open.


    "The Grandmasters are ready to see you. Follow me," a guard announced.


    They rose in silence, secured their returned devices, and followed. The rectangular room that awaited them had white walls, divided by glass partitions, with another air filtration system in place. Seated behind a long table were four Grandmasters, each clad in a full air filtration suit: Amisha Kaputri, Mina Hildebrand, Lysander Everhart, and Ragnar Ashmane. Their expressions were solemn.


    Drifter wondered why they weren¡¯t using a projection as usual.


    As he glanced around, he noticed Luna¡¯s calm expression, despite the slight tension at her lips.


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    Luna straightened her shoulders. "I take full responsibility for my actions. I apologize for violating protocol and accept any consequences deemed appropriate."


    Drifter stepped forward, his voice firm. "This is on me. Luna only went because of me. I brought her there, knowing the risks. If there''s blame, it''s mine to bear."


    "You both understand the gravity of your actions," Ragnar said, his tone severe. "According to Protocol VII, Paragraph 13, venturing into Paxluma without authorization is a breach punishable by death. Do you grasp what that means for you?"


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    Although Drifter already knew, hearing it aloud made his stomach clench. He glanced at Luna, who turned her gaze away, fixing it on some distant point.


    "What do you have to say in your defense?" Ragnar''s steely gaze bore into them.


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    Drifter hesitated, then exhaled to steady himself, resigning to his fate. His lifelong goal was gone now¡ªwhat was the point of fighting anymore?


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    Drifter clenched his fists, his voice low but steady. ¡°This is on me. If anyone has to die for this, let it be me. Just¡­ leave her out of it.¡±


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    Luna¡¯s head snapped toward him, her calm mask slipping for just a moment. Her eyes widened, a flicker of something¡ªfear, perhaps, mixed with concern.


    Lysander¡¯s expression darkened, his voice thick with regret. ¡°The rules are clear, Luna. I¡¯m sorry.¡±


    Ragnar¡¯s arms were crossed, his tone unyielding. ¡°If we make exceptions, the Order falls apart. Rules are rules.¡±


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    Drifter''s eyes widened, a mix of anger and guilt swelling within him. The rule itself was absurd¡ªwhy would they execute them for something like this? They hadn''t put anyone in danger. Yet he knew that defiance would likely be futile. Still, he decided to bargain once more.


    As the guards stepped forward to take them away, Drifter turned back, his voice breaking. ¡°Please.,,, At least spare her. This was my idea. My fault. Just¡­ let her live.¡±


    Mina and Amisha exhaled heavily, hands on their heads. Ragnar remained with crossed arms while Lysander held his chin in his hand, looking sad and pitying.


    Luna turned to Drifter, her smile faint but unwavering. ¡°It¡¯s alright,¡± she said softly.


    Then she faced the Grandmasters, her posture straight and her tone steady. ¡°I¡¯ll accept the punishment. But I have one request. Don¡¯t tell the Academy the truth. If they hear we were executed for breaking protocol, it¡¯ll only turn them against the Order. Tell them we died fighting Cataclysmaris. And¡­¡± She paused, placing her Lumina Core on the table. ¡°Please give this to Alina. She¡¯ll understand.¡±


    Her gaze shifted to Lysander, her voice softening. ¡°Thank you, Grandmaster. It was an honor to learn from you.¡±


    Lysander¡¯s eyes flickered away, his jaw tightening as he gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. His hands, resting on the table, trembled faintly.


    Ragnar¡¯s stern expression faltered for a moment, his voice quieter now. ¡°Your request is granted. Is there¡­ anything else?¡±


    Drifter looked at Luna, guilt washing over him. She was really going to die just because of his fault. He bit his lips, wanting to plead again, but his rage continued to build. Still, his rational mind prevailed. If he attacked the Grandmasters, the Order would crumble, and the lives of Alma, Friedrich, and others might suffer because of it.


    Hopeless, they were taken by the guards to the execution chamber where death penalty chairs awaited them.


    Mina sighed, rubbing her temples. ¡°Ragnar, the rule was written four centuries ago. Times have changed. We can¡¯t keep clinging to the past.¡±


    Amisha gave a small, knowing smile. "Then let¡¯s revise it. No time like the present."


    Ragnar¡¯s eyes narrowed, his tone biting. ¡°Convenient, isn¡¯t it? Rewriting the rules to suit yourselves. Do you even realize the risk? If they¡¯re infected, we¡¯re all dead.¡±


    Drifter didn''t know what disease they were talking about. As far as he remembered, even 700 years ago, there was no disease related to the Abyss. Perhaps something had been discovered in the future.


    Amisha crossed her arms, her voice firm but calm. ¡°And what if they¡¯re clean? Punishing them for a risk that might not even exist¡ªhow is that fair?¡±


    Ragnar¡¯s jaw tightened, his tone cutting. ¡°You haven¡¯t seen what I¡¯ve seen. A single mistake and it¡¯s not just them¡ªit¡¯s everyone. Millions. And there¡¯s no coming back from that.¡±


    Mina''s voice steady but firm. ¡°Ragnar, the incubation period tops out at three days. If they¡¯re clean by then, they¡¯re clean. Why not make that the rule? It¡¯s safe, and it¡¯s fair.¡±


    Lysander nodded, his voice thoughtful. ¡°The old rules were written for a different time. No one¡¯s broken them in centuries¡ªuntil now. Indefinite quarantine doesn¡¯t make sense anymore. A week is enough to know.¡±


    Amisha folded her arms, her gaze steady. ¡°I agree. Seven days. It¡¯s fair, and it works.¡±


    Ragnar hesitated, his stern expression faltering for a moment. Finally, he let out a sharp breath. ¡°Fine. But if this backfires, it¡¯s on all of you.¡±


    With the decision made, Drifter and Luna were returned to their white room for quarantine.


    Inside the white room, curiosity stirred within him about the disease they had mentioned. He searched the nearby Magisterial Console for "Paxluma/Area Zero disease" and uncovered information about Ameviora disease¡ªan infection caused by Eviora microorganisms from the Abyssal Breach. It was airborne and transmissible through direct contact, with an incubation period ranging from hours to three days. Early symptoms typically included fever, blackened skin, and difficulty breathing.


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    It seemed that an outbreak had occurred 400 years ago when the reserve team from the first expedition returned. The disease spread rapidly across Vesteria, resulting in a catastrophic pandemic that claimed billions of lives. Disease control efforts were severely hindered, as no definitive treatment was available. However, some individuals appeared to have a natural immunity, which allowed researchers to study potential vaccines. Yet, before a cure could be developed, the disease had already stopped spreading, and no new cases had been recorded since then.


    As he read, a chill ran down his spine. He glanced at Luna, her expression tense as she studied the same information.


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    Eight days later, Drifter and Luna were brought to a white room where the Grandmasters awaited them.


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    Amisha nodded, her tone gentle but firm. ¡°You made it through. That¡¯s what matters.¡±


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    Lysander¡¯s shoulders relaxed, and though he didn¡¯t say much, the faint smile on his face spoke volumes. Meanwhile, Ragnar gave a slight nod, his expression unreadable.


    Drifter dipped his head respectfully, his voice steady but soft. ¡°Thank you, Grandmasters. Your decision¡­ it means more than I can say.¡±


    Luna stood beside him, her hands clasped lightly in front of her. ¡°We¡¯re grateful,¡± she added, her tone sincere but understated.


    Ragnar¡¯s voice cut through the room, sharp and commanding. ¡°Tell us what you found. Everything.¡±


    Luna stood straight, her tone calm but firm. ¡°There¡¯s nothing left. Paxluma is gone. The entire city¡ªvanished. All that¡¯s there now is a void. We fought Cataclysmaris, but¡­ there¡¯s no trace of the city. No ruins, no remnants. Nothing.¡±


    The Grandmasters exchanged glances, their composed reactions hinting that this wasn¡¯t entirely unexpected. Drifter¡¯s hands tightened into fists, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.


    Ragnar leaned back in his chair, his voice low and heavy. ¡°I¡¯ve seen it. Nearly four centuries ago, I was part of the first expedition. Those who went deeper¡­ they never came back. I only survived because I stayed on the perimeter. But what I saw¡­¡± He trailed off, his gaze distant. ¡°It¡¯s stayed with me all these years.¡±


    Luna¡¯s eyes narrowed, her voice edged with disbelief. ¡°You knew? And you kept it hidden? Why?¡±


    Amisha sighed, her expression weary. ¡°Because the truth would have torn Vesteria apart. An entire city, gone without a trace? The rumors, the fear¡ªit would¡¯ve been chaos. We¡¯ve worked too hard to keep the peace to risk it all on something we still don¡¯t fully understand.¡±


    Mina nodded, her brow furrowed. ¡°We don¡¯t even know when it happened. Was it during the Battle of Paxluma? Or after? That uncertainty¡­ it¡¯s what makes this so dangerous.¡±


    Lysander¡¯s gaze was steady, his voice firm but not unkind. ¡°This mystery is beyond us¡ªfor now. Drifter, Luna, you¡¯ve been forgiven under the revised rules. But listen carefully: do not go back. Not until we know more.¡±


    A faint smile crossed Drifter''s face, but his thoughts on the Grandmasters'' true motives remained hidden beneath the surface.


    "Thank you, Grandmasters," they said in unison, bowing before turning to leave.


    "Wait, Luna. I need a word," Lysander called out.


    Luna halted. "Of course, Grandmaster."


    Drifter lingered by the door as Lysander and Luna spoke in hushed tones about his condition¡ªthe whispers that seemed to follow him. As he waited, Mina passed by, meeting his gaze. They exchanged a silent nod, and she offered him a faint smile before continuing on her way.


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    Drifter stopped by his Alcherider, his hand resting on the handle. He turned to Luna, his expression softening as he dipped his head slightly.


    ¡°Luna¡­ I¡¯m sorry. I dragged you into this. And¡­ thank you. For everything.¡±


    Luna met his gaze, her smile faint but genuine. ¡°Don¡¯t apologize. If anything, I should be the one thanking you.¡±


    ¡°And about that disease¡­ I¡¯m sorry. I should have known, but that¡¯s really outside my expertise,¡± Luna added.


    ¡°I wasn¡¯t aware either¡­ I should look into it more. Seven hundred years ago, there was no such thing,¡± Drifter replied.


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    Luna paused for a moment, as if deep in thought upon hearing that.


    Drifter settled into the controls, and Luna took her place beside him. As he started the engine, they set off, the hum of the machine low against the wind¡¯s whistle. The road stretched endlessly ahead, dust swirling like ghosts at their tires. Neither spoke, the silence between them heavy with unspoken words.


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    But then, Drifter started a casual conversation, mentioning the bread she had baked before and the stray Vellcat shelter she and Alina had built at the academy.


    Surprisingly, she responded, engaging in the conversation rather than giving her usual one-word replies. She even said that if she baked it again, she would give him another.


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    I wonder¡­ does she actually like that bland bread? he mused. Was it on purpose, or just a baking mistake?


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    After what felt like a long journey, Nethia came into view¡ªits crystalline towers rising in the distance. The wind stirred endless waves of green grass, while Skybirds flitted through the air, their melodic chirping filling the silence. The distant rumble of Alcheriders barely registered beneath nature''s peaceful symphony.


    A faint melody played softly from the Magisterial Console, almost forgotten as his mind clung to darker memories¡ªsmoke-choked skies, lifeless earth, suffocating despair. The stark contrast between that haunting past and the present¡¯s fragile beauty struck him deeply.


    Upon arriving at the Academy, Drifter was met with an unusual hush. The Academy stood silent on Founders'' Day, the 17th of Karythia, commemorating the formation of the Evocaier Order. As they emerged from the underground parking, their footsteps echoed along the path to the Residential Zone.


    In the courtyard, familiar faces gathered, bright with festive spirit.


    Alina was the first to spot them, her expression shifting to relief. Luna handed her Lumina Core back with a soft smile.


    Jaxon appeared from behind, clapping Drifter''s shoulder with a laugh. "Where''ve you been, man? How was the date?"


    Luna averted her gaze, a faint flush creeping across her cheeks.


    Drifter blinked, caught off guard. Seeing her like this was... unexpected. A smirk tugged at his lips as he cut in, his tone lighthearted.


    "Yeah, sure. Fighting Cataclysmaris totally counts as a date."


    Alma tried to suppress her laughter but failed. "Luna, who would''ve thought? For a moment, I almost believed you two eloped!"


    The crowd erupted in laughter.


    "True that, Alma!" Sloane grinned, her eyes dancing with mischief. "So, where''s the party to celebrate the new couple?"


    "No! It''s not like that!" Luna exclaimed, her face reddening further.


    Nadia adjusted her glasses, smiling softly. "I''m just glad you''re both back, Drifter and Miss Luna."


    Vaeloria stepped forward with mock disappointment. "Aw, I''m jealous. Drifter, I''ve been waiting for you this whole time."


    "Sorry to disappoint, but this wasn''t a date," Drifter sighed, shaking his head.


    The banter continued, with Lorcan, Sloane, Reine, and the others chiming in¡ªuntil Friedrich stepped forward, his commanding presence tempering the mood.


    "It''s good to have you both back safely," he said, his stern expression softening slightly. "But leaving without notifying anyone... that was unexpected."


    "You had Dad pacing for hours!" Alma teased, nudging Friedrich playfully.


    "We''re sorry," Luna murmured, her gaze lowered.


    "It''s my fault, Professor. I just¡ª" Drifter began, but Friedrich raised a hand.


    "Whatever the reasons, what matters is that you both returned safely."


    Alma''s smile brightened as she addressed everyone. "Alright, everyone! Since it''s Founders'' Day and we''re all here, let''s take a group photo!"


    The nearby round automaton, linked to Alma''s Lumina Core, prepared to take their picture. As they gathered, Vellya floated in with a grin.


    "Ooh, looks like something fun is going on here!"


    With a playful flick of her wrist, she materialized her two skeletons, Papa and Mama.


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    ¡°Well, this is a first. A group photo with actual skeletons¡ªtruly a once-in-a-lifetime experience.¡± Sloane smirked.


    The group gathered¡ªAlma, Nadia, Vaeloria, Mia, Lily, and Vellya, whose skeletons flashed peace signs. Sloane and Lorcan mimicked them with exaggerated expressions. Drifter stood beside Luna, steady and composed. Behind them, Reine and Erick tiptoed in an attempt to be seen, while Caelus, Bryan, and Alyssa struck their signature ¡°cool¡± poses. Meanwhile, Jaxon, Alina, and Friedrich anchored the group with their quiet presence.


    "Alright, everyone! Say ''Evocaier''!" Alma called, her enthusiasm infectious.


    "Evocaier!" they shouted in unison as the camera flashed.


    The moment froze in time. As Drifter took in the scene, a familiar ache stirred in his chest. The gathered smiles, the camaraderie¡ªit reminded him of another photo, long ago.


    Paxluma Public School. His graduation. His parents standing beside him. His best friend, Eilan, grinning at his side.


    "I''m proud of you, child..." His mother had smiled at him.


    "Being part of the Mage Association is a huge responsibility," his father had said, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "I hope you''ll take it more seriously from now on."


    "Congrats, man... Well, your duties are still just within the city, right? Guess we''ll still get to see each other pretty often," Eilan had laughed.


    Drifter exhaled softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. His gaze swept over Luna, Alina, Jaxon, Alma, Nadia, Lorcan, Sloane, and Reine, who smiled back at him. Memories of the time he had spent with them flooded his mind.


    That familiar warmth in his chest¡ªit was just like back then.


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    He had lost everything once. Years spent fighting to reclaim his homeland, yet now the truth hit hard¡ªhis homeland had already vanished into the void. But now, perhaps, he had found something worth holding onto again¡ªsomething he could finally call home.


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    Alma Rosenthal woke up in her room at home on Eirda Terrace, surrounded by pink furniture, walls, and floors. Cute dolls and her rock companion sat neatly on her wardrobe.


    After finishing her morning routine, she went downstairs and found her breakfast already set on the dining table¡ªbut, as always, her father was gone.


    As she ate, her thoughts drifted to the Lumina Relay. Every year, she had done it with Nadia. But now¡­ just thinking about it made her blood simmer.


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    Then she remembered Drifter. He might not even know about the Lumina Relay, and for a big event like this, it was important for him to experience the joy as well.


    I''m sure he will¡­


    With that thought, she headed to the academy, taking the public skyrail. Along the way, she greeted some friends, walking with them as they chatted about their Lumina Relay partners. A few asked Alma to join them, but she politely declined¡ªshe had already decided who she would run with.


    Finally, she spotted him wandering through the courtyard. With a casual wave, she said goodbye to her friends and made her way over to him.


    "Good morning, Drifter!" she called out, waving with a broad smile.


    "Morning, Alma." Drifter smiled back at her.


    Alma studied his face with genuine curiosity. "You look... different," she whispered, her voice nearly lost in the bustle of the courtyard. "Brighter, maybe?"


    Drifter took a measured breath before responding. "Do I?" still smiling.


    Standing before him, Alma shifted between eagerness and hesitation. "By the way, have you joined the Lumina Relay yet?" she asked, eyes bright with excitement.


    "Lumina Relay?"


    "The biggest event of the year!" she explained enthusiastically. "It¡¯s the highlight of Founders'' Day, where teams of two compete in challenges."


    She fidgeted with her bag, her voice softening. "Will you... team up with me?"


    He held her earnest gaze for a moment before nodding. "Of course, Alma."


    Relief washed over her features. "Thank you, Drifter! I¡¯ll do my best to keep up!"


    The quiet of the courtyard was broken by familiar voices. Drifter noticed Jaxon and Alina ahead, approaching them with Alma at his side. A brief exchange of waves followed, leading to a discussion about their team assignments.


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    Alina had rushed to register her team with Luna when Lorcan¡ªseemingly late for class or something¡ªcame sprinting past and crashed into her. As a result, Jaxon and Alina were accidentally paired together, much to her visible frustration and his apparent amusement.


    "Don¡¯t you dare pull anything, Jaxon," she warned.


    "Whatever you say, boss," he responded casually.


    As they walked away, they encountered Nadia Fernleaf in the corridor. The tension between her and Alma was palpable¡ªAlma deliberately avoided eye contact, while Nadia quickly turned and walked in the opposite direction, leaving a weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.


    "What¡¯s going on?" Drifter asked.


    "It¡¯s nothing, Drifter... Just something between friends," she said with a smile.


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    Then, they parted ways¡ªDrifter heading to the simulation room while Alma attended her classes.


    By afternoon, she returned home, but once again, her father was nowhere to be seen. With a quiet sigh, she went about her own routine before eventually going to bed.


    The next morning, it was the same. Another breakfast¡­ without her father.


    She stared at the meal in front of her.


    She sighed. Did he forget what day it is¡­? He had already skipped it last year¡­ and the year before that too.


    Finishing her breakfast, she left for the outskirts of Nethia City.


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    As Alma arrived at the outskirts of Nethia, she found a crowd gathered on the vast green plains, with towering ice-capped mountains in the background. Above them, glowing holographic runes filled the sky.


    In the morning light, Alma¡¯s pink hair swayed as she waved at Drifter cheerfully. She made his way to his side, exchanging light banter as they waited.


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    Headmaster Gideon stood at the podium in front, beginning his speech. As he spoke, Luna and Nadia emerged from the crowd, making their way toward Drifter and Alma.


    "Good luck, Drifter. The first stage isn''t going to be forgiving," Luna said, her voice calm and measured.


    "G-good luck, Drifter, Alma," Nadia added softly. Her smile faltered when Alma turned her attention to her shoelaces.


    Without looking up, Alma tightened the laces and said sharply, "Stay focused, Drifter. Don''t worry about irrelevant things."


    Drifter observed Nadia''s slumped shoulders. "Good luck to you too, Luna. Nadia," he offered, trying to ease the tension.


    The announcer''s voice cut through the air: "Welcome to the Lumina Relay! This year''s course will test your synergy, skills, and endurance. Prepare yourselves¡ªfailure is not an option!"


    "Stay careful, Alma. Safety comes first," Drifter said firmly.


    She smirked. "I know. Don''t start talking like my dad, Drifter. I''m here to win."


    The sigil beneath them pulsed with light. "Begin!" the announcer shouted.


    Teams surged forward into Stage 1: Elemental Sync. The ground shifted between fire, ice, wind, and earth.


    "Use Exalt first. Match my rhythm," Drifter instructed.


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    They moved in sync, tossing their Elemental Orbs from their pouches to create safe paths. Nearby, Caelus and Vellya glided through the obstacles effortlessly. Vellya''s laughter rang out: "Come on, Big Sis Alma! Mama says Vellya¡¯s going to win!"


    "Keep dreaming, kid," Alma replied.


    They cleared Stage 1 and faced Stage 2: Gravity Shift¡ªa maze of floating walls and shifting gravity. Drifter noticed Alma''s exhaustion but she pressed on.


    The final stage, Mirror Maze, loomed ahead. "Are you alright?" Drifter asked softly.


    "Don''t worry... I''m fine. Just focus on the next stage," Alma insisted despite her labored breathing.


    "You sure? We can rest."


    She shook her head. "No, Drifter. Let''s finish this first. We''ll rest after... please."


    The announcer''s voice boomed: "And now, we enter the final stage! Half of the participants have been eliminated! Who will overcome the last obstacle and advance to the next phase?"


    The crowd erupted in cheers as they faced the maze of endless reflections.


    The announcer''s voice cut through the crowd''s roar. "And now, the final phase of the Lumina Relay¡ªthe Spectra Battle! Only the strongest pairs will compete for victory! The event begins in 30 minutes... all teams may rest until then."


    "Spectra? Didn''t expect that to be part of this," Drifter said, a faint smile forming.


    Alma wiped sweat from her face. "Yeah... I forgot to mention that. You know how it works, right?"


    "Fortunately, Reine, Sloane, and Lorcan gave me a crash course."


    They settled at a round table in the rest area, water bottles in hand. Drifter noticed Alma''s pale face and labored breathing. She hadn''t fully recovered.


    "By the way, why didn''t you team up with Nadia?" he asked carefully.


    Alma tensed. "Can we not talk about her?"


    "Alright... sorry about that." he said.


    After a pause, Alma spoke playfully. "Drifter, if you could turn back time, what would you do?"


    "I don''t know... maybe I''d rewind time just enough to make every day feel like the weekend," he chuckled softly.


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    "I''d turn back time... so I was never born into this world," she whispered while staring at her water bottle.


    Drifter nearly choked. "Alma, you''re joking, right?"


    She forced a laugh. "Of course, Drifter... Did I scare you?"


    The announcer''s voice interrupted: "Teams, please gather at the main stadium!"


    The Simulation Nexus hummed with energy at the stadium''s center. Mist hung in the air as spectators filled the stands. The transparent dome above projected shifting landscapes.


    "Our opponents are Luna and Nadia, right?" Drifter checked the schedule.


    "Yeah... we''re not exactly lucky. Luna''s one of the strongest players here," Alma crossed her arms.


    "We''ll see about that," Drifter replied as glowing runes erupted across the dome, revealing a frigid tundra landscape.


    "Ladies and gentlemen, the Spectra Battle begins now! Who will rise to claim victory?" Announcer booming.


    On the opposing side, Luna Sabriel stood poised, her posture rigid yet graceful. Beside her, Nadia Fernleaf fiddled nervously. Her movements were hesitant, and her eyes occasionally darted toward Alma, only to quickly look away.


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    In the spectator seating, Lorcan, Sloane, and Reine watched the event unfold.


    Reine called out politely, while Sloane placed a bet on Drifter¡¯s victory¡ªthough, to be fair, he was always betting on something.


    Lorcan, meanwhile, sat with pride, convinced that his teachings would give Drifter the edge to defeat Luna.


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    His gaze returned to the battlefield as Drifter shifted into position. Beside him, Alma shuffled her deck. There was tension in the way her brows furrowed.


    Holographic decks materialized before them. Drifter¡¯s Arcane Saber Deck gleamed with sharp metallic edges, while Alma¡¯s Holy Flame Celestial Deck radiated a calming, luminous aura. Across the field, Luna¡¯s Void Winter Sorcery Deck pulsed with icy darkness, and Nadia¡¯s Blooming Terra Deck bloomed with colorful floral patterns brimming with life.


    "We need to finish this quickly. Nadia¡¯s deck gets dangerous if the match drags on." Drifter said.


    "Got it, let¡¯s go all out." Alma said.


    The match began with intense synergy between the Arcane Saber and Holy Flame Celestial decks. Drifter¡¯s Exalted and dark magic-wielding knights served as relentless attackers, perfectly complemented by Alma¡¯s celestial construct creatures. Her Holy Flame buff spells amplified Drifter¡¯s aggressive strikes, allowing their team to dominate early on, quickly draining the Defense Power (DP) of Luna and Nadia in the opening moves.


    Yet, Luna Sabriel remained calm, methodically controlling the game with her Void Winter Sorcery. Freezing their attacks with ice-element spells and eliminating their creatures with dark spells. Nadia, on the other hand, supported her team with Blooming Terra creatures¡ªcreatures and plants that healed and protected, forming a sturdy defense against their relentless assault.


    "I¡­ I¡¯ll support you, Luna." Nadia said.


    Terra Keeper Cervusia, a majestic, large deer-like creature with the Defender trait, emerged onto the field, its protective vines blocking every attack directed at its team. The crowd roared as the strategies became increasingly intricate.


    The battle intensified as Alma summoned her signature hero card, High Celestial Priestess Anima, a majestic figure cloaked in radiant golden flames. Her powerful aura significantly boosted her team¡¯s AP (Attack Points), empowering all of Alma¡¯s celestial construct creatures to launch devastating attacks. The onslaught wiped out Nadia¡¯s creatures, including the formidable Terra Keeper Cervusia.


    The audience erupted in cheers at the arrival of Anima, their excitement shaking the arena.


    Under pressure, Nadia, her hands trembling slightly, summoned her ace hero card, Rhosvaia, Verdant Rose Queen, a graceful humanoid plant with long crimson hair. Playing a series of spells, Nadia triggered Rhosvaia¡¯s effect, summoning Verdant Thorn Tokens with the Defender trait, forcing enemies to attack them first. In an instant, six Verdant Thorn Tokens covered her field, forming a defensive wall to withstand the next assault.


    Not to be outdone, Drifter activated his ace card, Arcane Saber Chronos. The spectral knight descended with a thunderous impact, unleashing Exalted Blades Rain. The devastating attack obliterated all of Nadia¡¯s Verdant Thorn Tokens, and dealt 5 direct damage to her team, reducing their DP (Defense Power) to 6. With Chronos¡¯s Fast Attacker trait allowing it to attack immediately, the knight struck down Rhosvaia, clearing the field. Simultaneously, Drifter¡¯s other Arcane Saber Knight creatures launched a direct attack, poised to end the match.


    But before the finishing blow could land, Luna Sabriel, calm and calculating, activated her final Evocaier Ability, Healing Surge. The ability restored 6 DP, saving her team from defeat and leaving their DP at 2 as the attack ended.


    The crowd erupted into cheers and gasps, their excitement reaching a fever pitch as the match teetered on the edge of conclusion.


    "Impressive. But we¡¯re far from done." Luna said.


    With a graceful motion, she first time summon creature in this match, Dark Witch Caelia, spectral witch that use massive black hole, all drifter''s and alma¡¯s creature include Chronos and Anima vanished from the field, and their strategy ground to a halt.


    Alma ended her turn by summoning several celestial construct creatures, refreshing her field. She then activated Celestial Exalt Flames, a spell that heals her team¡¯s DP by 4 and deals 4 direct damage to the opponent at the start of their next end turn. A glowing golden flame sigil materialized on the battlefield, its presence radiating power.


    "Just give up already¡­ next turn will be your end!" Alma said with smirk.


    On her turn, Nadia summoned a pair of flower humanoids: Freesia, Weaver of Petals and Petal Priest Anemone. Their arrival triggered the Resonance effect, surrounding their team in a shimmering Spellshield. The protective barrier absorbed the impending Exalt Flames attack, the golden flames dissipating against the radiant blue shield. Additionally, the duo¡¯s healing aura swept across the battlefield, restoring Luna and Nadia¡¯s DP (Defense Power) from 2 to 6, shifting the momentum of the match.


    "No way!" Alma gasped.


    The crowd erupted into cheers. But even as the noise grew, Alma¡¯s focus lingered on the graceful movements of Freesia and the comforting aura of Anemone. Something about their synchronized harmony sparked a flicker of nostalgia¡ªfragments of childhood memories with Nadia.


    She remembered the days when they were inseparable, always laughing, always there for each other. The images surfaced like long-forgotten photographs, flooding her mind with bittersweet clarity.


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    She looked at Nadia''s face, noticing the sadness there¡ªthe subtle downturn of her lips, the expression that seemed to appear every time Alma looked at her. Alma¡¯s heart tightened, filled with doubt. Alma glanced back at Nadia, who opened her mouth, hesitated, then closed it again. Finally, Nadia spoke softly.


    "I¡­ I¡¯m sorry, Alma. If I ever did anything wrong¡­ please, talk to me."


    Alma remained silent, her fingers trembling slightly as she gripped the card in her hand. Her voice came out faint. "It¡¯s not your fault, Nadia¡­ it¡¯s all mine. I¡¯m sorry."


    The battlefield raged on. Drifter stole a glance at Alma and Nadia. The tension that had once hung heavy between them seemed to dissolve, replaced by Alma¡¯s cautious smile and Nadia¡¯s expression of relief. For a moment, Drifter allowed himself a small smile. But that satisfaction was short-lived.


    As his turn began, Drifter¡¯s focus locked entirely on the game. He summoned Arcane Saber Ravely, a violet spectral knight who immediately brought forth three Spectral Sword Tokens. With their Phase Shift trait, the tokens bypassed enemy defenses and launched a direct attack on Luna and Nadia.


    With their DP reduced to just 3, victory seemed within reach. Yet, Drifter¡¯s expression betrayed no hint of triumph¡ªno smile, no satisfaction. His mind remained sharp, knowing the battle was far from over. His eyes flicked toward the remaining cards in his hand, the weight of the ticking seconds pressing down like an unseen burden.


    When Luna¡¯s turn came, she faintly smiled. Drifter felt a sudden unease¡ªhe might lose.


    Raising her hand, Luna summoned Voidfrost Sorceress Selene, an elegant sorceress cloaked in an icy aura, her dark metallic half-mask adorned with frosty teal feathers beneath her hood. Towering behind her, a massive crystalline entity with enormous wings materialized, exuding an aura of sheer intimidation.


    With practiced precision, Luna activated Selene¡¯s ability. A barrage of ice spears rained down upon the field. In mere moments, every creature on the battlefield was reduced to nothingness. As the battlefield lay in ruins, Selene¡¯s crystalline entity moved forward. Clutching a massive spear in its hand, it delivered a final, devastating strike directly at Drifter and Alma, reducing their DP from a full 30 to zero in one decisive blow.


    A heavy silence fell over the arena, the weight of the moment settling like frost. Amidst the destruction, Selene stood atop the hand of her towering crystalline entity, her sigils spinning gracefully as her icy aura radiated an unyielding chill. The match was over.


    Moments later, the crowd erupted into deafening cheers, their excitement echoing throughout the Simulation Nexus, celebrating the spectacular conclusion of the battle.


    "And that¡¯s the end! Luna and Nadia have turned the tide and claimed victory!" the announcer boomed.


    Alma and Drifter stepped down from the platform, their holographic decks fading away.


    Drifter turned to Luna, extending his hand with a smile. "That was a great match. You deserved the win."


    Luna shook his hand firmly. "Likewise."


    Turning to Nadia, Alma hesitated before speaking, her voice softer than usual. "You played well, Nadia. Really well."


    Nadia blushed slightly, a shy smile gracing her face. "I¡­ thank you, Alma. That means a lot."


    Alma returned to the spectator seats, watching more battles unfold. Eventually, Luna and Nadia lost against Caelus and Vellya.


    The Lumina Relay Arena roared with applause as the final clash reached its peak.


    Alina Walsh, wielding her Glysvion Knight Deck, led by Winter Knight Lyshea, delivered the decisive blow, breaking through the defenses of Vellya, who commanded Little Girl Necromancer Nini with her Necromorth Legion Deck.


    Beside Alina, Jaxon Virelli, with his Emberwind Outrider Deck, led by Stormbrand Marshal Sairo, launched a barrage of fiery projectiles that overwhelmed Caelus Amelioris and his Tempest Lord Revalt, showcasing breathtaking speed and raw power.


    The battle was fierce, with Necromorth Legion¡¯s necromantic creatures and Galeborne¡¯s graceful winged beasts forcing the champions to fight to their limits. But in the end, the synergy between Glysvion Knight and Emberwind Outrider proved unbeatable, securing a decisive victory.


    As the battle settled, Alina and Jaxon stood victorious, their names etched into Lumina Relay history. Vellya and Caelus took second, while Luna and Nadia secured third.


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    Jaxon laughed, throwing an arm around Alina while holding the trophy. "Told you¡ªwe make a great team."


    Alina sighed but smirked. "Yeah, yeah... not like I expected us to win anyway."


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    Alma noticed Nadia approaching her, her expression unreadable. "Can we step outside for a moment? I need to talk to you." Nadia asked.


    Alma hesitated, her stomach tightening. She nodded silently, following Nadia out into the night. The air was cool, and the faint hum of glowbeetles and night butterflies filled the space around them. Their golden and silver light flickered like tiny stars, catching on Nadia¡¯s glasses as she walked beside Alma.


    With each step, Alma felt the weight in her chest grow heavier. She couldn¡¯t help but notice how different Nadia seemed now¡ªher posture straight, her movements confident, her gaze unwavering. This wasn¡¯t the same Nadia who used to shy away from confrontation. The change was undeniable, and it made Alma feel small, like she was being left behind.


    That look in Nadia¡¯s eyes, the one that used to feel so protective, now felt like pity to Alma. It stung, a constant reminder of her own perceived weakness. Their shadows stretched long under the dim glow of the lamps, the distance between them feeling impossibly wide. Memories flashed unbidden in Alma¡¯s mind¡ªthe Grakling¡¯s piercing cry, Nadia¡¯s blood staining the ground, her injured body carrying Alma to safety. Guilt washed over her in cold, relentless waves.


    She could have died... She doesn¡¯t need me anymore. Maybe it¡¯s better if I just... keep my distance, Alma thought, her mind spiraling.


    "Alma... I need to talk to you," Nadia''s gentle voice broke through her spiraling thoughts.


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    Alma froze, fingers clutching her skirt. "About what?" she whispered to the night air.


    Nadia produced a cream-colored box with a golden ribbon that caught the pale light. "First, this. Happy birthday, Alma."


    Tears welled in Alma''s eyes as she laughed bitterly. "You... remembered?"


    "You¡¯re important to me. I know things have been... different lately, but I didn¡¯t want today to pass without saying that."


    Her hands trembled as she accepted the gift. "You''ve always been so thoughtful, Nadia. Thank you."


    "There¡¯s something else I need to say, Alma." Nadia continued, gazing at distant Nethia.


    "What is it?" Alma whispered, gripping the box tighter.


    "I''ve realized I''ve been treating you like your father, that I didn¡¯t stop to think about how it might make you feel." Nadia said firmly.


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    Alma¡¯s eyes widened as tears streamed down her face, yet she forced a smile.


    Maybe now she finally realized... that this the one that really hurt her.


    Her friend was treating her the same way her father had¡ªpitying looks, careful words, always commenting when she pushed herself too hard. She knew her father must have said something to Nadia about her illness.


    She swallowed the lump in her throat and whispered, ¡°It¡¯s okay, Nadia¡­ Thank you.¡±


    Drifter and Luna approached to them. "Well, it seems things turned out okay," Drifter observed calmly.


    "Alma, Nadia... are you both alright?" Luna asked gently.


    Both of them nodded with a smile.


    "By the way, today is Alma¡¯s birthday," Nadia said.


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    Luna and Drifter exchanged glances before offering Alma warm birthday wishes. A thought crossed Drifter¡¯s mind, and he suddenly had an idea.


    "How about we celebrate by having a meal together?" he suggested.


    With that, they returned to Nethia City and gathered at a cozy restaurant, sharing a meal filled with warmth and laughter. Alma''s face remained radiant with joy, even as they made their way home, the celebration leaving a lasting glow in her heart.


    On the way back, Nadia and Luna left first, leaving Alma and Drifter alone. Alma stepped closer to him.


    "Thanks for always standing by me, Drifter," she said with a smile.


    "No problem..." he replied, smiling.


    There was a brief pause before she spoke again.


    "Actually, I wanted to apologize... for back then. You were hurt because of me."


    "It¡¯s no problem. It was my fault too¡ªI underestimated everything," he said, his smile fading as his tone grew firm.


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    Alma smiled and waved cheerfully as they parted ways. As she glanced at Drifter, she thought he seemed to stand beside her where her father once would have been. A quiet warmth settled in her heart.


    When she arrived home, her eyes widened¡ªFriedrich was waiting with a modest cake and a single candle.


    "Happy birthday, Alma," he said warmly.


    "Thank you, Dad," she whispered, tears brimming in her eyes.


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    Back in her room, Alma gently set down Nadia¡¯s gift before opening her photo album. She carefully placed the newly taken photo inside¡ªone from today¡¯s birthday celebration with Nadia, Drifter, and Luna¡ªher fingers lingering over the pages.


    As she gazed at the album, a soft smile formed on her lips. Her smile, Nadia¡¯s smile¡ªthey were always there, captured in each moment. Yet, beneath that warmth, a sudden ache welled up in her chest, deep enough for her to place a hand over it.


    Silent tears slipped down her cheeks, vanishing into the stillness of the night.


    How much longer can I live like this? she thought.

 Chapter 22: Into the Unknown

    The courtyard buzzed with morning activity as Drifter made his way to the simulation room. He could hear Lorcan, Sloane, and Reine trailing behind him, their voices blending into the soft hum of the academy.


    When the sudden crackle of the synthetic voice cut through the air, everything fell silent.


    "Attention¡­ all students, instructors, and members of the Evocaier Order, please pay attention to the following announcement."


    Drifter raised his eyes to see a towering holographic screen flicker to life above the courtyard. Grandmaster Lysander''s stern, composed face stared out at the gathered crowd.


    "Members of the Evocaier Order, both novices and veterans. Our Order stands at a crossroads. The challenges ahead are unlike anything we have faced before." He said.


    Drifter felt the tension grow around him as Lysander continued.


    "The underground city of Riemabour, once considered the safest in Verm, is now under threat. An ancient portal has been discovered beneath the city. Its activation could unleash monsters."


    "The Evocaier Order will dispatch an advanced team. Those who are ready, gather at the Riemabour Diplomatic Hall tomorrow. The safety of our world depends on your strength and determination."


    As the screen dimmed, Drifter sensed the ripples of tension through the courtyard. Whispers rose like smoke until Lorcan broke the silence with his ever-present grin.


    "Finally! You''re joining, right, Old Man?" Lorcan said.


    Drifter folded his arms, meeting Lorcan''s eager gaze with calm assurance. "Of course."


    "It''s terrifying, isn''t it?" Reine''s voice cracked beside him. "Riemabour''s never been attacked. What if¡ª"


    Sloane cut in, her hand landing lightly on Reine''s shoulder. "Relax. The Order has this under control. No one''s touching Riemabour."


    Drifter watched as Reine exhaled, the tension visibly easing from his shoulders. He turned at the sound of deliberate, sharp footsteps approaching. Luna Sabriel strode toward them, flanked by Jaxon Virelli and Alina Walsh.


    "Hey, Drifter." Jaxon raised a hand. "Coming with us? We''re finalizing the plans for tomorrow."


    Drifter felt his jaw tighten as curiosity and sense of duty firmed his resolve. He gave a curt nod. "That''s the idea."


    Before anyone could move, Lorcan move to Alina, raising his hand with his characteristic boldness. "Hey, Alina, can the three of us tag along? Promise, no trouble." He gestured toward Sloane and Reine, who both looked half-eager, half-anxious.


    Alina crossed her arms. "You three? Honestly, you''re walking magnets for trouble. No way. You''ll just make things more chaotic."


    Jaxon said "They''ve got potential, Alina. We''ll keep them in check. Right, Drifter?"


    He gave a slight nod in response. Alina groaned. "Fine. But screw this up, and¡ª" Her unfinished threat hung in the air like a blade.


    Lorcan''s triumphant grin flashed bright. "Thanks, Alina! Knew you''d come around."


    "Thanks, boss," Sloane laughed. "I''ll even do extra research notes."


    "Don''t mess this up," Jaxon added.


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    As they finalized the plan, many were joining, but Drifter was in Group 2 with Alina, Jaxon, Luna, Lorcan, Sloane, and Reine. He ended the day lost in thought, wondering what they would face in the portal.


    The next morning, they traveled to the West Verm Plain via the translocator, making their way toward the Eirencrest Mountains. Spotting a nearby station, they boarded the Skyrail.


    Drifter leaned against the window as the Skyrail descended steadily into the depths below. His gaze remained fixed on the breathtaking view unfolding before him.


    Tier 1, the city¡¯s first layer. industrial structures came into view¡ªbusy platforms where traders unloaded goods, automaton units moved with precisely , and Evocaier Order guards stood watch.


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    After clearing security, the group descended further into Tier 2, the city¡¯s central layer. Towering buildings with glowing designs lined the streets. The bustling crowds majority with suits moved alongside automaton units and Alcheriders, while the massive Luminor Lake, surrounded by lush green parks, added a serene contrast to the urban energy.


    "I didn''t think an underground city could look like this¡­ how did they even build something like this?" he muttered, his eyes taking in every detail of the massive underground metropolis.


    To his left, Reine spoke quietly. "It''s my first time here too¡­ It''s incredible."


    On his right, Jaxon reclined casually. "See? Good thing you came. Would''ve been a crime to miss this," he quipped.


    Ahead of them, Alina said. "This city isn''t just beautiful. It''s critical to Vesteria¡ªa major trade hub and one of the largest automaton manufacturers."


    "That''s why we can''t let it fall," Luna said evenly.


    When they arrived at the Diplomatic Hall, Drifter took in the white rectangular building with the Evocaier Order logo¡ªa lotus flanked by wings¡ªprominently engraved on its fa?ade. Inside, the hall buzzed with hushed conversations that seemed to press against his skin like a tangible force.


    His attention was drawn to Grandmaster Lysander and Amisha standing in quiet discussion at the front of the room. Then, from across the hall, he watched as Amisha approached the crowd, the spectral raven on her shoulder lazily fluttering its wings. The crowd parted for her like water before a ship''s prow.


    She stopped before Lorcan, and Drifter noticed her faint but sharp smile. "Still as energetic as ever, Lorcan. How''s Chimia these days?"


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    Lorcan scratched the back of his head, his grin turning sheepish under her scrutiny. "She''s fine¡­ I think. Haven''t heard from her this month, though. You know how she is."


    Drifter observed the subtle softening in Amisha''s expression as she nodded. "I know. She''s always unpredictable. Take care of yourself, Lorcan."


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    Lorcan relaxed and waved with exaggerated enthusiasm. "You too, Aunt Amisha. But no weird surprises tomorrow, okay?"


    Beside him, Sloane and Reine exchanged wide-eyed glances. Beside him, Sloane and Reine exchanged wide-eyed glances.


    As Amisha left, Sloane leaned in. "Dude. I¡¯ve known you since public school, and you never mentioned you had ties to the Grandmaster herself."


    Lorcan shrugged. "Relax. She¡¯s not my boss or anything¡ªjust an old friend of my grandma¡¯s. It¡¯s not a big deal."


    They moved to the back and merged with the crowd. Drifter noticed Friedrich Rosenthal standing at the center of the room, surrounded by academy students: Alma, Nadia, Caelus, Vaeloria, Lily, Mia, Alyssa, Bryan, and Erick.


    Drifter approached Friedrich. "Quite a crowd here, Professor."


    "Yes, they insisted on coming. But it¡¯ll be good experience for them," Friedrich replied.


    From across the room, a cheerful voice broke the quiet as Alma and Nadia waved enthusiastically. "Hi, Drifter!"


    Drifter responded with a smile and a brief nod. "Hello. nice to see you two."


    Not far away, Lorcan Grindelwald smirked at Vaeloria, Mia, and Lily. "Well, well, am I seeing this right? You all decided to tag along too?"


    "Obviously. Riemabour¡¯s the fashion capital, isn¡¯t it?" Vaeloria said with a smile.


    Mia, the girl with long, wavy hair, crossed her arms. "Why do you care so much, Lorcan? Just chill."


    Lily, the petite girl with a short purple bob, added, "Sorry if our priorities seem a little different."


    Lorcan chuckled. "Knew it. There¡¯s always a reason with you lot."


    He turned to Caelus Amelioris, who stood nearby with Alyssa, Bryan, and Erick. "Hey, Caelus, why don¡¯t you hang out with us? It''ll be fun, bro."


    Caelus shrugged. "I¡¯ll pass. Sticking with the professor."


    Alyssa crossed her arms. "Oh, come on, Lorcan. Just because you¡¯re buddy-buddy with the Grandmaster doesn¡¯t mean you can order everyone around."


    Lorcan grinned."Who¡¯s ordering? I¡¯m just making an offer."


    Nearby, Sloane Gast leaned toward Lorcan with a laugh. "Bryan, Erick, you better keep an eye on Alyssa, or the monsters might come after her again."


    Bryan gave a quick nod."On it."


    Erick glanced nervously at the room. "Let¡¯s just hope nobody starts arguing this time¡­"


    As Drifter turned, a familiar voice greeted him. "Hey, you joining too?"


    The cheerful tone belonged to Reina Lindt, her smile warm.


    From another direction, Xaltherion approached, his composed demeanor intact. "Looks like we meet again, Drifter."


    Behind him, Helvra Valka followed, her sharp gaze friendly. "Maybe we¡¯ll finally work on a mission together this time?"


    Drifter nodded. "Yeah¡­ good to see you all again."


    Behind them, the enigmatic Vilreth Ravoth¡ªhis dark blue hair framing his sharp features, clad in full black attire¡ªmoved silently. Without a word, he offered a brief nod before retreating to lean against the wall.


    The banter continued: Reina chatted with Reine, Lorcan, Sloane, while Drifter spoke with Xaltherion and Helvra, and the room was full of people talking, the sound buzzing in the air.


    Finally, Grandmaster Lysander stepped onto the podium. As he did, the hall fell into a deep silence.


    "Thank you all for being here. Today, we face a threat that cannot be ignored. The portal discovered beneath this city is a real and imminent danger."


    Lysander paused, his sharp gaze sweeping the room with an intensity that Drifter could feel from where he stood. "Teams will be divided into two. One team will strengthen the defenses alongside the golems, while the other¡ªthe exploration team¡ªwill venture into uncharted territory. I will personally lead the exploration team."


    The hushed whispers that spread through the hall spoke to the gravity of the situation. The Grandmaster leading personally was unprecedented.


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    Luna rose from her chair, her expression unreadable. "I''ll join the exploration team," she declared.


    "We''re coming too," Alina added. "Can''t let her go off on her own, can we?"


    "The quartet''s back in action, right, pal?" Jaxon said.


    Drifter nodded slightly. "Wouldn''t miss it."


    His chest tightened with a complex mixture of gratitude, duty and trust. After everything Luna had done for him, he couldn''t let her face the unknown alone.


    Reine stood nervously. "I-I¡¯ll go too. I won¡¯t let anyone down."


    Vaeloria turned sharply, concern in her eyes, but held back from speaking.


    Nearby, Reina Lindt widened her eyes in surprise at her younger brother¡¯s bold declaration. Beside her, Helvra Valka smiled faintly, watching the silent exchange with quiet amusement.


    "Wow, Reine! You¡¯re stepping up before me this time? That¡¯s a first!" Lorcan grinning.


    "We¡¯re all in this together, right? No splitting up." Sloane said.


    Alina Walsh raising a hand to her forehead. "You three should just help the defense team. Don¡¯t make it harder for everyone."


    Before she could finish, Lorcan spun around to face Grandmaster Amisha. "Auntie, we¡¯re coming along, okay? Please?"


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    Amisha raised an eyebrow, her gaze sharp. "You sure you''re ready for this, Lorcan?"


    With unwavering confidence, Lorcan met her gaze. "You bet I am."


    There was a long pause as Amisha looked at him, then she nodded. "Alright. Let him join, it will good experience for him."


    Alina''s eyes widened. "What? Seriously?"


    Lorcan waved cheerfully at Alina, grinning. "You hear that? Officially approved."


    Drifter gaze shifted as Grandmaster Lysander approached Luna.


    "Good to see you well, Luna," Lysander said.


    ¡°We¡¯re in your care, Grandmaster,¡± Luna replied.


    When Lysander turned to Drifter, he asked, "How¡¯s Paxluma? Still weighing on you, isn¡¯t it?"


    There was a long pause. Drifter wasn¡¯t sure how to answer.What did Lysander mean by that? He chose to answer with polite formality.


    ¡°I¡¯m well, sir. Paxluma is part of my past now.¡±


    "The Cube¡¯s purpose remains unclear, but we must prepare for the worst. If its power threatens balance, hesitation will cost us dearly," Lysander said.


    ¡°I share your resolve, Grandmaster,¡± Drifter replied.


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    As the speech concluded, the group took the Skyrail, which carried them deeper into Riemabour, descending into Tier 3. As it passed through the residential area, Drifter observed the calm faces of people going about their routines. The streets buzzed with activity, filled with Alcheriders weaving through the crowds¡ª a stark contrast to the looming threat beneath the city.


    ¡°No evacuations. That¡¯s either confidence in us or no better options,¡± Jaxon said.


    ¡°Let¡¯s hope it¡¯s the former,¡± Alina replied.


    As the Skyrail passed through Tier 4, Drifter¡¯s gaze shifted toward the Asherforge Dynamics Headquarters. This layer seemed focused on automaton production, enchanted machinery, and synthetic materials.


    He observed the artificial agriculture zones, where artificial irrigation and weather control systems worked seamlessly to grow food and medicinal plants.


    Turning around, Drifter glanced out the window again. The Artificial Savanna came into view, providing conservation areas for endangered species and serving as a popular attraction for those in the city.


    When they finally reached Tier 5, he saw the ancient portal at the center of the activity, swirling wildly with oppressive energy. A large crowd had gathered, with defense units and numerous metallic hovering golems¡ªGRX-098 "Virtus Castigat"¡ªstanding guard while.


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    As the teams prepared nearby, Friedrich, the students, Reina, Helvra, and Xaltherion offered words of encouragement and hope for their safe return. Meanwhile, Vilreth seemed to lean back, observing the team.


    At the front, Grandmaster Lysander commanded, ¡°Once we cross, we move as one. Luna, take point. Alina, secure our flanks. Drifter, Jaxon, stay close. Everyone else¡ªstay alert and ready. If this place can disable a golem, it won¡¯t hesitate to do worse to us.¡±


    Drifter exchanged glances with his companions. The quiet determination in their eyes mirrored his own. Every step toward the looming danger was a burden he had chosen to bear, and he would not falter now.

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    The shimmering portal pulsed with soft light as they stepped through. Darkness enveloped them immediately ¨C a complete absence of natural illumination. Their Lumina Cores flickered to life instinctively, casting an eerie glow that revealed their surroundings and the motionless Golem lying nearby, its metal form unmarred yet lifeless.


    "Aunt, why just us?" Lorcan said. "Wouldn''t it be safer with more people? You turned everyone else away?"


    Amisha''s said. "Too many people would cause chaos, Lorcan. Space here is limited, and they''re more useful guarding the city if something happens to us."


    Reine''s voice wavering. "I¡ªI''m honored to be here, Grandmaster, with all of you."


    ."You''re young. Missions like this leave marks¡ªnot just because of success but because of what you''ll learn here." Lysander''s dark eyes narrowed as he surveyed the team. "But don''t be reckless. This isn''t the academy."


    Amisha smiled to Lorcan. "Hear that, Lorcan? Even Lysander thinks you need to stay calm."


    Lorcan rolling his eyes. "Fine, Aunt. Thank you, Grandmaster. I''ll try to be the perfect little Evocaier."


    "Let''s see how long that lasts," Amisha quipped, her eyebrow arching.


    Drifter felt an unusual weight in his movements as they proceeded cautiously through the dark terrain. Each breath came deeper than normal, his eyes constantly scanning the shadows that seemed to shift and coil at the edges of their light. This place... feels like the Abyssal Breach, he thought, noting how the darkness seemed almost alive.


    The air grew increasingly frigid as they approached an ancient structure marked by a massive stone door covered in rippling, luminous carvings. Amisha''s raven darted forward, its ghostly form passing through the threshold as the carvings flared brilliantly before fading to darkness.


    "Raven, return," Amisha commanded sharply. When nothing happened, concern flickered across her face as she attempted to materialize her familiar with intricate hand movements. Still nothing.


    Alina stepped forward, addressing the younger members with commanding clarity. "The three of you¡ªif we go in, be ready for the worst. Stay together. No recklessness. Understood?"


    Drifter watched as Reine, Sloane, and Lorcan nodded solemnly, the gravity of their situation finally settling upon them.


    They passed through the doorway one by one, each step feeling as though they were wading through water. Inside, Drifter was struck by the haunting beauty of their surroundings ¨C crumbling dark stone, faceless statues frozen in eternal silence, walls inscribed with alien glyphs that pulsed with faint energy.


    Lysander and Luna paused before one of the inscriptions, studying the unfamiliar symbols with intense focus.


    "What language is this?" Lysander''s voice carried both curiosity and unease. "It''s not Old Selvarian, is it?"


    Luna shook her head slowly. "No, Grandmaster. This is... something entirely different. I''ve never seen anything like it before."


    The team''s mood darkened further as they exchanged troubled glances. Drifter brooded silently, his mind racing. If even Grandmaster Lysander can''t identify it... What is this place?


    He caught Sloane''s muttered words nearby: "Why did I agree to this? Damn it... Should''ve stayed behind."


    They ventured deeper, each step amplifying the suffocating silence. Alina suddenly stopped, her eyes glowing as she attempted to activate her Enchanted Sight.


    "Even the Enchanted Sight picks up nothing," she murmured, her voice edged with growing wariness.


    The ancient symbols along the walls began to emit a pale blue glow as they entered a massive circular hall. Luna halted abruptly before a grand mural spanning one wall ¨C a bizarre winged entity with a geometric head, bestial arms, and colossal legs surrounded by various species and strange box-shaped structures.


    While the others studied the mural, Drifter wandered across the chamber, examining additional murals depicting a diverse array of races: humans, elves, beastkin, and others he couldn''t recognize. A chill crept down his spine as the unsettling weight of the place pressed in on him.


    The chamber suddenly trembled. A static crackling grew louder until a small figure materialized from the darkness ¨C a Hooded Black haired Child hovering slightly above the cracked floor, barefoot, dressed in tattered white clothes, but it was their eyes that captivated Drifter ¨C luminescent violet orbs burning with cosmic energy.


    The child raised a hand, and the air rippled with power. "Leave," they commanded, their voice cold and layered with unnatural echoes.


    Lysander stepped forward, raising a hand as a golden barrier materialized. "Wait. We will leave¡ªbut first, tell us. What is this place? Who are you?"


    The child tilted their head.. Then their body jerked violently, head snapping upward as their voice morphed into a guttural growl: "LEAVE."


    Darkness erupted from the child''s back as their pale skin cracked, revealing obsidian-like armor beneath. Their form expanded into a towering monstrosity of swirling smoke and jagged black plating, its head a geometric blend of shapes with blazing crimson eyes. A small, cracked Cube floated at its chest, slowly expanding as massive wings unfurled behind it.


    Reality itself seemed to fracture as the walls distorted and an overwhelming gravitational force pressed down upon them. Dozens of X-shaped, squid-like entities began materializing from the void, their sleek black bodies etched with mysterious inscriptions.


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    Lysander acted swiftly, materializing his Celestial Blessing. Brilliant sigils surrounded his hands, radiating divine light that enveloped the team. Drifter felt the oppressive weight lift, but his heart raced at the sight of the monstrous entity before them ¨C a being unlike anything he''d ever encountered.


    The transformed child ¨C now Voioscirax ¨C released an ear-splitting roar as the X-shaped creatures attacked without hesitation. Some fired dark energy projectiles from void-like apertures while others compressed into shadowy spikes that charged with deadly speed.


    Drifter teleported directly to one of the X-shaped entities, attempting to cleave it with Exaltare while summoning dozens of spectral blue swords around him. The creature evaded his attack with surprising agility before morphing into a dark energy spike and launching a counterattack.


    His natural barrier flared as it absorbed the impact, but the force drove him to his knees. What are these things? Not Cataclysmaris... but close... he thought desperately.


    He turned just in time to see the child¡ªVoioscirax¡ªmaterialize behind Lysander, its massive, jagged arm slicing through the air.


    Lysander reacted instantly, activating Radiant Shield¡ªa glowing white barrier that intercepted the attack. The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the room, nearly toppling Drifter.


    Recovering quickly, he unleashed a volley of Exalt Bolts and spectral swords at Voioscirax. Before his attacks could connect, the creature vanished and reappeared behind him, its massive hand gripping and crushing him with overwhelming dark energy.


    Drifter''s Natural Barrier shattered under the pressure. "A-Ahh¡­ ngh¡­!" he gasped as excruciating pain coursed through his body.


    "Hold on, pal!" Jaxon shouted as he, Amisha, and Alina rushed toward Drifter, their attacks synchronized perfectly.


    Amisha unleashed Dark Crescent Strike ¨C a sweeping shadow wave ¨C while Alina followed with Blauzorn Frostbreaker, delivering an explosive slash of blue ice. Jaxon fired Incendiary Barrage, a flurry of explosive projectiles that engulfed the target.


    Their combined assault shattered Voioscirax''s barrier and severed its hand, freeing Drifter. Yet within seconds, dark energy tendrils regenerated the limb completely.


    Drifter collapsed to the ground, watching weakly as Lysander activated Healing Aura. Warm, radiant light enveloped the team, gradually restoring his strength until he could push himself to his feet.


    Across the chamber, Reine desperately materialized Ice Barriers to shield Luna, Lorcan, and Sloane, but they crumbled quickly under the relentless assault. Sloane vanished into a swirl of green wind using Wind Step, narrowly dodging an attack but left gasping for air from the exertion. Lorcan, after repeated failed attacks, collapsed as his natural barrier shattered.


    Luna stepped forward, placing herself between Lorcan and the advancing enemies. She activated Glacialis Dominus, creating a field of intense frost that slowed the creatures before launching massive Enchanted Glacial Shards with radiant silver aura that shattered several on impact.


    "Grandmaster, we need to retreat before anyone gets seriously hurt," she called out, her voice steady but urgent. "This is beyond us."


    Lysander nodded grimly. "We''re pulling back. Amisha, Alina, Jaxon, clear the path. The students stay in the center. Drifter, Luna, and I will guard the rear."


    They moved swiftly, with Amisha''s Spectral Ravens leading the charge and Lysander''s Prismatic Wisps providing covering fire. Suddenly, Voioscirax reappeared directly in their path, unleashing a barrage of razor-sharp dark energy from its massive wings.


    Alina attempted to block with her greatsword, but it disintegrated instantly. The dark energy grazed her white armor, which began to corrode, forcing her to shed it quickly. "Don''t try to block it! Avoid every shot!" she warned as she reforged her weapon and armor through sheer will.


    At the rear, Drifter counterattacked with Exalt Bolts and spectral swords while Luna raised Ice Shields and fired Ice Bolts to hold back the encroaching enemies. Lysander unleashed Luminous Bolt, cutting through the creatures'' ranks, but their numbers seemed endless.


    Sweat drenched Drifter''s face as he spotted Voioscirax looming ahead. "I''ll distract it," he shouted to the team, directing his spectral swords to target the creature''s chest. "Hit it with everything you''ve got when it''s vulnerable!"


    As predicted, Voioscirax materialized before him, its massive clawed hand swinging forward. Drifter activated Azure Tempest, becoming a storm of afterimages as he and his spectral swords blurred into a deadly dance. Blazing blue slashes rained down, cracking the monster''s dark armor in several places.


    "Now!" Drifter shouted urgently.


    Luna stepped forward, forming a massive sigil that manifested as Ice Prison ¨C a colossal crystalline structure that encased and immobilized Voioscirax. Amisha reinforced the imprisonment with Spectral Grasp, materialized shadow tendrils wrapping tightly around the creature.


    Lysander moved forward deliberately, surrounded by intensifying sigils of light. He unleashed Divine Judgment ¨C a blinding beam that pierced the frozen monster, shattering its armor with a deafening crack.


    "Now! Full assault!" Lysander commanded sharply.


    The team unleashed everything they had ¨C Luna''s ice spears and frost nova, Jaxon''s relentless fire projectiles, Amisha''s shadow tendrils striking from all directions, Alina''s devastating sword strikes, and Drifter''s waves of Exalt Edge tearing through Voioscirax until it was reduced to its core form, surrounded by flickering dark energy.


    Sensing opportunity, Drifter, Amisha, Alina, and Jaxon surged forward for the final blow ¨C only to find themselves frozen in place by an invisible force. Drifter struggled desperately to break free, managing only to materialize protective Exalt Barriers around each of them as cold sweat beaded on his brow.


    The cube in Voioscirax''s chest began spinning rapidly, emitting a high-pitched whine that escalated into a deafening roar. A blinding white explosion erupted, fracturing space itself as energy shards ricocheted wildly. The force shattered their barriers instantly.


    Amisha vanished into shadows at the last second while Lysander and Luna were hurled violently across the chamber. Drifter, Alina, and Jaxon lay motionless on the ground, their armor gone, bodies battered and clothing torn.


    From the shadows, Amisha emerged with determined steps as Lysander raised his hand, activating Luminous Resurgence. Golden light surrounded the fallen warriors as celestial winged sigils appeared above them, gradually restoring their vitality even as Lysander''s own strength visibly waned.


    Drifter rose to his feet, Exaltare materializing in his grasp and black armor reforming around him. He stared at Voioscirax''s fragmented body, now rapidly reassembling itself. Looking at his companions, he recognized the signs of defeat in their hardened jaws, slumped shoulders, and vacant stares. He felt it too ¨C a tightening in his chest, the weight of impending failure.


    "Damn it¡­ He''s toying with us," Lysander muttered, his voice thick with exhaustion.


    Amisha''s eyes glinted with deadly focus. "This isn''t just about power. He''s smart. He''s reading every move we make."


    "We push forward now, while he''s still recovering!" Lysander urged.


    They surged ahead, launching volleys of energy at Voioscirax as they passed, but their attacks bounced harmlessly off its dark shield. Behind them, the relentless tide of X-shaped creatures closed in, their options narrowing as the oppressive darkness crept ever closer.


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    Drifter sprinted with Lysander Everhart and Luna Sabriel at his sides, his spectral blades and Lysander''s wisps keeping the pursuing X creatures at bay. The rhythm of their footfalls echoed in the tunnel as they raced toward what they hoped was safety. As they burst into a vast chamber, Drifter skidded to a halt, his heart sinking at the sight before him.


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    Inside, Amisha, Jaxon, and Alina stood motionless, with Lorcan, Sloane, and Reine positioned behind them. The massive stone door they had passed through was gone, replaced by a rippling wall of spatial distortion that defied comprehension.


    Damn... we''re trapped... he thought, his eyes scanning every corner of the room with vigilance, his chest tightening as his breath quickened.


    He glanced at Luna and Lysander, noting their heavy breathing. In the distance, the X creatures drew nearer, and Voioscirax floated ominously toward them, its massive wings pulsating with dark energy.


    Drifter attempted an Exalt Shift to escape, but his body slammed into an invisible barrier. "Ugh¡­ failed¡­" he muttered, struggling to regain his footing.


    Lysander fired a Luminous Bolt at the wall of distortion, but the attack dissolved uselessly against it.


    Amisha, Alina, and Jaxon sprang into action, attacking the X creatures, followed swiftly by Drifter, Luna, and Lysander. Meanwhile, Voioscirax observed them from a distance, studying their every move with cold calculation.


    On the other side of the chamber, Sloane, Lorcan, and Reine exchanged determined glances. Without hesitation, they stepped forward, each taking their position with unwavering resolve.


    Jaxon noticed their movement and shouted, "Hey! What are you doing?"


    Lysander''s voice cut through the air sharply, "That creature is beyond your ability! Fall back!"


    His words fell on deaf ears. The trio advanced toward Voioscirax with near-reckless courage.


    Reine Lindt, his hands trembling slightly, clenched his fists tightly. He slowly raised his hands, unleashing his ultimate ability, Winter''s Embrace. A glowing circle of frost appeared beneath his feet, emitting a gentle light that enveloped the surroundings. Snowflakes descended slowly, causing the temperature to plummet. The X creatures slowed, while layers of ice began to encase Voioscirax''s dark armor.


    Sloane Gast surged forward, his body enveloped in emerald wind. He dashed in a rapid circular motion before unleashing Whirlwind Vortex, creating a massive cyclone that spiraled outward, trapping several X creatures and forcing Voioscirax to momentarily retreat.


    Lorcan Grindelwald slammed his fists into the ground, unleashing Abyssal Eruption. Cracks of darkness spread across the floor, and shadowy tendrils erupted, encircling Voioscirax while annihilating the remaining X creatures.


    But then, a low hum emanated from Voioscirax''s core. In an instant, a surge of dark energy exploded outward, engulfing the battlefield. The shadowy tendrils were flung back into the ground, the vortex dissipated, and the ice melted without a trace.


    Lorcan, Sloane, and Reine stood panting, their bodies visibly exhausted. Without warning, Voioscirax vanished and reappeared behind them, its arm lashing out with extraordinary speed.


    Drifter, using a rapid Exalt Shift, Amisha with her Void Shift, and Alina with a swift Cerulion Dash, moved in perfect synchronization, rescuing their comrades just in time.


    Jaxon, teeth clenched and eyes blazing, surged forward, his Emberstorm Crossfires erupting with fiery energy. "Hey! Come at me, you filthy monster!" he shouted, unleashing a barrage of fiery projectiles.


    Voioscirax blinked into existence beside Jaxon, unleashing a relentless barrage of claw strikes from all directions. Despite his agility, Jaxon''s breaths grew ragged, the relentless assault wearing him down.


    Suddenly, a woman''s voice broke through the tension, emanating from Amisha''s wrist device. "Amisha, can you hear me? Amisha?"


    Amisha tapped her device, a faint smile appearing despite the dire situation. "Yes, Chimia... Finally, you showed up," she replied, her tone calm yet sharp.


    Lorcan looked up with widened eyes, his voice barely a whisper. "That... that''s Grandma''s voice?"


    With a controlled yet firm tone, Chimia Grindelwald responded. "We''ve been trying to destroy this structure from the outside, but it''s no use. The only way is to open the Dimensional Door."


    Amisha nodded, her faint smile unwavering. "It''s time. We really need it now. Send the portal, and we''ll get out," she said briskly.


    The air around them trembled violently. At the far end of the chamber, a Dimensional Door materialized, radiating bright light. From the portal stepped a young woman with flowing violet hair and a wide black hat, her sharp gaze bringing an unsettling sense of calm.


    Chimia Grindelwald waved her hand casually. "Everyone, into the portal. Now," she commanded firmly.


    Wasting no time, the group sprinted toward the portal. Voioscirax remained still, watching them without making a move.


    On the other side, Chimia sealed the Dimensional Door. Not far from where they landed, three figures stood waiting: a muscular man with red-black hair and flaming greatsword, a man with dark hair wielding a rapier of dark energy, and a woman with long golden hair and pointed ears.


    Amisha stepped forward, her Raven landing calmly on her arm. "Your timing is always perfect, Chimia. Thanks for saving us," she said casually.


    Chimia smirked slightly. "Lucky the message got through in time, Amisha," she replied lightly.


    Lorcan, still catching his breath, let out a weak smile. "Grandma? Wow, impressive as always... Thank goodness," he muttered in relief.


    Drifter, with a look of deep gratitude, simply said, "Thank you."


    But in his heart, he wondered, Who is she? Lorcan''s grandmother? She looks so young. That must mean she''s a Primordial.


    Luna gave a small nod. "Thank you, Chimia," she said softly.


    Jaxon, still breathing heavily, managed a faint grin. "You''re a real lifesaver, ma''am. Without you, we''d be done for,"


    Alina added in a gentle yet firm tone, "We''re very grateful, ma''am."


    Chimia shrugged casually, her smirk widening. "Oh, no need for formalities. But tell me, Lysander¡­ why would you venture into a place like this without waiting for me?" Her gaze flicked to Amisha, her smirk growing playful. "Or was this whole thing Amisha''s brilliant idea?"


    Lysander shot a sharp look at Chimia. "Don''t blame her. We made the decision together," he replied flatly, crossing his arms. "This city couldn''t be left under threat, especially with rumors starting to spread. Someone had to take the risk." His tone sharpened. "I assume you''ve seen structures like this before?"


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    Chimia, her tone now serious, nodded slowly. "There''s one in Eldoria. But that one is empty. Unlike this one."


    Drifter''s gaze sharpened as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence. "That creature¡­ its movement¡­ it''s very similar to the one I encountered in Paxluma. The one that brought down the Black Cube. But this one is much stronger."


    Luna watched Drifter, her brows knitting in thought. "I see," she said slowly, her tone laced with unease. "But it almost feels like it let us escape¡­ like it''s playing with us. I wonder what it''s really after."


    Chimia fixed her eyes on Drifter with a keen, investigative gaze. "Ah, so you''re the one mentioned in the reports. Are you certain the Cube is still connected to this creature?"


    Drifter nodded slightly, his tone calm but firm. "There''s no concrete evidence yet. But this is no coincidence."


    Chimia turned to Lysander, a curious edge in her voice. "So, what''s the plan? Do we head back, regroup with Ragnar, Mina, and the others, and take it down?"


    Lysander shook his head decisively. "No, that''s too risky. Your Dimensional Door takes a month to recharge, doesn''t it? If the creature isn''t attacking anyone, it''s better to leave it here and focus on sealing the portal."


    Amisha crossed her arms, her expression thoughtful as she nodded. "I agree. Even if we bring everyone, there''s no guarantee we''d win. And even if we do, what''s the point? Leaving it here and sealing the portal seems like the smarter move."


    Chimia shifted her focus to Lorcan, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you for looking after my grandson. I hear he can be... quite the handful."


    Alina smirked slightly, her tone casual yet tinged with subtle sarcasm. "He''s dependable... sometimes."


    Lorcan chuckled lightly, though exhaustion was still evident on his face. "See? I''m not as bad as you all think."


    Chimia raised an eyebrow, her smirk turning wry. "Your reputation as a troublemaking student doesn''t exactly inspire confidence, kid."


    She then glanced at Amisha, her tone reverting to the serious air of a leader. "Send my regards to Friedrich. I have to get back to work."


    As the group began to rest, the cold air of Riemabour brushed against their skin, bringing some relief but not fully dispelling the lingering tension.


    Chimia took a few steps forward, lightly patting Lorcan''s shoulder. "I''m leaving now, kid. Remember what I said¡ªthink before you act, stay determined, and persevere."


    Lorcan hesitated before speaking, his usual cockiness replaced by a faint hint of loss. "You''re leaving again?"


    Amisha stepped forward, her expression one of deep concern. "Chimia, are you sure you don''t need rest?"


    Chimia simply shrugged, her trademark smile still in place. "I''m fine, Amisha. I need to finish my report first, then decide whether I''ll head to Selvaria or Serrahn next. I just need to be a little more careful from now on."


    She glanced around, her expression softening slightly. "Don''t worry... I''ll make sure the Dimensional Door is ready if I find another structure like this."


    Before leaving, Chimia paused, looking back at the group, her gaze lingering on Lorcan. Her voice softened. "Take care of each other, alright?"


    Then she turned to her team. "Fio, Leon, Ezella, let''s move out," she said firmly yet casually.


    They nodded without hesitation and followed her as she walked away, slowly fading into the crowd. As chimia gone, the group ocntinue to diplomatic hall where murmur fill the room.


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    Lysander commanded the center As his hand rose, the murmurs died instantly.


    "The findings at the portal confirm our worst fears," he announced, each word falling like a stone in still water. "The portal is ancient, unstable, and connected to an unknown dimension. Whatever lies beyond it remains a mystery. But one thing is certain: this is a grave threat to Riemabour and potentially all of Verm."


    Nervous whispers swelled through the crowd, but Lysander''s voice cut through them like a blade.


    "The portal will be sealed and heavily guarded. No one¡ªand I repeat, no one¡ªwill cross it. The stakes are far too high for reckless action."


    The silence that followed pressed down on every chest. Drifter observed Lorcan standing rigid in the back, hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. The young man''s eyes were distant, lost in thought. Drifter knew he was thinking of his grandmother, Chimia, who had vanished through that shimmering veil.


    Drifter''s own mind churned. That creature... its power is overwhelming. Even the Grandmasters struggled against it. If such threats appear again, will we be ready? The Black Cube... Should I consider using a power I don''t fully understand?


    Lysander turned toward their group, his stern features softening almost imperceptibly.


    "To the exploration team¡ªDrifter, Luna, Alina, Jaxon, Lorcan, Sloane, and Reine¡ªmy deepest thanks. Your actions ensured we brought back vital information. Rest assured, your efforts will not be forgotten."


    Luna bowed slightly. "Thank you, Grandmaster Lysander. This journey has taught us much."


    Drifter offered a brief nod. "The honor is ours, sir."


    The others added their acknowledgments, but when Lorcan spoke, his voice was barely audible, thick with regret.


    "We... were only a burden, Grandmaster. Without your help, we all would''ve died there."


    Drifter watched as Sloane and Reine echoed similar sentiments, their confidence clearly shaken. Lysander stepped closer, his voice carrying an unusual warmth.


    "The three of you did your best. Thanks to your efforts, the X creatures couldn''t overwhelm us. Your courage was vital to the mission''s success." He paused, ensuring his words sank in. "But... next time, be more careful. Don''t recklessly face something whose power you don''t fully understand."


    Amisha approached, placing a steady hand on Lorcan''s shoulder. "A burden? Don''t be so quick to judge yourself, Lorcan. Your movements are sharper now¡ªnot as reckless as before."


    She addressed all three young men, her expression softening. "I can see how you''ve all influenced each other. And perhaps, you''ve had the same impact on your team."


    Her voice dropped to a near-whisper. "Take care of one another. Someday, you''ll understand just how important that is."


    She tightened her grip on Lorcan''s shoulder. "Be patient, Lorcan. You have great potential. One day, you might even surpass me... and Chimia."


    Lorcan''s eyes met hers, a new determination replacing his earlier doubt. "I''ll hold you to that, Auntie."


    Amisha''s smile. "Good." She turned to leave, pausing briefly at the threshold. "I''m returning to Varde. Thank you, everyone."


    Drifter watched as Lysander turned to Luna, his voice low but carrying an unmistakable warmth. "Luna, if you''re free tonight, I''d like to invite you to dinner. It''s been too long since we''ve truly talked."


    Luna''s typically unreadable expression softened. "Very well. I''ll come. Thank you, Grandmaster."


    Across the room, Jaxon leaned against the wall, his eternal smile in place as he addressed Alina. "Formal dinners for them, huh? How about we go for something more casual? This time, it''s my treat."


    Alina''s lips curved slightly. "Fine, but invite the others. I''m not interested if it''s just the two of us."


    Jaxon said with smile. "Alright, alright, we''ll make it a group outing. I heard the Artificial Savanna at night is pretty amazing. Let''s check it out."


    Alina looked toward the three younger members, her eyes gentle but firm. "You''ve all worked hard. It''s time to relax a little."


    Drifter stepped forward, nodding. "Good idea. Let''s go."


    As they filed out, Drifter noticed Sloane, Lorcan, and Reine lingering behind, walking in silence.


    "At least it''s over. For now," Sloane whispered.


    Lorcan''s jaw tightened. "If that creature was just the beginning, we need to prepare for worse."


    Reine nodded slowly. "We''ll have to push ourselves harder. There''s no room to relax now."


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    Drifter gave a faint smile as he saw their resolve. They went together to Riemabour''s Tier 3 district, where the gentle glow of bioluminescent flora lined the streets.


    Their friends waited ahead. Friedrich smiled in relief. "It''s good to see you all back safely."


    The air filled with reunion''s warmth. Drifter watched as Lorcan boasted to his audience, only to be deflated by Mia''s quip: "That creature ran off because it was bored listening to you, not scared."


    Vaeloria added with a laugh, "Funny, I heard it was you who ran away!"


    Jaxon spread his arms wide, inhaling deeply. "This is what I needed¡ªfresh air, good vibes, and no ancient portals trying to kill us."


    Sloane chuckled. "You know, boss, this place might be perfect for our ''research.'' Don''t you think?"


    "Ah, yes. Research. Strictly academic, of course," Jaxon replied with a grin.


    "Of course. All for the advancement of knowledge. The Academy would be proud," Sloane answered playfully.


    They strolled toward the artificial savanna, eventually settling inside a rest zone. As twilight painted the horizon, Lorcan watched a glowing fox leap between bushes, wonder gleaming in his eyes.


    "This place... it feels like the surface. How did they make it like this?"


    Vaeloria''s teasing voice cut in: "Surprising, Lorcan. That''s actually a decent question."


    "Do you even know the answer?" Lorcan snorted.


    "Of course I do... it''s all artificial. The light, the air system, even the sky we''re looking at now," she replied, arms crossed.


    "Wow, genius answer. Even a kid could figure that out," Lorcan shot back.


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    Drifter watched them all with a smile, but it faded as the thought of the creature and the black cube lingered in his mind.

 Chapter 24: Whispers in the Dark

    The ceiling spun in the dim light. Moonlight crept through the cracks of the window, casting strange patterns that danced along the walls. Each breath felt heavy in Drifter''s lungs, as if pulling an invisible weight. His eyes remained wide open, refusing to close despite his muscles screaming with exhaustion.


    Whenever his eyelids grew heavy, the images came crashing back: Luna lying amidst the rubble, her skin blackened and blistered; Friedrich, collapsed, his body unrecognizable; Alma, once so cheerful, now a charred figure among the ruins. Familiar faces twisted into masks of pain, their eyes wide in their final moments of agony.


    His heart pounded against his ribs, sweat dripping from his temple. His hands gripped the bedsheets so tightly that his knuckles turned white, desperate for an anchor to reality that felt increasingly distant. The air in the room grew suffocating, as though the walls were slowly closing in, driving the horrifying visions closer.


    "Just a dream," he whispered shakily, trying to reassure himself. "Just... a dream..."


    Sharp nails dug into his palms, creating pinpricks of pain. The sting served as an anchor, pulling his mind back from the abyss that threatened to consume it. But the shadows lingered, dancing at the edge of his vision, mocking his efforts to stay awake.


    The Lumina Core on his wrist¡ªnormally a source of comfort with its soft hum¡ªnow flickered erratically. Its light trembled, like a frightened heartbeat sensing the encroaching darkness.


    He rolled onto his side, staring blankly at the shadows that seemed to shift on their own in the corners of the room. The darkness there felt thicker, deeper¡ªlike something lurking within, watching with unseen eyes.


    With trembling hands, his fingers brushed against his Lumina Core, activating the Arcane Network screen. A soft blue light spread across the room, chasing away some of the oppressive darkness. Cheerful laughter from a comedy show filled the silence¡ªfamiliar sounds meant to comfort sleepless nights.


    His tense muscles began to relax, bit by bit. The absurd gestures and simple jokes on the screen created a fragile illusion of safety. But the calm didn''t last.


    The screen froze.


    The laughter stopped mid-sentence.


    The temperature in the room plummeted. The Lumina Core on his wrist dimmed to a faint flicker, nearly extinguished. His breath became visible in the sudden cold, a thin mist swirling in the icy air. In the corner of the room, the shadows shifted¡ªnot a trick of tired eyes but something alive, moving like black ink seeking form.


    Drifter sat up abruptly, his gaze locked on the frozen screen, his brows furrowed. "What the...?" he muttered.


    His spine stiffened, every instinct screaming danger. He forced his shaky legs to touch the frigid floor, falling into a defensive stance etched into his muscle memory.


    "...Who''s there?" His voice was weak, barely recognizable, laced with fear.


    The shadow swirled, twisting like dark smoke dancing through the air. Slowly, it began to take shape¡ªa figure both familiar and alien. Its face shifted constantly, like a reflection on rippling water. One moment it bore the features of someone he knew, then the next it was something unrecognizable and incomprehensible.


    The figure spoke, its voice light, almost playful, but reverberating strangely, as though coming from many mouths at once. "Oh, my dear Drifter... always so tense."


    A chill shot down his spine, freezing him in place. The voice, though teasing, carried a note that made his blood run cold. There was something familiar about it, but it was deeply, terribly wrong.


    The figure stepped closer, its shadow sliding smoothly across the floor like dark mist. The smile on its face was a mockery of warmth¡ªgentle but evoking a primal fear that dug deep into his core. "Don''t be so startled, my dear. I''m just here to talk," it said, its tone almost comforting.


    Drifter wanted to move but something held him back. The sheer weight of the figure''s presence locked his muscles in place. He forced his voice out, hoarse and trembling with fear. "What... do you want? Who are you?"


    The figure didn''t answer immediately. It simply stared, its ever-shifting face breaking into a faint, enigmatic smile.


    The shadow laughed, a low, resonant sound that echoed off the cold walls. It carried a strange warmth, like the greeting of an old companion, yet there was something dripping beneath it¡ªa creeping doom that filled the room. The temperature dropped further, and Drifter''s breath hung in the frozen air like a thin mist.


    The shadows surrounding the figure coiled tighter, pulling together, creating a shape almost resembling a human body, though it constantly shifted, flowing like dark liquid.


    The Mysterious Figure took another step forward, its face flickering for a moment into something vaguely familiar, though too blurred to fully recognize.


    "Oh, what I want... that doesn''t matter." With a light wave of its hand, the Mysterious Figure brushed off Drifter''s question as if discarding something insignificant. "But who I am?" Its face paused, eyes glinting sharply, like a freshly honed blade. "Does that really matter to you?"


    The way it moved, the way it spoke¡ªeverything felt wrong. Too relaxed, too familiar. Drifter''s instincts screamed at him to attack, to drive this thing out of his room, but his body remained frozen, as if the very air around them had him in a vice grip. His jaw tightened, fists clenching so hard his nails bit into his palms.


    "This is about the Black Cube, isn''t it? You''re connected to it, aren''t you?" His voice was low, trembling slightly, but his determination remained firm.


    A slow smile spread across the figure''s face. Its lips curved, but its eyes stayed cold, empty¡ªlike a mask wearing humanity. Tilting its head, it gazed at Drifter with something that resembled affection, though it was laced with mockery. "The Cube, you say? An interesting topic..." Its tone dripped with irony. "But no, tonight isn''t about that."


    The figure stepped closer, its movements smooth, gliding over the cold floor. "Tonight is about you... and what lies ahead."


    The words hit Drifter like a blow. His body tensed, his breathing quickened, and his stomach churned with an unbearable nausea. The images from his nightmares flooded back¡ªEveryone¡ªall burned, destroyed, leaving only ash and ruin. A cold bead of sweat slid down his neck.


    "What do you mean? What are you talking about?" His voice cracked, the fear he tried to suppress spilling over.


    The room grew darker. The shadows around him thickened, pressing in from every direction, creating an oppressive weight that was suffocating. The figure moved closer again, its smile fading, replaced by an expression almost tender¡ªyet still wrong, deeply wrong.


    "Those visions, my dear. You''ve seen them, haven''t you? The academy in flames... your friends, silenced forever. Tell me..."


    The figure leaned forward, its face shifting again, momentarily resembling someone Drifter once knew. "How does it feel to witness all that?"


    Drifter gasped, his breath catching in his throat. The images surged back with startling clarity¡ªfaces he desperately tried to forget, burned and broken amidst the ruins. The pain was so vivid it felt as though the figure had pulled the memories directly from his mind.


    "It''s... just a dream!" he shouted, his voice trembling, almost desperate.


    The figure let out a low laugh, its mocking tone cutting through the air like a blade. "Oh, my dear. Do you truly believe it''s just a dream? What if... it isn''t?"


    Drifter''s chest grew tighter, his breaths shortening. The figure''s words pierced his thoughts like icy needles, unraveling every strand of logic. What if the dreams weren''t just dreams? What if they were a warning? He stepped back, his face pale, his body trembling.


    The figure smiled again, though its form began to flicker, its shadow vibrating as if tearing at the seams. Even as it faded, its oppressive presence still weighed heavily on Drifter, making his knees feel weak. "I''m not saying anything, my dear. Merely... offering a perspective."


    Its voice softened, dripping with false reassurance. Tilting its head, it observed Drifter like a scientist examining a specimen. "What if the dreams are a warning, hmm? What if they''re a reality waiting just ahead?"


    Something within Drifter snapped. His jaw clenched, anger flashing through the fear. "If you''re threatening me¡ª" His voice was hoarse, filled with rage, but the figure cut him off with a dismissive chuckle. "Oh no, no. No threats here. Just... a new perspective."


    Its voice was like a gentle whisper, yet it filled every corner of Drifter''s mind, echoing relentlessly. The figure leaned in closer, its shadow nearly engulfing him. Its voice dropped to an almost intimate tone, layered with mystery. "Think carefully. What if you''re not strong enough to stop it?"


    The words hit like an icy storm. Drifter''s confidence wavered, fear and doubt clawing at him. The nightmare images were too vivid, too painful to ignore. His heart pounded, fighting to overcome the gnawing uncertainty, but the shadow of the figure''s words had already rooted deeply within him.


    Suddenly, the figure stepped back. Its shadow began to dissolve, its form unraveling like smoke blown away by the wind. The room''s temperature slowly rose, and the suffocating pressure eased.


    "Just something to consider, my dear... until we meet again."


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    The voice grew distant, fading like an echo until it disappeared entirely.


    The light from the Lumina Core returned to normal, its soft hum filling the room again. The Arcane Network screen flickered back to life, resuming the comedy show''s laughter, but it now felt hollow, meaningless.


    Drifter stared at the empty corner of the room, his voice barely a whisper. "What... just happened?"


    He collapsed to the floor, his shoulders heavy as though carrying the weight of the world. The laughter from the screen continued, but his mind was a storm of chaos, the shadows of his dreams no longer just dreams.


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    [Location: Verm Evocaier Academy ¨C Morning ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    Drifter walked briskly through the corridors, his gaze vacant and unfocused. The sound of footsteps and the warm morning sunlight barely registered in his mind, as if they existed in a different reality from the one he inhabited.


    As he turned into the main courtyard, he spotted familiar faces: Lorcan Grindelwald, Sloane Gast, and Reine Lindt, who were getting ready to enter the main building. Their presence was like a distant echo, barely penetrating the fog that surrounded his thoughts.


    "Morning, Drifter," said Reine, giving a polite nod that Drifter barely registered.


    Lorcan, flashing his usual grin, waved casually in Drifter''s direction. "Yo, old man! What''s the rush? Where''re you off to?" he teased. "Pulled an all-nighter again? Or..."


    "Got dumped, maybe?" added Sloane, smirking.


    But Drifter barely acknowledged them with a faint nod, his steps never faltering as he continued forward, lost in the labyrinth of his own thoughts.


    Lorcan, lowering his voice as Drifter passed, frowned with concern. "What''s with him?"


    Sloane, now crossing his arms, exhaled sharply. "No idea. But, seriously... I''ve never seen him this out of it."


    Reine''s gaze lingered on the corridor where Drifter had vanished. "He''s... not himself. It''s like he''s bearing the weight of something too heavy to share."


    Lorcan shout to Drifter. "Hey! Drifter! You know we''re here for you, right? Whatever''s going on, you don''t have to do this alone."


    Drifter paused mid-step, the words penetrating the fog surrounding him. His shoulders slackened slightly, but his expression remained distant, caught between worlds. Turning his head just enough to respond, he muttered, "Thanks."


    Without another word, he continued on his way, the brief connection already fading.


    Sloane ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head in frustration. "''Thanks''? That''s all we get? He''s hiding something. Bet it''s the Black Cube again."


    "He never asks for help. Seeing him like that... it''s like watching him drown and not being able to do anything." Lorcan said.


    Reine looked down, biting his lip before speaking softly. "If it''s about the Black Cube... what can we even do? Even the Grandmasters don''t seem to have any answers."


    The three stood in silence, their eyes fixed on the empty corridor Drifter had disappeared into. The morning air, usually warm and inviting, felt cold and heavy, as though Drifter''s lingering shadow had left a weight behind, echoing without sound.


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    [Location: Verm Evocaier Academy ¨C Arbiter Hall ¨C Late Morning ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    Drifter stopped at the doorway to Arbiter Hall, his breath catching in his throat. Near the grand window, Luna Sabriel stood tall, calm as the shadow of twilight, while Alina Walsh''s hands moved lightly, tracing the rhythm of their discussion. The sight of Luna triggered something in him¡ªa desperate need for stability in a world that seemed to be unraveling.


    His footsteps echoed as he approached, his eyes locked solely on Luna. Alina noticed him first, her sharp gaze assessing his haggard appearance before giving a slight nod. She walked away with a faint smile, leaving the two alone in the vast hall.


    Luna turned slowly, her piercing blue eyes meeting Drifter''s unsettled gaze. "What''s wrong?" she asked softly, her voice like a stream attempting to calm a raging fire.


    Drifter hesitated, swallowing hard against the tightness in his throat. "Luna... Sometimes, I''m not even sure if I''m awake." His voice cracked, low and weighted with fear. "I keep... seeing things. Hearing things that aren''t there. It''s like¡ª"


    The sentence caught in his throat, and he couldn''t bring himself to say what he feared most¡ªthat he might be losing himself to something beyond his control.


    Luna remained silent, but as she observed him closer. The light in the hall seemed to dim suddenly, as if responding to the darkness within him. Drifter turned abruptly, his gaze darting around the room, wild and searching, as though something invisible lurked in the corners.


    "He''s here..." he whispered, so faintly it was almost inaudible.


    But nothing was there. Only the ordinary shadows. Only the faint steps of instructors and students in the background. The moment passed, leaving him disoriented.


    "Go on," urged Luna.


    Drifter drew a deep breath, forcing himself to continue. "Last night, I was watching a broadcast on the Arcane Network. But... everything froze. It was like time stopped. And then, he appeared."


    His eyes locked onto Luna''s, filled with raw fear. "He... called out to me," he said quietly. "''My dear Drifter,'' he said. But his face..."


    He bit his lip. "It kept changing. I couldn''t... define it."


    Luna''s expression hardened slightly, her brows furrowing, but she remained silent, allowing him to continue.


    "I asked him about the Black Cube, but he didn''t answer me directly. He just stared."


    His breathing grew uneven, his fists clenching tighter at his sides. "Then he showed me... something. This academy. Ruins. Everything destroyed. All of you were..."


    Luna tilted her head slightly, her gaze sharpening. "Are you sure it was real? Not just a dream?"


    Drifter nodded weakly. "It was too real. I could smell the blood. I could hear the screams. It was real."


    Luna''s eyes narrowed. "If he can manipulate time and your perception... this isn''t just a dream. He might be toying with reality itself, making you doubt everything around you.


    Don''t let him control you," she said, her tone soft but resolute. "That''s what he wants. To make you doubt. To make you weak."


    With a heavy breath, Drifter nodded. "Thanks, Luna."


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    Drifter gave a faint smile¡ªat least he felt slightly relieved as he talked with her.


    In the distance, he noticed Alina standing by the doorway, observing him. Politely, he said goodbye to Luna and left.


    He returned to the simulation room, where he fought Cataclysmaris simulations with Alma, Nadia, and Vaeloria. Once again, they looked at him with concern. "What''s wrong?"


    Drifter gave the same answer as before. "Nothing."


    He went back to his quarters, but sleep wouldn¡¯t come. His mind was restless.


    Determined, he decided he would see Friedrich the next day.


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    As Drifter left his quarters, he moved with purpose, heading straight to Friedrich''s office with quick strides. He knocked on the door.


    "Come in, Drifter. Is there something important you wish to discuss?" Friedrich asked, seated behind his desk.


    "It''s about the Cube. I''ve been thinking about what Madam Lyriel said about her husband. Do you remember? His research, all those years ago."


    Friedrich nodded. "Yes, I remember. It''s been on my mind as well. But why bring it up now?"


    "Have we made any progress? Do we know who''s behind these attacks? Or why they''re so fixated on the Cube?" Drifter pressed.


    Friedrich sighed, his gaze drifting over the scattered papers on his desk.


    "We''ve pieced together fragments, but nothing concrete yet. Our investigation involves several groups¡ªthe Conclave of Eldoria, the Holy Empire of Selvaria, even the Arcadia Republic. But the technology we''re seeing¡ªthe military automatons, the Skyship design¡ªdoesn''t match anything we''ve encountered before. Even Celestial Forge, our own R&D division, has no record of anything like this. Whoever is behind it... they''re leagues ahead of us in expertise."


    He paused, rubbing his temples. "According to Eldoria¡¯s government, Kalevi¡ªCaelus¡¯s father¡ªvanished from their research division a few years ago. No trail, no clues. Whatever he was working on... disappeared with him."


    Drifter¡¯s expression hardened. "Someone is behind this. Whether it¡¯s an underground faction or something even bigger, technology like this doesn¡¯t just appear out of nowhere."


    Friedrich narrowed his eyes. "You¡¯re not about to point the finger at the Cult of Shadronis again, are you? That¡¯s a stretch. No one would be foolish enough to support them¡ªlet alone with technology that rivals, or even surpasses, our Celestial Forge."


    Drifter leaned forward, his eyes sharp with determination. "What about the academy¡¯s defenses? We can¡¯t just sit back and wait for them to make the next move. They¡¯re already too close. Has the academy ever dealt with anything like this before?"


    Friedrich frowned. "Never. The Order¡¯s influence is too strong. Even the Holy Empire of Selvaria, with all its military power, wouldn¡¯t risk provoking us directly."


    "But things are different now," Drifter insisted. "The Cube makes us a target."


    Friedrich held his gaze, steadying his breath. "We¡¯ve already reinforced security since the Cube arrived. That should be enough."


    Drifter didn¡¯t back down. His voice was firm. "Sorry, Professor, but it¡¯s not enough. Since the Cube came here, we¡¯ve seen too many strange events: the Grakling attack led by that girl, the unknown Skyship model, the Azistile incident, the Eternal Keeper, and that masked figure with the skeletal visage¡­ It¡¯s too much. Too many factions could be after the Cube."


    Taking a deep breath, he locked eyes with Friedrich. "My suggestion: Activate Condition II."


    Friedrich¡¯s brows shot up, and hesitation flickered across his face. "You know what you¡¯re asking, Drifter. Condition II is no ordinary measure¡ªit¡¯s a full-scale war readiness protocol."


    Drifter didn¡¯t flinch. His silence was more resolute than any argument.


    Friedrich lowered his head in thought. After a moment, he looked back at Drifter, decision settling in his expression. "Alright. I trust you, Drifter."


    Drifter gave a small, deliberate nod. "Thank you, Professor. I have one more request¡ªlet me oversee the Cube directly at the research center."


    Friedrich¡¯s features softened slightly, understanding the gravity of the request. Slowly, he nodded. "Very well. I¡¯ll assign extra security. You won¡¯t be alone."


    Drifter stood, offering one final nod before turning to leave. The door closed behind him, and silence filled the office.


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    Friedrich remained still, his fingers drummed softly on the desk as thoughts churned in his mind. Slowly, he gathered the scattered papers, a renewed determination in his eyes.


    Activating the Lumina Core on his wrist, he projected an image of Luna.


    "Luna," Friedrich began, his voice steady but laced with concern, "what¡¯s been going on with Drifter lately? Something feels... off."


    Luna¡¯s gaze held his, unwavering. "He came to me yesterday. He said there was a figure¡­ something that appeared to him. It called out to him, as if it already knew him."


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    "He said the figure wasn¡¯t of any known species. It was like it came from somewhere entirely... other. It showed him visions¡ªthis academy in ruins, engulfed in flames, everyone gone," Luna added.


    Friedrich¡¯s jaw tightened as the unease solidified into something more tangible, something more dangerous.


    "He believes it¡¯s connected to the Cube, though he¡¯s not certain yet. This isn¡¯t just a nightmare¡ªit feels¡­ too real," Luna continued.


    "I¡¯ve already increased security at the academy. But if this is more than just a vision, we¡¯ll have to keep a closer eye on him. Let me know if anything changes," Friedrich said.


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    Luna nodded. "Understood. I¡¯ll watch over him. If anything shifts, you¡¯ll know immediately."


    The projection faded, leaving Friedrich alone once more. His gaze lingered where Luna¡¯s image had been, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on him.


    The Cube had brought them to this precipice, and he couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that they were standing at the edge of something vast¡ªsomething catastrophic.

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    The grand dining hall basked in soft crystal chandelier light as Luna sat with practiced poise, her ice-blue eyes seemingly lost in distant thoughts. Across from her, Alina''s sharp gaze traced Luna''s every movement.


    "That time, Drifter was so serious talking to you. What''s going on?" Alina probed.


    Luna''s gaze remained fixed on her plate. "Ah, it''s nothing," she replied with finality.


    The moment shattered as Vestra System''s synthetic voice resonated throughout the hall: "Attention all teaching staff, instructors, and veteran members of the Evocaier Order. This is an emergency announcement. Please proceed to the Grand Hall immediately. Condition II has been activated."


    The hall fell silent. Confused glances darted between instructors as Alina turned to Luna.


    "Condition II? That... has never happened before," she whispered disbelievingly.


    Luna rose with unnatural calm. "I figured this would happen. Drifter must have talked to Friedrich."


    Alina leaned forward intensely. "See? I knew something''s up. Come on, Luna, spill it."


    Luna shook her head subtly. "I''m sorry, Alina. It''s better if Drifter explains it. He''ll tell you everything you need to know."


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    In his room, Jaxon stretched across his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as languid melodies filled the space. "So tired... When can I get a week off?" he murmured, smiling. "The Sarjavah Festival is coming up soon. No way I''m going to miss that."


    His mind wandered to Maranagara¡ªwhite beaches, luxurious resorts, and gentle waves. He imagined vibrant parades, exotic street food aromas, and awe-inspiring Arcadian technologies.


    "Fireworks over the water... beautiful beaches... and a whole week of the best food and drinks from across Vesteria. Perfect."


    The peaceful moment shattered when Vestra System''s voice filled the room. His smile vanished as he pushed himself up between reluctance and concern.


    "Condition II? Ugh, seriously?" Swinging his legs over the bed, he gazed at the sunset-painted sky, gathering his belongings with a heavy sigh. "Goodbye, quiet evening... Alright, let''s see what''s going on this time."


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    In the library, Vellya perched on a stool with a colorful picture book while Alma and Nadia flanked her like protective angels. Behind them loomed Guardian Skeletons, their hollow eye sockets vigilant.


    "Yay! That story was amazing! Thank you, Papa! Thank you, Mama!" Vellya exclaimed, turning to her companions. "Big Sis Alma, Big Sis Nadia, do you have another good storybook?"


    Before they could respond, Vestra System''s mechanical voice shattered the peaceful atmosphere. Students tensed, their faces etched with growing concern.


    "Big Sis, what does that mean? What''s Condition II?" Vellya asked, clutching her books tightly.


    Alma knelt beside her with a forced smile. "It''s probably just a drill, little one. Nothing to worry about, okay? Everything''s fine."


    But doubt flickered across Vellya''s innocent face, and nearby, Nadia''s hands trembled as she whispered to Alma, "Alma... what''s going on? Condition II... it''s not something we''ve seen before, right? Do you think... we''re in trouble?"


    Alma reached for Nadia''s cold hands. "Sshh... it''s okay, Nadia," she soothed. "It''s probably just a precaution. They''re being extra careful, that''s all."


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    In the courtyard, students prepared to leave as the golden-orange evening light bathed everything. Vaeloria, Mia, and Lily led the way, followed by Lorcan, Sloane, Reine, Alyssa, Bryan, Erick, and Caelus.


    "Hey, did you see Drifter earlier?" Lorcan asked Caelus curiously.


    Caelus shrugged. "Nope. Did something happen to him?"


    "We saw him," Sloane interjected. "Looked like he had a lot on his mind. Any idea what''s going on?"


    Caelus grew serious. "If I had to guess... it might be something to do with the Black Cube."


    Bryan sighed worriedly. "Poor guy. Maybe we should check in on him, bring him something. He''s done so much for us."


    Erick nodded. "Yeah, we owe him. If it weren''t for him, the three of us wouldn''t even be here."


    Alyssa rolled her eyes. "Ugh, that was just because I messed up. But fine, you''re right. We do owe him."


    Reine offered a gentle smile. "Let''s do it. What should we give him?"


    Lorcan raised an eyebrow and quipped, "How about a cube-shaped black cake?"


    The group fell silent, turning to him with flat, unimpressed stares while the background buzz of student conversation continued unabated.


    Caelus shot him a deadpan look. "Really, Lorcan? That''s more likely to give him a panic attack."


    Sloane laughed lightly, clapping Lorcan''s shoulder. "Okay, okay. Let''s just get moving. We can figure it out along the way."


    Their conversation was cut short by Vestra System''s announcement. The cheerful atmosphere vanished as students froze in confusion.


    "What the... did you guys hear that?" Sloane muttered.


    "Yeah... we''ve been here for years, and I''ve never heard anything like that," Lorcan replied.


    Ahead, students near the gates began turning back, confusion and worry etched on their faces. Vaeloria, Mia, and Lily, who had been leading the way out, stopped in their tracks.


    Lily glanced at Vaeloria tremblingly. "Ria, what do we do now?"


    Vaeloria stared back toward the academy resolutely. "Looks like our plans are off. This has to be serious."


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    In the Grand Hall, Drifter''s footsteps echoed as he approached, each step feeling impossibly heavy. His eyes scanned the concerned faces filling the vast space, spotting Jaxon waving casually, Luna standing motionless, and Alina''s narrowed eyes catching sight of him.


    Friedrich and Headmaster Gideon stepped onto the podium as the murmurs faded into expectant silence.


    "As you''ve heard, we are now in Condition II," Friedrich began gravely. "This is not a drill."


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    A deathly quiet fell over the assembly as uneasy glances were exchanged.


    Headmaster Gideon raised his hand commandingly. "To clarify, let me remind you all¡ªCondition II signifies heightened alert status. The situation involving the Black Cube has escalated. While there is no immediate threat, we must remain vigilant."


    Friedrich''s precise words cut through the silence. "Patrol schedules will be issued shortly. Key areas, especially the Research Center, must be secured at all times. Report anything suspicious immediately. The Black Cube must remain protected."


    As people filed out in hushed discussions, Jaxon sighed beside Drifter. "Well, there goes my vacation," he muttered. "Any idea what''s going on? Why the sudden alert?"


    "I''m the one who requested it from Professor Friedrich," Drifter stated evenly.


    Jaxon''s eyebrow arched with interest. "Seriously? Did you find something?"


    Drifter nodded. "Yeah... just stay alert. Don''t let your guard down."


    Jaxon studied him intently before murmuring, "Alright... got it."


    Drifter raised his voice just enough. "Stay sharp, everyone. I''m heading to the Research Center to keep watch."


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    Each step toward the Research Center felt like walking through quicksand. Whispers crept into Drifter''s consciousness¡ªinhuman voices mixing commands, complaints, and agonized screams. Pain lanced through his head like countless needles.


    The voices intensified, seeping into his thoughts like poison. "Help... stop it... Destroy... Attack... Conquer..." His body refused to move, as if chained in place.


    Hold on... I have to hold on... The thought echoed desperately as his muscles screamed in protest.


    Through his pain, Alma''s soft voice broke through. "Good evening, Drifter. Are you okay? You look pale," she said, appearing beside him with Nadia and Vellya.


    "Alma? I''m fine... Thanks," he managed, forcing a weak smile.


    "Hey, old man! You sure you''re okay? Just say the word, no need to act tough," Lorcan teased worriedly from behind.


    "Drifter... you don''t have to worry," said Luna, standing with Friedrich, Alina, and Jaxon.


    The peaceful moment shattered as a deafening explosion tore through the air, hurling Drifter backward. When his vision cleared, horror greeted him¡ªa world in ruins, severed limbs, disfigured faces, and raging flames.


    Damn it... Whatever this is... I won''t let it happen... The thought burned through him with renewed determination.


    He forced himself up, each painful breath catching in his chest. His hand found the comforting warmth of the Elysian Wardstone in his pocket.


    The apocalyptic vision began to fade, but the voices persisted. With every step, reality shifted¡ªone moment showing carnage, the next appearing normal. When he finally reached the Research Center, the metal door slid open, and harsh white light poured out.


    "Silence... please, silence..." he pleaded almost inaudibly.


    Inside the lift, the noise crashed over him like a tidal wave. When the doors reopened, he stumbled forward, barely maintaining balance.


    "QUIET!" he shouted desperately into the empty corridor.


    His eyes darted around as shadows writhed at the edges of his vision. "Who''s there... You again... Show yourself!" he demanded of the emptiness.


    Step by painful step, he forced himself toward the Black Cube chamber. When the final door opened, blinding light flooded his senses. The Cube hovered at the center, surrounded by a pulsing blue aura that called to something deep within him.


    "Just shut it down. Take it. End it all," a distorted voice hissed seductively.


    His hand froze mid-air, trembling with effort. But... what if this thing... what if it''s manipulating me and I''m the source of all this?


    He stepped back until he felt the cold wall, then slid down as his strength gave out. The voices faded to a background drone as his focus narrowed entirely to the Blue shimmer.


    "No matter what happens, this thing must not fall into anyone''s hands."


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    Five days later, Luna, Jaxon, and Alina found Drifter slumped against the wall in the Black Cube Room, his face a blank mask but his eyes containing a storm of complex emotions.


    "Hey, pal... how was last night? Everything alright?" Jaxon asked casually, met with silence.


    Alina gripped Drifter''s shoulder firmly. "Drifter! What''s going on with you?!" she demanded sharply.


    Luna knelt beside him gently. "Drifter... we''re here. Come back to us."


    After a long silence, Drifter blinked. "What are you doing here?" His voice was rough, barely audible.


    "First things first, buddy¡ªgrab some food, then head home and rest. We''ve got this," Jaxon urged.


    Something in Drifter snapped. He pushed himself up suddenly, eyes burning intensely. "You can''t!" he burst out desperately. "You won''t be able to handle it! Don''t try to stop me, alright?!"


    Luna stepped forward again gently. "Drifter... you''re wearing yourself out. Let us help."


    His fists clenched as he shook with effort. "You don''t understand, Luna... if the Cube is lost... if it falls into the wrong hands..." His voice cracked, unable to complete the thought.


    As they reluctantly withdrew, Drifter''s quiet voice followed them. "I''m sorry... and thank you."


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    Five more days passed. In the cafeteria, sunlight streamed through windows, yet a palpable heaviness lingered.


    "Ugh, I''m so tired. Five days of this, and nothing''s even happened," Sloane complained, stirring his soup endlessly.


    "Honestly, I''m fine with it. If five quiet days mean we''re safe, I''ll take it," Reine sighed with relief.


    "If it stays quiet for another two weeks, they might finally downgrade us from Condition II," Caelus noted thoughtfully.


    Bryan groaned audibly at the thought. "Two weeks? Are you serious? Five days already feels like a year."


    Mia poked listlessly at her food. "Yeah... I''m so bored. I can''t imagine sitting through another week of this."


    "I just want all of this to be over. Doesn''t matter how long it takes, as long as we''re safe." Erick said


    "Same here. I miss home so much." Lily said.


    Their conversation lulled for a moment as Alyssa tilted her head, her sharp gaze settling on Lorcan, who sat unusually quiet, absentmindedly twirling his fork.


    ¡°Hey, Lorcan. What¡¯s up with you? You¡¯re weirdly quiet today. What¡¯s on your mind?¡±


    Lorcan gave a small shrug, his eyes distant. ¡°Just¡­ thinking.¡±


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    Seated nearby, Vaeloria smirked. ¡°Wow, Lorcan thinking? Should we be worried the world¡¯s ending?¡±


    "By the way, has anyone seen Drifter? It¡¯s been five days, and I haven¡¯t seen him anywhere. Anyone know what¡¯s going on with him?" Lorcan asked.


    "Probably off on some special assignment. My bet¡¯s he¡¯s at city headquarters," Caelus said.


    "No, he¡¯s not. My sister¡¯s stationed there, and she said she hasn¡¯t seen him," Reine added.


    Before anyone could speculate further, Vaeloria squinted toward the cafeteria entrance. Alma, Nadia, and Vellya had just walked in. She nodded toward them with a small smile.


    "Hey, let¡¯s just ask her. She¡¯d know for sure."


    "Good idea," Mia said.


    As the three approached, Alma greeted them with her signature bright smile, though there was a faint tension behind it. Nadia, on the other hand, seemed uneasy, her eyes darting nervously around the room. Vellya followed close behind, cheerful but with a hint of confusion in her expression.


    "Hey, Alma. Do you know where Drifter is? We haven¡¯t seen him in days," Lorcan asked.


    Alma¡¯s smile faltered slightly. She hesitated, glancing at Nadia, then back at the group. "He¡¯s... he¡¯s at the Research Center."


    "Is he okay? Is something wrong?" Reine asked, brows furrowed.


    "No, he¡¯s fine. He¡¯s just... on guard duty. That¡¯s all," Alma replied.


    "Guard duty? Isn¡¯t that where the Black Cube is?" Erick asked.


    "Cut the act, Alma. We know something¡¯s up. Why not just tell us?" Vaeloria pressed.


    Alma sighed, lowering her gaze. "Okay... He¡¯s been acting strange. We saw him recently, and... he¡¯s not himself."


    The group fell silent, the weight of her words settling over them.


    After a moment, Lorcan spoke up, louder this time. "Enough talk. Let¡¯s go to the Research Center and see what¡¯s really going on."


    "We¡¯re novices. We can¡¯t just walk in there, especially not in a big group like this," Caelus pointed out.


    Lorcan turned to Alma, his expression hopeful. "Can you talk to your dad? Maybe get us permission to see him?"


    Alma hesitated, uncertainty clear on her face, but after a moment, she nodded. "I¡¯ll try."


    She stepped aside and made the call. When she returned, her expression was apologetic. "Sorry, guys. You¡¯re not allowed in. My dad said it¡¯s restricted."


    "If we can¡¯t see him, how about we send him a message? All of us together," Vaeloria suggested with a smile.


    "That¡¯s a good idea. Let¡¯s do it," Lorcan agreed.


    The group pulled out their Lumina Cores, typing heartfelt messages to Drifter. Even Vellya smiled brightly as she joined in, inspired by the group''s shared hope that everything would soon return to normal.


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 Chapter 26: Stand of Resolve

    The white room hummed with the soft pulse of the Evocyte crystal. Drifter sat in the corner, back pressed against the cold wall, his vacant gaze fixed on the Black Cube floating in its protective field. Whispers gnawed at his mind like cold winds through cracks.


    The tension in the room pressed against him like thorns. His empty stare remained unchanged until something touched his consciousness¡ªa voice unlike the others. A distortion, like a rift in reality speaking directly to him.


    "They... are coming..."


    His eyelids blinked once, slow but sharp. His empty gaze ignited, flashing with an unusual gleam¡ªnot just awareness, but something darker, deeper. His lips curled into a twisted smile, not of relief, but of something far more unsettling¡ªlike a predator finally finding its prey.


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    His body trembled¡ªthen surged forward. Blue light enveloped him, forming shimmering black armor as his cloak billowed in the energy-charged air.


    Exaltare materialized in his grip, its dark gray blade pulsing with vibrant blue light. The very air quaked as he stood firm, his resolve unshaken. Raising his left hand, crackling energy gathered at his fingertips.


    Exalt Storm.


    Three glowing blue sigils flared to life. In an instant, a volley of energy blasts erupted, striking everything in the room.


    As the shockwaves rippled through the space, two figures slowly emerged from invisibility.


    The first, a young man with silver hair, wielded daggers emitting wild blue electricity. His movements were fast, hard to follow as he dodged energy blasts.


    The second figure, tall and slender, moved with an effortless grace. His black suit remained immaculate, a fedora casting a shadow over his face, partially obscuring the eye patch he wore. In his hands, he wielded crescent moon-shaped tonfas, their edges glowing with an unnatural, fiery light¡ªVimorian Moralistra.


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    "Well, well... Do you have some magical sight, or is that just pure skill? I''ll give credit where it''s due... that was impressive." the man said.


    Drifter''s eyes flared with a dark gleam, his gaze sharp like a knife. The muscles in his brow tensed, revealing raw anger, while his lips curled slightly.


    Fire and lightning user... whoever they are... no mercy, Drifter thought.


    Suddenly, the room trembled like a storm. Drifter''s feet braced hard against the ground.


    The man smiled faintly, tilting his head in a gesture both relaxed and almost dismissive.


    "Ah, too bad the lights are still on. Looks like we''re about to get a real show, huh?"


    Drifter''s eyes sharpened, narrowing at him.


    No doubt about it... that vibration... Skyship Cannon... Damn... Looks like that nightmare is becoming a reality. I hope they all make it, Drifter thought.


    The young man disappeared in a flash of blue lightning, reappearing at the magisterial console. He threw a small rectangular box in three directions, creating glowing blue portable shields to protect him while his fingers touched the console near the Black Cube.


    Drifter immediately vanished into blue particles¡ªExalt Shift¡ªmoving straight to the console''s side. He slashed at the shield with Exaltare, but suddenly felt heat on his right. The man in the fedora emerged from flames, attacking with his dual tonfa blades. The slash struck Drifter''s arm, but his armor and natural barrier protected him.


    "Oh, come now. Don''t spoil the fun for my partner," the man said.


    Drifter stepped back, but the man advanced with weapons engulfed in raging flames. Drifter released a series of Spectral Swords towards the youth at the console. Dozens attacked from various angles, but before they reached their target, the man in the fedora snapped his fingers.


    Click¡­ the sound of his finger snap.


    Suddenly, an explosion shattered every sword into bursts of energy.


    The man in the fedora continued slashing toward Drifter, who blocked with Exaltare. Blue light and fire clashed in the room.


    The man chuckled softly. "Ah, an Arcane Saber? How quaint. You don''t see those much anymore. A shame, really¡ªalmost a lost art."


    Drifter gritted his teeth. Damn... whether I like it or not, I have to deal with him, he thought grimly.


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    With unwavering determination, Drifter activated Exalt Shift once more, his sword carving a brilliant blue streak through the air toward the man''s back. But with effortless grace, the man spun his dual tonfa blades behind him, deflecting the strike without so much as a backward glance, a smug smile tugging at his lips.


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    In one fluid motion, he whirled around, executing a perfect 360-degree slash. Drifter barely stepped back in time, but before he could regain footing, the man snapped his fingers with a sly grin.


    Explosions of fire struck Drifter, but he emerged from the smoke, his sword slicing toward the man''s head. The fedora-wearer tilted his head effortlessly to dodge, then countered with a fiery kick that sent Drifter staggering backward.


    "Quite nimble," the man said casually. "But lacks impact." He winked.


    Drifter''s eyes widened. This won''t be easy.


    Taking a deep breath, Exaltare began to shine brightly, the blue energy intensifying. Determined, he swung his sword, unleashing barrage of Exalt Edge¡ªblue energy waves surging toward the man in the fedora.


    However, the man moved his dual tonfa blades with uncanny precision, slicing through each wave until the energy dissipated into nothing.


    The man materialized spinning red sigils in both hands, radiating intense heat before disappearing as swiftly as they appeared.


    Drifter felt alarming heat beneath his feet, sharp and searing. What is he doing? A trap rune? he thought, eyes scanning the room.


    He took a slow step sideways, while keeping eyes and body aligned with his opponent.


    The man smiled faintly, fingers raised. With a simple snap, his voice cut through the air with cold, terrifying calm.


    "Flame Burst."


    The explosion struck like a storm, scorching Drifter''s hands and waist. The Lumina Core on his wrist shattered, its tiny fragments vanishing into the air. The pouch at his waist, carrying his Evocyte recovery potions, burst apart, its remains falling lifelessly.


    Drifter staggered but quickly steadied himself, his face composed¡ªshowing no panic, only a cold, unwavering gaze filled with relentless determination.


    "Ah, what a shame," the man mocked. "Looks like your little energy drink spilled, didn''t it? How terribly unfortunate..."


    He suddenly appeared from the flames in front of Drifter. "Inferno Shrapnel,"


    He swung his Fire Tonfa Blades in a quick motion, causing them to shatter into bursts of glowing energy scattered in chaotic patterns. Then, an explosion occurred.


    Drifter jumped high and slashed downward with one hand. As the man blocked the strike, Drifter fired an Exalt Bolt from his left hand¡ªblue projectiles shooting toward the man''s face. His red natural barrier protected him, but the fedora fell, and a smile spread across his face.


    "Now that''s better..." the man said with a relaxed tone.


    Drifter was sweating. He glanced to his left, watching the barrier protecting the Black Cube begin to fade while the young man worked at the console.


    No time left... Drifter thought to himself.


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    The night wind howled fiercely. Friedrich stood among the Holy Knights at the edge of the academy''s front yard, eyes fixed on the holographic display reflecting red light from the fallen structures.


    He raised his hand to the Lumina Core on his wrist. The ARF comms text flashed on the hologram screen.


    "Research Center team, report in... Drifter, do you copy?"


    Explosions drew closer, shaking the air and ground beneath him, but Friedrich didn''t flinch. Suddenly, Vilreth''s name appeared beneath the ARF text.


    "Commander, we''ve lost the golems and skyships. They launched a surprise assault on the hangar using Stealth Automaton." Vilreth said.


    Friedrich''s jaw tightened. "How many units are left?" he asked.


    After a brief silence, Vilreth replied emotionlessly, "Only four assault golems... two transport golems."


    Friedrich''s eyes darkened. "Bring them all here," he commanded.


    Soft but confident footsteps approached. Without looking, Friedrich spoke sharply, "Did you hear my orders? To the shelter. Now."


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    Alma stepped forward, chin raised, gaze defiant. "We''re not going," she said, voice trembling with emotion but unfaltering.


    Friedrich stood silent, his gaze finally falling on Alma''s pinkish eyes. He breathed quietly, like holding something back, before muttering, "Damn..."


    Behind Alma stood Nadia, hands gripping her skirt, brown eyes gleaming with resolve behind her glasses. Friedrich surveyed the gathered students¡ªLorcan, Sloane, Reine, Caelus, Alyssa, Bryan, Erick, Vaeloria, Mia, Lily, and Vellya. Fear marked their faces, some trembling, yet none retreated.


    Lorcan spoke first, attempting casual confidence despite his wavering voice. "Oi, Alma, Nadia... don''t act like you''re the only tough ones. We''re here too, right?"


    Caelus added calmly, but meaningfully, "What else can we do? This city, this academy... it''s our home."


    A faint smile touched Alma and Nadia''s faces, though tension remained.


    Sloane looked at the approaching automatons. "Eh, if you think about it... this is beyond our ability, right?"


    Alyssa shot him a sharp look. "Coward! We won''t lose, even if we die."


    Bryan shook his head slightly. "But still, be careful, Alyssa. Don''t act rashly."


    Mia sighed deeply. "Ugh... I just hope we don''t die young, alright?"


    Vaeloria stepped forward. "Come on, whether we like it or not, we have to do this."


    Vellya, hugging her guardian skeleton, spoke with simple conviction. "Papa and Mama will protect all of us."


    Reine, Erick, and Lily remained silent, faces pale but resolute.


    Vaeloria looked at them gently. "Are you okay? We''re not forcing anyone."


    Lorcan added with rare seriousness, "Yeah, if you''re unsure, it''s fine to go to the shelter."


    Reine smiled awkwardly. "Don''t worry, we''re always together, right? Just like always."


    Erick nodded firmly. "Yeah, we''ll be fine."


    Lily glanced at Vellya. "If the little one is going... I have no reason to be afraid."


    Friedrich surveyed the young faces, then nodded heavily. "Alright. But listen carefully. Follow my orders. If I say retreat, you retreat. Understand?"


    All students nodded, fear mingling with determination. Friedrich turned to the instructors. "Luna, Jaxon, Alina¡ªkeep them safe. Don''t let them act recklessly."


    Luna''s voice carried warmth. "They will be safe. I''ll make sure of it."


    Alina spoke firmly. "We''ll protect them."


    Jaxon smiled faintly. "Ready. No one''s dying here."


    The ground trembled as metal machinery approached. Friedrich''s voice rose above the noise. "Everyone, get ready! Hold the line!"


    The first explosion followed, light and sound filling the night. Veterans moved forward, weapons glowing. Students followed, their fear cloaked in courage.


    Alma stepped forward, her left hand materializing a bright magical sigil. "Let''s do this."


    Nadia joined her, creating her own brown sigil. "I''m with you."


    Together, they faced the wave of automatons advancing like a storm, the clash of steel and energy shaking the ground beneath their feet.


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    [Location: Evocaier Academy ¨C Research Center ¨C Night ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    Drifter and the man in the fedora clashed violently, blue energy colliding with raging red storm, sending sparks flying. Each strike echoed like metal against metal. Drifter''s attacks grew sharper, exploiting every opening, but his opponent blocked each attack with dance-like movements.


    Drifter focused on his breathing, eyes darting between his opponents. I hope this works, he thought.


    The blue swords circling him moved like flowing water toward the fedora-wearing man. As his opponent blocked and destroyed them, Drifter vanished into blue particles¡ªExalt Shift. He reappeared near the console, but red light flared beneath him. Ignition Trap.


    Boom!


    A massive explosion erupted, sending a red-orange pillar of fire skyward. But Drifter was ready. Exalt Barrier surrounded him, a transparent blue shield pulsing with energy. The silver-haired youth froze, eyes wide with surprise.


    Drifter unleashed Azure Tempest, filling the room with afterimages and blue slashes like a raging storm. The youth, however, merged with blue lightning, leaping high to evade every blade.


    The tempest shattered all portable shields and gouged the floor deeply. After landing, the young man exhaled briefly. "Man, that was close," he said calmly with a small smile playing at his lips.


    From afar, the man''s smile widened. "Don''t tell me that was your best shot," he teased.


    Drifter stood firm, materializing his Exalt Barrier again. The man raised an eyebrow. "You think you can take me head-on? Bold... but foolish."


    He dismissed his tonfa blades and summoned red sigils, releasing Ember Precision. Molten fireballs formed at his fingers, shooting toward Drifter and destroying his barrier. Yet Drifter formed a new one each time.


    His breathing grew heavier, eyes narrowing as pressure mounted. Just a little more...


    Suddenly, the man paused mid-swing, brow furrowed. Drifter seized the opportunity, dashing forward. Exaltare moved with lightning speed, its blue gleam cutting through the air in a flurry of slashes that destroyed the man''s natural barrier. The final strike pierced his black suit, drawing blood.


    The man winced. "Tch..." His hand lifted, gathering fire energy to heal his wound. Across the room, the silver-haired youth froze in surprise.


    Drifter''s victory was brief. Pain spread through his body as Exaltare''s faded. Damn... My reserve is almost gone, he thought.


    The man straightened, wiping blood away casually. "Ah, bravo! That was almost... entertaining. But, I''m afraid the show ends here."


    He disappeared into flames, reappearing before Drifter with wild eyes and wrong smile. His strikes grew faster, more aggressive. Drifter struggled to block, retreating step by step.


    When his opponent slashed vertically with a fiery shockwave, Drifter raised a small Exalt Barrier. The shield held momentarily, causing the man to stagger. Quickly, Drifter spun and slashed at the man''s right arm, tearing his jacket. He followed with Spectral Swords, but the man created a fire wall that destroyed them all.


    Suddenly, the young man called out, "Done."


    Drifter turned quickly¡ªthe shield around the Black Cube had vanished. The youth touched it, dark energy pulsing beneath his fingertips.


    Cold filled Drifter''s chest. Stay calm... It''s not over yet. If I can take this guy down...


    He used Exalt Shift again, teleporting to the right of the man and unleashing Azure Tempest. His afterimages slashed through the air, but struck only a fire dummy as it was an illusion trap. Suddenly, the air heated around him. A series of explosions hit him with brutal force.


    Drifter dropped to one knee. His barrier held briefly, but Azure Tempest ceased. The man appeared to his left, and with a single slash, triggered Inferno Shrapnel. The explosions shattered Drifter''s natural barrier. Pain seared through his ribs as his body slammed into the floor.


    The world spun around him. He tried to rise, but his strength had drained. Blood pooled beneath him.


    His opponent dismissed his weapons, which dissipated into red particles. He retrieved his fedora and turned toward Drifter. "Well, what a shame... looks like the prize is already in our hands," he grinned with dark satisfaction.


    The taunting words cut deep. Drifter lay gasping, Exaltare and his armor fading into the air.


    The two intruders walked toward the exit, but the man paused at the doorframe, glancing at Drifter''s weakened form. "Don''t take it personally. It''s just business."


    Outside, a black Alcherider appeared from invisibility, its sharp angles and aerodynamic body hovering with cold blue light.


    Before boarding, the man snapped his fingers, triggering Concussive Flame. A deafening boom erupted, followed by a massive fireball forming a mushroom cloud with a powerful shockwave. The explosion lit up the night sky behind him as his smile brightened the darkness.


    The young man watched coldly as the Research Center crumbled. "Well... it always ends with a bang," he said, entering the cockpit. The man followed, his smile never fading as he shut the door.


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    [Outside the Research Center ¨C Verm Evocaier Academy ¨C Battlefield ¨C Night]


    The ground shook violently as tremors rippled through the battlefield. An explosion roared like a dragon''s cry, blending with clashing magic, clanging steel, and war screams.


    Sloane flinched, nearly losing balance as he deflected an attack with Zephyra Fang, his dagger. His face paled as he stared at the explosion''s source. "What in the world was that?"


    A panther-shaped automaton leapt from the shadows. Its claws lashed out, barely missing Sloane as he rolled away, wild winds swirling around him.


    Nearby, Reine gripped his sword and shield, Vireiscryne tightly, the shield trembling under energy blasts. "That''s coming from the Research Center," he said tensely, gaze fixed on distant flames.


    Alina tore through automatons with her Frostshard Legacy greatsword but stopped suddenly, eyes locked on the firestorm. "Luna... is that¡ª"


    Luna stood firm despite her strained breathing. Her hands glowed with blue sigils, freezing advancing enemies. Her gaze remained fixed on the distant inferno, her expression shadowed with fear. "I know," she murmured, hands trembling slightly.


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    [Location: Evocaier Academy ¨C Research Center ¨C Night ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    Cold enveloped Drifter as he lay beneath the rubble. His breaths came shallow and weak. The faint blue glow from the Elysian Wardstone had barely shielded him from the worst of the explosion.


    His vision blurred, distant alarms and battle sounds receding like whispers into silence. His hand clutched the fading Wardstone until its warmth vanished, replaced by bone-deep cold. "Vina¡­ you saved me again¡­ I''m sorry¡­ Wardstone¡­ your precious one..." he whispered.


    The stone crumbled to dust in his grasp, the final memento of his past gone.


    Shadows twisted in the corners like sentient creatures watching him. With great effort, Drifter forced his eyes open. A faint shimmer appeared, solidifying into a blurred figure that shifted constantly¡ªone moment human, the next something indescribable. Its face changed with each transformation, subtly wrong, as if reality rejected its presence.


    The figure approached with deliberate steps. Its smile was gentle yet sinister, its voice soft but oppressively heavy. "Hello again, my dear."


    Icy tendrils shot through Drifter''s veins. The voice felt both familiar and alien, digging into buried memories. He tried to move, to speak, but remained paralyzed by fear and weakness.


    The figure crouched before him, its void-like eyes staring into his soul. "Oh, don''t bother. I can see you''re not quite up for a chat."


    Its tone was soft, almost mocking, wrapped in false affection. It leaned closer, cold breath sending shivers through him.


    "I know what you''re thinking¡ª''Why are you here?'' Well, let''s just say I wanted to see how it all plays out...."


    The words struck hard, dragging Drifter back into inescapable memories. Visions of his friends fighting an impossible battle filled his mind¡ªnot dreams, but cold reality sinking into his heart.


    The figure raised its hand, plunging the room into darkness. Horrifying images flooded Drifter''s thoughts: Friedrich wielding his glowing Mace against endless waves; Luna, exhausted yet resolute; Alma, struggling to heal the injured; Nadia, trembling as she created protective barriers.


    "Look at them. They''re giving everything they''ve got, aren''t they? But it''s never enough," the figure''s voice poisoned the nightmare.


    Drifter''s heart raced with fear. His fingers trembled, searching for anything to hold onto.


    The figure leaned closer, its whisper both tempting and sinister. "I can change all this. Bring back the Cube, save them. All you have to do is ask."


    Drifter froze, caught between fear and impossible hope. But something about the figure felt deeply wrong. His body remained still, voice trapped, even as his heart rebelled. No... This is wrong... but out there... they need me...


    The figure leaned in, its face nearly touching his, smile widening mockingly. "You''ll change your mind, My Dear. You always do."


    It stood, its body shimmering and vibrating, warping the room around it. Shadows stretched and wrapped around the figure before it vanished, leaving crushing silence.


    Drifter lay still, strength gone, mind haunted by terrifying images. He tried to hold onto his friends'' faces, but darkness slowly consumed everything, enveloping him completely.

 Chapter 27: Stand of Resolve, Part II

    The air hummed with wild energy, the sharp tang of burning metal stinging the senses. The once-grand courtyard of Evocaier Academy lay in shambles as streaks of red projectiles blazed through the night sky. Automatons of various shapes advanced with relentless precision¡ªbipedal Vexors unleashing energy blasts, six-legged mechanical horses spewing deadly firepower, panther-like machines prowling the flanks, and massive spider-shaped automatons flickering in and out of sight. The piercing wail of a siren signaled Condition III as explosions thundered across the battlefield.


    Luna Sabriel staggered back, her shallow breaths betraying her exhaustion, though her fierce blue eyes remained unwavering. With trembling hands, she casting her ultimate. "Glacialis Tempestus!" A dozen massive sigils of radiant blue light erupted before her, unleashing thousands of colossal, homing ice beams that tore through the automaton ranks, leaving the battlefield covered in frozen shards and jagged ice formations.


    For a brief moment, the chaos paused. A faint cheer rose from the defenders¡ªa fragile glimmer of hope amid the turmoil. But Luna''s body betrayed her as her legs buckled, and she collapsed to her knees, barely able to support her weight.


    The ominous clang of iron footsteps echoed once more as shadows of gray and black automatons surged forward, an unrelenting tide of metal and malice.


    "Of course... this wasn''t their full force. Just waves to wear us down," Luna murmured, her eyes steady despite her regret. "I used Glacialis Tempestus too soon."


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    At the forefront, Alina Walsh held her ground, wielding Frostshard Legacy, her ice greatsword, with precise movements to deflect the relentless onslaught of red energy blasts. Even as she fought alongside group of Valiant Class¡ªwarriors like her, wielding greatswords or spears¡ªher sharp gaze flicked toward Luna, her expression hardening.


    "There''s no time for hesitation, Luna. Fall back and recover!" she commanded.


    Luna hesitated, her weary eyes locking with Alina''s unyielding gaze before slowly forcing herself to retreat, worry and guilt flickering across her face as exhaustion pulled her away.


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    Amid the chaos, streaks of golden light cut through the air as Vaeloria, Mia, and Lily, flanked by a group of novice Venator-Class¡ªarmed with bows or bowguns¡ªunleashed a barrage of radiant arrows. Each shot found its mark, piercing the cores of advancing automatons and igniting them in fiery explosions.


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    ¡°Relax, instructors. We''ve got this under control,¡± Vaeloria quipped with a bright smile that failed to mask the tension in her eyes.


    Suddenly, a pack of panther-like automatons emerged from the shadows, moving with blinding speed. They pounced mercilessly, their claws raking against the students. While natural barriers shielded most, one student was dragged down, the pack descending upon them with savage precision until their body lay lifeless. The Venator formation crumbled into disarray as screams of panic mingled with the unyielding clang of advancing metal footsteps.


    Alina Walsh and the Valiant rushed to the rear lines, cutting down the panther automatons with coordinated strikes. Yet their efforts only delayed the inevitable.


    ¡°Fall back! We can''t hold this position any longer!¡± Alina shouted.


    The defenders¡ªstudents and instructors alike¡ªbegan retreating in disarray, scrambling to escape the unrelenting assault bearing down on them.


    At the edge of the battlefield, Friedrich Rosenthal stood firm alongside the Holy Knights, a final bastion of unyielding defense. The Clariven Mace in his hand glowed with radiant golden light, while his massive Greatshield Lexivane absorbed wave after wave of explosive attacks. Each impact sent jolts through his body, but he remained unmoved, even as sparks scattered around him, illuminating the desolation.


    His piercing blue eyes cut through the haze of smoke and fire, meeting the glowing red eyes of the automatons that gleamed ominously under the dim battlefield lights. The onslaught of energy blasts hammered the defensive line mercilessly as he watched his warriors fall one by one, guilt pressing down on him, heavy and suffocating.


    In the distance, he spotted Alma and Nadia crouched among the wounded. Alma''s hands glowed softly as she frantically worked to heal an Evocaier, while Nadia conjured a stone barrier to shield them from the relentless barrage.


    Friedrich clenched his jaw as emotions churned inside him¡ªanger, frustration, guilt¡ªthreatening to consume him. His grip tightened on the Clariven Mace, but he knew he couldn''t falter.


    Damn it... Vilreth and the city teams better hold out, he thought.


    "Fall back to the central area! Now!" he commanded.


    His forces moved as one¡ªwithout hesitation or question. The Golem Transport ATV-032 "Bellator" hovered just above the ground, its faint underglow casting light over the scattered debris as Alma and Nadia worked quickly to assist the injured.


    Alma glanced at the Evocaier she cradled, her breath hitching as her trembling hands pressed against blood-soaked fabric.


    "Alma..." Nadia said softly, concern clear in her expression.


    Alma lifted her weary eyes, attempting a faint smile that carried no warmth. "I''m fine. We''ll make it through this," she whispered, her hands trembling as she helped the wounded onto the transport.


    Amid the chaos, Jaxon Virelli moved with fluid grace, dodging attacks while firing fiery projectiles from his twin bow guns Emberstorm Crossfires. Every pull of the trigger sent jolts of pain through his exhausted body, but he kept firing.


    "Fall back! Prioritize the wounded!" he shouted hoarsely,


    Nearby, Lorcan, Caelus, Sloane, Reine, Alyssa, Bryan, Erick, and Vellya fought with everything they had, exhaustion marking their every move.


    Vellya stood slightly apart, her gaze fixed on the battlefield. Her Guardian Skeletons, Papa and Mama, crushed automatons with lethal blows while shielding her from incoming projectiles.


    "That''s... one hundred and twenty-two..." she counted softly.


    A burst of energy struck Mama, shattering the skeleton into fragments. Vellya''s eyes widened, her breath catching.


    "No... Mama..." .


    A small, childlike laugh escaped her lips, light and unsettling. ¡°Hehehe, let''s play!¡±


    As she finished that weird incantation, the eerie spectral dolls materialized, dancing in a strange, disjointed manner as they swarmed the nearby automatons. Each touch reduced them to glowing ash.


    As the dolls faded, Vellya knelt by the scattered bones of her guardian, spectral energy flowing from her hands to mend the cracked skeleton. "Mama... are you okay?" she whispered.


    Meanwhile, Lorcan swung his fists at an advancing automaton, his body sluggish and breaths labored.


    "How many more of these things do we have to fight...?" he muttered.


    Caelus, wielding the Auralis Spear, cast a sharp glance at him while unleashing arcs of violet lightning.


    "Lorcan! Follow orders! Fall back now!"


    Lorcan growled, blocking another automaton''s strike. "You go ahead. I''ll hold them here," he insisted.


    Nearby, Alyssa swung her flaming spear, waves of searing energy obliterating enemies in her path. "No way I''m leaving! Not until everyone''s safe!" she growled, stepping forward with unwavering resolve.


    Bryan darted between enemies with twin daggers glowing with dark energy. "Don''t be reckless! Stay together¡ªit''s too dangerous to split up."


    Amid the chaos, Erick knelt beside them, a glowing white sigil radiating from his hand. "Don''t overdo it, Lorcan, Alyssa. Let me help," he said.


    Sloane, breathing heavily, lifted his dagger and glanced at Reine with a faint, tired smile. "Reine, we''re holding the rear together, right? You still with me?"


    Reine wiped blood from his mouth, tightening his grip on his shield despite his trembling arms. "I''m not leaving. Not until everyone else is safe¡ªeven if it kills me," he replied, his voice steady with quiet determination.


    Vellya''s expression grew uncharacteristically serious. "Vellya''s staying too. Mama and Papa always said we have to stick together, no matter what."


    With a sharp crack of lightning, Caelus swung his spear, arcs of energy bursting into the air. "Damn it... Alright. We''ll cover the evacuees¡ªkeep it tight!"


    Everyone nodded without hesitation as the Golem Transport moved steadily across the battlefield. A wave of panther-like automatons broke through the front line, and the group sprang forward to intercept them.


    Suddenly, spider-like automatons emerged from the shadows, a barrage of red projectiles raining down from their mounted cannons.


    "Watch out! Behind you!" Alina shouted urgently.


    The warning came too late. The attacks struck Sloane and several novice fighters, their natural barriers failing. They were thrown into the air before crashing lifelessly to the ground amid the smoke.


    Lorcan rushed to Sloane, panic etched across his face. "Sloane! Get up! Don''t you dare die on me!" His voice broke with emotion.


    Erick followed quickly, his glowing sigil illuminating the scene. "Hold on! Stay with us!" he urged, activating Exalt Healing with calm determination.


    Meanwhile, Caelus activated Stormstride, his body shrouded in crackling purple lightning. He moved at blinding speed, each step leaving a glowing trail as he skewered spider automatons with his Auralis Spear, clearing a path near the fallen students.


    Lorcan hoisted Sloane onto his shoulders, his face a mix of determination and despair. "Nice work, Caelus. Let''s move¡ªnow!" he shouted as they retreated with the others.


    The group fought their way back, carrying the wounded as Friedrich, Reine, and the Holy Knights held firm, creating a defensive line to buy time. When they reached the central area, the sorcerers stationed there launched devastating counterattacks¡ªmassive fireballs, lightning storms, and powerful tornadoes tore through the remaining automatons.


    For a brief moment, silence fell over the battlefield. But as the defenders surveyed the smoldering ruins, their weary faces told the truth¡ªthis was only a temporary reprieve. The next wave was inevitable and would be even more unrelenting.


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    Near the Central Hub, the air hung thick with the scent of burning metal and heavy dust. Dense smoke cloaked the last defensive line where Friedrich stood tall, shoulders bearing an almost unbearable weight as his sharp eyes scanned for signs of the next wave.


    Headmaster Gideon approached with heavy steps, exhaustion evident in his movements though his gaze remained vigilant.


    "Friedrich, what''s the situation?" he asked, his voice firm but laced with tension.


    Friedrich turned slightly, his jaw tightening. "All our golems are destroyed. We''ve taken down around 20,000 automatons, but they just keep coming¡ªwave after wave. It''s like they''re testing our limits, waiting for us to break."


    Gideon exhaled deeply, the lines on his face deepening. "We can only hope reinforcements arrive in time."


    Friedrich gave a short nod, though bitterness slipped into his voice. "We all hope so."


    Gideon cast a glance at the wounded behind them before speaking again. "I''ll assist the medics with the injured. Hold the line as long as you can."


    "Do what you can, Gideon. We need everyone in fighting shape."


    Before leaving, Gideon paused. "Take care of yourself, Fred. We''re all in this together." The words lingered in the air, heavy with unspoken burdens.


    Nearby, Alma, Erick, and Nadia worked tirelessly, their hands stained with blood as they struggled to save the wounded, including the gravely injured Sloane. Under a crumbled stone wall, the rest of the team leaned against the rubble, their bodies battered and eyes hollow with exhaustion.


    Luna approached slowly, her black hair clinging to her sweat-drenched face, her right hand trembling slightly. Still, she forced herself to stand tall, concealing her fatigue.


    Jaxon and Alina moved to flank her protectively as she reached Friedrich.


    "Any news from the team at the Research Center?" she asked softly.


    "Nothing yet, Luna. Let''s hope Drifter is still holding out," Friedrich replied.


    Luna paused, her expression hardening. "Let''s hope..."


    Friedrich glanced at her briefly, noting her struggle to remain upright. "Are you sure you''re alright? Take a break. We can''t afford to lose anyone else."


    Luna forced a faint smile that couldn''t hide her exhaustion. "I''m fine, thank you."


    Alina stepped closer, worry written across her face. "Luna, you need to rest." She touched Luna''s arm gently, noticing the tremor in her hand. "You''re pushing yourself too hard. If you keep this up, you''ll¡ª"


    "I''ll rest... when this is over," Luna interrupted, her voice soft but resolute.


    Alina''s expression hardened with frustration, but she didn''t press further, knowing Luna''s stubborn determination wouldn''t waver.


    Beside them, Jaxon remained calm, his dark sunglasses reflecting the battlefield''s glow. "Looks like break time''s over," he muttered.


    Friedrich''s gaze fixed on the advancing shadows emerging from the haze. "They''re coming."


    The atmosphere grew tense with anticipation as the first wave of automatons began to move, their metallic forms slicing through the fiery haze. Luna stumbled slightly, her legs faltering under the weight of exhaustion, but she quickly steadied herself, determination flickering in her tired eyes.


    The tense silence shattered as red projectiles screamed through the air like fiery rain.


    Friedrich stepped to the front line and raised his hand, his unwavering gaze locked on the approaching enemy. "Celestial Aegis!" A radiant light erupted, forming a glowing protective barrier adorned with celestial glyphs. Automaton projectiles hammered against the shield with deafening force, yet it held firm as shards of radiant light burst forth, tearing through the enemy ranks.


    "Attack! Stay inside the field¡ªdon''t break formation!" Friedrich commanded, his tone resolute despite the strain of channeling the powerful spell.


    The Holy Knights unleashed their Sanctuary Field, the protective aura expanding in waves of golden light that renewed the strength of all within its reach. Their movements grew lighter, the oppressive weight of battle momentarily lifted.


    Alina raised her Frostshard Legacy, eyes blazing with cold fury. "Take them down!" she shouted, swinging her sword in a powerful arc that left crystals of ice in its wake.


    Alyssa surged forward, her fiery spear blazing with brilliant red energy. "Right behind you, Alina!" she called out, darting through the ranks with swift precision, leaving trails of molten metal and shattered machinery behind.


    Vellya stood calm amid the chaos, her hands moving gracefully as dark spells swirled around her. Her Guardian Skeletons emerged from the darkness, their towering forms shielding allies as enemy fire ricocheted harmlessly off their magical barriers.


    Behind the frontline, Reine and the Valiants charged ahead, their weapons glowing with radiant Evocyte energy. The clash against automaton steel sent sparks flying as streaks of red and blue energy painted the night sky.


    Jaxon''s flexible unit moved with precision, covering both front and rear lines. "Lorcan, Caelus¡ªfront line! We''ll handle the rear!" he shouted.


    Lorcan gritted his teeth, dark energy rippling around his fists. With a roar, he charged forward, shattering an automaton''s core with brutal force. "Got it!"


    Caelus surged like a tempest, his Auralis Spear pulsating with violet lightning as he cleaved through enemies with ruthless precision. "Acknowledged!" he snapped, his keen gaze darting to the next target.


    Bryan slipped between enemy lines like a phantom, his voice sharp and urgent. "Sir, stealth automaton incoming! Nine o''clock!"


    Jaxon pivoted instantly, his Emberstorm Crossfire unleashing a fiery burst that reduced the hidden threat to smoldering fragments. "Good call, Bryan," he said curtly, his focus unbroken.


    Behind the frontlines, Luna, Alma, Nadia, and Erick maintained a tight formation, their hands glowing with intricate, multicolored sigils. Magical flares ripped through distant automatons as "Hold the line! Stay sharp!" Luna commanded, launching ice lances and bolts from her blue sigils.


    Alma wiped sweat and blood from her face, her red and pink sigils firing exalt missiles in rapid succession. Nadia reshaped the battlefield with terramorph, creating cover for allies and traps for enemies, while Erick cast exalt barriers to shield them from incoming attacks.


    Vaeloria drew her bow Aurorasworn taut. "Everyone¡ªfire now!" A synchronized volley of glowing arrows filled the sky like falling stars, crashing into the automaton ranks with devastating accuracy.


    The brief silence that followed was quickly broken by the heavy pounding of metallic footsteps. A new wave surged forward, including Valkyrex with radiant blue energy wings soaring into the skies while Vexor Automatons and mechanical horses thundered ahead.


    Lorcan''s eyes widened in disbelief. "You''ve got to be kidding me... Caelus, tell me I''m not seeing this!"


    Caelus exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. "Nope. It''s them again. Damn it."


    The Valkyrex unleashed their assault¡ªenergy blades slashed through the air while their wings fired homing energy across the battlefield. Below, the ground forces rained down an unending barrage while spider and panther automatons lurked in the shadows.


    When the rear lines were breached, Jaxon''s team scrambled to hold position, but sorcerers, mages, and Venators fell one by one, overwhelmed by the invisible threat.


    Suddenly, the sky darkened as a fleet of triangular Skyships maneuvered overhead, their engines roaring like an oncoming storm. Bursts of Evocyte Cannons lit up the night with searing blue flashes, striking a stealth ship that spiraled downward trailing thick smoke.


    As the damaged ship retreated, Skystrikers pursued it, their aerial dogfights painting the sky with dazzling explosions. On the ground, cheers erupted as smaller ships descended, delivering reinforcements to the embattled defenders. A surge of hope rippled through the ranks, but Friedrich remained still, his eyes locked on a massive, motionless ship hovering ominously above the chaos.


    "Thanatos... the Hades Fleet... He''s here," he whispered grimly.


    At the front lines, the fighters struggled against relentless waves of automatons. When Reine fell to his knees, clutching his chest, the sounds of battle roared around him¡ªuntil a massive explosion shook the battlefield, followed by the screech of tearing metal. The sound of fast, deliberate footsteps signaled the arrival of reinforcements from the group of Evocair Order stationed at Nethia City.


    Leading the charge of reinforcements was Vilreth Ravoth, a dark-blue-haired man who carved through the Vexor Automatons with ruthless precision. His dual blades, Temperantia Sin, glowed with dark energy as he moved like a storm, dismantling enemies and leaving piles of mangled steel in his wake.


    Nearby, Helvra Valka dove headfirst into the chaos, her fiery spear Surtfang and round shield Eldaspisk making her a blazing force of destruction. Each swing unleashed powerful explosions of flame, consuming everything in its path.


    On the far side, Reina Lindt provided deadly support through her icy magic, unleashing Frozen Rain from a massive spell circle that shredded the automaton ranks with razor-sharp ice shards.


    On the far side of the battlefield, Reina Lindt, a young woman with teal-blue hair, provided precise and deadly support through her icy magic. Using the glowing blue sigils etched into her hands, she unleashed Frozen Rain, materializing a massive spell circle above the automaton ranks. From it, a storm of razor-sharp ice shards rained down, shredding their metallic foes. At the same time, her Glacial Enchant spell activated, forming a sigil of frost around herself, Vilreth, and Helvra. The sigil fired icy arrows automatically with each of their attacks, amplifying their destructive power and wreaking havoc across the battlefield.


    While casting Frostlight Benediction, a soft healing spell of ice, Reina rushed to the fallen Reine. Panic flashed across her face as she knelt beside him.


    "Stay calm, Reine. We¡¯re here now," she said.


    Reine looked up slowly, his breath shallow. "Big sis¡­?".


    A Valkyrex locked onto the reinforcements, but Vilreth intercepted it, his dual blades clashing with the automaton''s energy sword in a dazzling burst of light. When two more Valkyrex emerged from behind, black, shimmering wings unfurled from his back¡ªVoid Wing activated in an instant, disintegrating the attackers into ash.


    His blades fused into a massive double-edged sword as he unleashed Eclipse Cleave, a devastating wave of dark energy that obliterated everything in its path. But the remaining automatons turned their attention entirely to him, encircling him as stealth units emerged to unleash a barrage of energy blasts.


    From a distance, Lorcan watched in disbelief. "Who... is he?"


    "That''s him¡ªthe leader of the Nethia team," Caelus replied, his tone betraying a trace of admiration.


    "What? Him? The one who always refused duels?" Lorcan asked incredulously.


    Vilreth''s cold voice cut through their conversation. "Time to end this."


    The black wings on his back expanded, deflecting incoming blasts as darkness enveloped his body and his pupils turned entirely black. Blood trickled from his eyes and mouth, and where it touched the ground, swirling dark energy erupted into a vortex of power.


    Cataclysmic Whirlwind materialized¡ªa ferocious tornado of pure darkness streaked with black and violet lightning that devoured everything in its path, reducing the automatons to scattered ash.


    Caelus watched with an intense, calculating gaze. "So... the rumors were true."


    Far at the rear lines, Luna scanned the smoke-filled sky. "Reinforcements? But from where...?" she murmured.


    Her Lumina core ARF-Comms crackled to life with Xaltherion''s calm, authoritative voice. ¡°Stealth automatons approaching at eleven o''clock. Prepare yourselves.¡±


    "Understood," she replied steadily.


    Atop the tallest building, Xaltherion stood like a silhouette against the chaos, his gray armor edged with glowing gold, his burning red eyes focused and predatory. The Skyward Bow pulsed with blue energy in his hands.


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    ¡°They won''t see it coming,¡± he muttered before releasing a volley of lightning arrows that struck with precision, detonating in a surge of electricity that cascaded through enemy circuits.


    At the front lines, Vilreth approached Friedrich. "Apologies for the delay, Commander. The city is secure¡ªRagnar''s forces are handling the rest," he reported.


    "Good. We''re holding here. Take your team to the Research Center. Now," Friedrich commanded calmly.


    "Understood," Vilreth nodded sharply.


    As he advanced, Vilreth¡¯s dual blades, sliced through stealth automatons with ease. Dark winds followed his every move, leaving destruction in their wake.


    Nearby, Reina froze enemies with deadly precision, her ice magic forming barriers that trapped and immobilized the automatons. Close by, Helvra wielded her fiery spear, Surtfang, engulfing enemies in flames while her shield, Eldaspisk, absorbed incoming attacks.


    Above, Xaltherion fired lightning-charged arrows from the Skyward Bow, eliminating stealth automatons with deadly accuracy. The crimson streaks and lightning bolts lit up the battlefield.


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    As reinforcements surged forward, the battlefield shifted. From the direction of Nethia City, heavy footsteps echoed as a formation of the Evocaier Order from Varde advanced, with Ragnar Ashmane at the forefront. In his hands, the Abyssal Halberd pulsed with dark violet energy, the weapon exuding an ominous hunger.


    With a mighty swing, he unleashed a thick, violet shockwave that tore through the automaton horde. Machines shattered and flew into the air, their twisted debris raining down with deafening crashes. Another powerful strike decimated the remaining ranks, leaving only mangled, lifeless metal scattered across the field.


    Thick smoke hung over the battlefield as the muted sounds of triumph mingled with occasional sobs. Victory had been achieved, but at an undeniable cost. Survivors moved through the rubble, searching for comrades¡ªsome finding relief, others met with cold silence.


    The first rays of sunlight broke through the horizon, yet the light felt distant, offering no warmth to the shattered battlefield.


    Amid the destruction, Ragnar stood motionless, his silver eyes reflecting a hollow emptiness. His grip tightened around the halberd as his gaze swept over the survivors¡ªsome kneeling by fallen friends, others standing in silence, shoulders slumped with grief.


    Lowering his head slightly, he surveyed the ruins, searching for something no longer there. In that quiet moment, the truth was stark: this was not a victory, but the bitter, suffocating silence after the storm.

 Chapter 28: Peace over Lies

    The morning light filtered through the windows of Nethia Hospital, casting long shadows across the sterile room. Drifter''s eyes fluttered open, his vision blurring before focusing on the familiar figure before him¡ªJaxon, unmistakable with his black sunglasses and cowboy hat.


    "Hey... thank goodness you''re awake, Drifter," Jaxon said, relief flickering across his features.


    Pain shot through Drifter''s body as he tensed, his wide eyes searching Jaxon''s face for answers. "How are the others? Are they okay?"


    A heavy silence fell before Jaxon spoke, his voice unusually soft. "Well... the important thing is you''re awake. Get some rest, Drifter. We''ll deal with the rest later."


    Drifter''s gaze shifted to the side as he drew an unsteady breath. "I understand..."


    The door creaked open, revealing Friedrich Rosenthal, worry etched in his expression. Behind him came the heavy footfalls of Grandmaster Ragnar Ashmane. Despite the sharp pain that twisted his features, Drifter pushed himself upright.


    "Grandmaster... I didn''t expect you to come," Drifter said.


    "I want to hear directly from you, Drifter. What really happened?" Ragnar said.


    Friedrich gave a slight nod. "Take your time. We need everything you know."


    Drifter paused, choosing his words carefully. "There were two of them. One was young, very fast, with silver hair¡ªprobably a lightning-element Rune Arbitter. The other was older, wielding fire magic. He had dual tonfa swords, wore a neat suit, a fedora, and an eye patch."


    His voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "He... the one with the eye patch... he''s the one who defeated me. His combat experience is exceptional... I think he''s fought against a lot of arcane sabers before..."


    Friedrich''s expression hardened, his jaw tensing. "Leif Morbane."


    <em style="text-align: justify">"Leif?" Drifter glanced at Friedrich, furrowing his brow, but Ragnar spoke up before he could ask.


    "A mercenary, a paid combat Evocaier. His involvement suggests there''s a well-funded party behind this operation," Ragnar explained, his voice serious.


    Friedrich exhaled deeply, his tone thoughtful and heavy with consideration.


    "He¡¯s got a solid reputation in the mercenary world. I¡¯ve even heard he was the best. And their attack wasn¡¯t random¡ªthey struck exactly when the academy and city barriers were down for scheduled maintenance. If we hadn¡¯t raised Condition II, we would¡¯ve been wiped out completely. It¡¯s too perfect to be a coincidence."


    Drifter''s eyes widened, his shoulders tensing.


    "So they knew the maintance schedule?" he asked in a low voice.


    Friedrich gave a brief nod. "They not only knew. They knew exactly¡ªlocation of the hangar, generator, every vital point of ours."


    He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, his voice heavier.


    "Our defense fleet was destroyed so quickly. "It was most likely their stealth fleet that launched the initial bombardment... the enemy¡¯s stealth fleet, undetected by the Vestra system."


    The hangar, along with our remaining golems and skyships, was also destroyed. It was all done by their stealth automatons..."


    He paused again, his gaze distant. A slow blink, a sharp inhale¡ªthen his voice cut through, steady and resolute.


    "If it hadn¡¯t been for Vilreth Team holding the line at the generator... we might not be standing here right now."


    "This wasn¡¯t random. Someone betrayed us¡ªsomeone who knows our defenses, our weaknesses. Someone working with them." Ragnar said.


    Ragnar¡¯s silver eyes narrowed, locking onto Friedrich. "That mission to rescue Lyriel Amelioris, the automaton on the skyship... the reports came back identical, didn¡¯t they?"


    Friedrich¡¯s face stiffened. "Yes, Grandmaster, without a doubt. Their automatons... are the same. No question."


    Friedrich exhaled sharply, "Let¡¯s hope there¡¯s something in the wreckage of that skyship¡ªanything that can give us a lead."


    Drifter''s eyes widening. "Did we at least manage to bring it down?"


    Friedrich shook his head. "Yeah, we did. But it was just a decoy. The design and structure made it clear¡ªit was a transport-class ship, probably loaded with automaton troops. The whole thing was likely controlled remotely through a command nexus."


    Ragnar turned toward the door, the faint clinking of his armor marking each step. "I¡¯ll bring Amisha in on this. She¡¯s the best we have when it comes to tracking contractors. And I¡¯ll get the Aether Nexus Intelligence Division on high alert."


    He stopped at the doorway, casting a quick glance back at Drifter. "Your only job right now is to rest and recover."


    Friedrich stepped closer, placing a steady hand on Drifter¡¯s shoulder. "You did more than you realize. If you hadn¡¯t pushed us to activate Condition II... we might not be having this conversation. Rest up, Drifter. You¡¯ve earned it."


    Friedrich left, and after a brief moment, soft footsteps echoed through the room. Alma Rosenthal entered, her eyes wide with worry. Behind her, Vellya moved quietly, and Nadia Fernleaf''s gaze remained fixed on the floor, troubled.


    "How are you feeling, Drifter? I¡¯m so glad you¡¯re awake." Her voice trembled


    Drifter forced a smile, "You¡¯re all worrying too much. I¡¯m fine, really. Thank you."


    Alma crossed her arms, "Don¡¯t try to fool me... Even before the battle, we were worried. When you saw that Cube... it was like you disappeared."


    Behind her, Nadia stood quiet, "She¡¯s right, Drifter... We were scared. But... I¡¯m just glad you¡¯re safe now."


    Vellya smiled brightly, but her eyes flickered with uncertainty, the worry hidden just beneath her cheerful mask.


    "Big brother, get better soon, okay? Mama and Papa said to tell you hello and send hugs!"


    Drifter nodded slowly, his gaze shifting between the three girls.


    "Thank you, Alma, Nadia, Vellya. You¡¯re... too good to me."


    Suddenly, Heavy footsteps echoed, followed by a booming voice. Lorcan Grindelwald entered, grinning widely, but his eyes flickered with concern beneath the bravado.


    "Ha! I knew you wouldn¡¯t stay down for long, old man. You¡¯re tougher than that!"


    Beside him, Sloane Gast stood with his usual playful smirk.


    "Oh, by the way, word is Luna cried herself to sleep every night while you were out. Just thought you¡¯d like to know."


    Alma couldn¡¯t help but chuckle, and Lorcan¡¯s booming laughter quickly followed.


    Drifter let out a tired sigh, shaking his head as a small smile tugged at his lips. "You two are unbelievable."


    To Lorcan''s left, Reine Lindt stood still, his gaze downcast. "We¡¯re just... so glad you¡¯re okay," he said.


    The sound of more footsteps echoed down the hallway as Caelus, Alyssa, Bryan, and Erick entered together.


    Lorcan rolled his eyes, his voice loud with exaggerated annoyance. "Oi! No more crowding the place! Old man needs some peace and quiet, you know!"


    Caelus crossed his arms, his sharp gaze to Lorcan. "Your voice is louder than all of us combined, Lorcan. We could hear you from the hospital entrance."


    Alyssa smiled faintly. "Drifter, I didn¡¯t think I¡¯d ever see you like this. Please get well soon, okay?"


    Bryan nodded, his voice calm. "Yeah, Drifter. I can¡¯t imagine what kind of enemy could take you down. They must¡¯ve been tough. Just focus on getting better, alright?"


    Erick spoke next, his tone respectful. "Thank you for everything you¡¯ve done for us, sir. You¡¯ve carried us through so much. Please, take the time to rest and recover."


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    Drifter glanced at each of them, his tired eyes softening with gratitude. "Thank you... all of you. It means a lot."


    The tension in the room began to ease, but before it could fully settle, another group appeared at the door. Vaeloria, Mia, and Lily entered, their faces reflecting a mix of emotions.


    Lorcan sighed loudly, dragging a hand down his face. "Oh great, the freeloader crew is here. Try not to make too much noise, alright?"


    Vaeloria offered a faint smile, her eyes glossed over, lips trembling slightly. "Get well soon, Drifter. You¡¯re in our prayers."


    Drifter nodded slowly, his voice soft but full of sincerity. "Thank you, Ria, Lily, Mia."


    He glanced briefly at Vaeloria, his thoughts wandering as his hand clenched beneath the blanket.


    She¡¯s usually so cheerful... This attack must have hit her hard.


    Lorcan smirked and leaned in slightly. "Hey, Ria. Since when do you pray?"


    Mia rolled her eyes, waving him off dismissively. "Lorcan, could you just not for once?"


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    Lily crossed her arms and shot him a look. "Yeah, seriously. Can you read the room for once? Give it a rest."


    Vaeloria shot Lorcan a blank stare. "Ignore him. He¡¯s just... being Lorcan."


    She turned back to Drifter, her voice barely audible. "Take care of yourself, Drifter. I hope you recover soon."


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    They continued their banter for a while until, one by one, they left, their footsteps fading into the distance, leaving the room heavy with silence.


    Then, the door opened once more, accompanied by the soft sound of footsteps. Reina Lindt entered. Her gaze softened at the sight of Drifter, though concern still lingered. "Drifter... are you feeling any better?"


    Helvra strode in behind her, her presence filling the room. "You''re looking better. I heard you figured out the attack was coming. Impressive."


    Xaltherion followed, his posture rigid and controlled. "I wouldn''t be surprised if you had some kind of clairvoyance. You always seem one step ahead."


    From the sofa near Drifter''s bed, Jaxon smirked. "Oh, and by the way, they''re the ones who pulled you out of the research center. Thought you''d want to know."


    Drifter''s gaze flickered between them, his expression softening as he lowered his head. "I see... Thank you," he whispered, sincerity thick in his voice.


    After a moment, he glanced up. "By the way, where''s your quiet teammate?"


    Helvra scoffed softly. "Oh, you mean our leader? Stuff like this? Yeah, he never shows up. But give him a new mission, and he''s the first one in."


    "Helvra, don''t say that. That¡¯s too harsh," Reina chided gently, shaking her head with a smile.


    Helvra shrugged with a light laugh. "I¡¯m just being honest. Isn¡¯t that right, Therion?" She turned toward Xaltherion, grinning.


    Xaltherion only smiled at her before shifting his gaze to Drifter. "Speaking of which, Drifter, do you remember who was behind the attack?"


    "Yes. Leif Morbane... That¡¯s what Friedrich and the Grandmaster said," Drifter replied.


    "I¡¯m not surprised. I¡¯ve heard he¡¯s ruthless. You¡¯re lucky to have made it out alive," Therion said.


    "Ruthless, maybe... but there was something strange about him. Something I just couldn¡¯t put my finger on," Drifter murmured.


    Reina spoke up, her voice steady. "What matters now is that the academy and the city are safe. That¡¯s what¡¯s most important."


    Drifter nodded. "You¡¯re right... I¡¯m grateful for that."


    The conversation gradually shifted, the tension easing as the topics turned lighter. Eventually, one by one, they began saying their goodbyes.


    As the door quietly closed, Drifter exhaled deeply. The calm returned to the room, but the weight in his chest remained. His gaze fixed on the ceiling, thoughts lingering on their words. The faces of those who had brought him peace in the storm hadn''t entirely faded from his mind.


    The door opened again moments later. Alina and Luna entered, carrying small bags filled with gifts. A warm aroma of food and herbal tea filled the air. Jaxon, who had been sitting quietly, straightened in his chair.


    "There they are..." Jaxon said casually.


    Alina stepped forward, setting a small bag on the bedside table. Her sharp, unwavering gaze locked onto Drifter.


    "How are you feeling? Any better?" she asked.


    "Not bad... I''m just glad you''re all safe," Drifter replied.


    Alina nodded, but her brow furrowed as the warmth in her gaze faded. She leaned forward, hands resting on the edge of the bed, her voice lowering.


    "By the way, you never told us... How did you know the enemy was going to attack?"


    A brief silence hung in the air. Luna glanced between Alina and Drifter, her face unreadable. Jaxon moved closer to Alina, his gaze softening.


    "Hey, Alina... Maybe save that for later. Let him rest first," he suggested, his tone light but firm.


    Alina''s eyes darted to Jaxon before locking onto Drifter again. Her jaw tightened as her voice sharpened. "This isn''t about timing, Jaxon. We''re a team, and this is about people''s lives. If there''s something important, we have to know. I respect your privacy, but some things are too big to keep to yourself."


    Drifter remained quiet, his brows furrowed, fingers tightening around the blanket. After a long pause, he exhaled deeply, his voice trembling. "I''m sorry... It''s just... hard to explain."


    The room fell still. Drifter remained motionless, his gaze fixed ahead, unblinking, as if lost in a distant thought.


    "Every night, I dream..." He paused, closing his eyes briefly. "The academy in ruins... all of you, gone."


    The worry in Alina and Jaxon''s faces deepened. Drifter''s voice cracked, rough and strained. "But the dream felt too real. The smell of blood, the destruction... It was like I was really there. I don''t know if it was a nightmare, a vision of the future, or... something else."


    He paused, biting his lip, jaw clenched, brow furrowed as his gaze drifted. "Sometimes... it feels like I''m reliving time. Like I''ve been sent back to fix things."


    A thick silence hung in the air. After a beat, Jaxon exhaled, his hand resting briefly on Drifter''s shoulder. "What matters now is that we''re all here, Drifter. It''s over. Don''t dwell on it too much. Just focus on getting better."


    Alina''s eyes lingered on him, her shoulders relaxing as she held his gaze, though her voice remained firm. "Thanks for telling us. I''ll look into... whatever it is you''re dealing with. Maybe there''s a way we can help."


    Drifter met her gaze, his shoulders loosening as a faint breath escaped him, the tension in his face easing momentarily. "Thank you... Alina. And you too, Jaxon."


    The two turned to leave, but Jaxon stopped at the doorway, adjusting his hat before glancing back. "Get some rest, Drifter. And stop overthinking things, alright?"


    Luna remained by the window, her silhouette framed by the morning light streaming through the curtains. Without turning around, she spoke, her voice low but firm. "This silence... it feels unnatural, doesn''t it?"


    A chill ran down Drifter''s spine as he looked at her. His thoughts raced, but he managed a quiet reply. "They''re... quiet. For now."


    Her gaze shifted, locking onto his, a shadow flickering in her eyes, sharp and heavy like a silent storm. "And... that other presence? Is it still there?" she asked, her tone almost a whisper but heavy with weight.


    Drifter froze, his voice trembling. "It waited until I was weak. But it didn''t... stay long."


    Luna listened intently, her eyes narrowing. She nodded slightly, turning back to the window. "You didn''t tell Alina and Jaxon about this..."


    "They don''t need to know..." Drifter''s gaze grew distant.


    After a long pause, he finally spoke. "He... offered me something, Luna... Help to bring the cube back, and to ensure your safety from the enemy''s threat."


    Luna tilted her head slightly, her gaze sharp. "Did you accept his offer?"


    Drifter fell silent, his gaze sinking to his trembling hands, fingers clutching the blanket as his lip quivered, eyes shadowed with regret. "I... I don''t remember," he murmured.


    Luna''s jaw tightened as she drew a deep breath. She moved slowly toward the window, her steps measured. With a firm but composed gesture, she drew the curtain slightly, letting in a sliver of light that felt cold despite its warmth.


    "I''m leaving for now," she said at last, her tone steady but quiet. "Don''t dwell on it too much. You need rest."


    She paused briefly, turning back to glance at Drifter. Her eyes were misty, narrowing slightly as her lips quivered before she steadied them. Without another word, she turned away, her posture tense but resolute. Her footsteps were soft, almost inaudible, as she reached for the doorknob, opening and closing the door with deliberate care.


    Drifter remained on the bed, his gaze fixed on the floor, hands still gripping the blanket, his knuckles pale from the strain.


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    [Location: Unknown ¨C ???? ¨C Stealth Alcherider ¨C Year 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    A dark sky stretched above a quiet ocean as the Alcherider, cloaked in invisibility, glided silently across the water. Only the faint ripples below hinted at its presence.


    Lucian Thorne, a silver-haired young man, sat in the cockpit, flipping a black cube in his hand and studying it intently. The autopilot hummed softly on the control panel before him. Next to him, Leif Morbane lounged casually, his face showing little concern as he adjusted the brim of his hat.


    "You don''t think this feels... strange, do you, Leif?" Lucian asked.


    Leif glanced over, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.


    Lucian held up the black cube in his left hand, his expression serious. "I mean, from the outside, this thing looks useless... But...?" he trailed off, suspicion lacing his words. "Doesn''t this feel off? Why go through all this trouble to pick a fight with the Evocaier Order over something that seems worthless? And then there''s the stealth tech¡ªeverything from simple devices to skyships. Who has the budget to support tens of thousands of military automatons? The tech they''re using is way beyond anything I''ve seen."


    He paused, narrowing his eyes. "And one more thing... Why are they giving us their tech? This Alcherider... if we sold it to the highest bidder in the underworld, we''d make a fortune. No one knows about this kind of stealth tech."


    He exhaled softly, his hand trembling slightly as he gripped the cube. "None of this makes sense. Who exactly is behind this?"


    The question hung in the air, heavy with implications.


    Leif paused, his smirk fading momentarily into a more serious expression¡ªbut only for a heartbeat. His confident smile quickly returned. "Yeah, it''s a bit strange. But who cares? You know the rules: don''t ask too many questions."


    Lucian crossed his arms, the tension in his posture deepening as a furrow formed between his brows. "This cube... it might be more valuable than we realize," he muttered, his voice barely audible, eyes fixed on the object in his hand. "What if handing it over causes something catastrophic?" His gaze flicked to Leif for a brief moment, searching for a reaction.


    Leif chuckled, the sound light but edged with indifference. "Catastrophic? Maybe. But that''s not our problem. That''s for the Order and the governments to deal with. We''re just mercenaries, kid."


    Lucian exhaled sharply, his shoulders sagging. "I knew you''d say that... I just hope my instincts are wrong."


    Leif tilted his head back, adjusting his hat with a casual flick of his fingers, his smirk returning effortlessly. "Relax. Even if the world ends, we''ll survive¡ªjust the two of us, standing on the ashes."


    "Your jokes are terrible, Leif," Lucian rolled his eyes, the corner of his lips twitching but his expression deadpan.


    The Alcherider glided on, invisible beneath the moonlight, cutting through the silent black ocean. Yet beneath the calm exterior, a growing tension loomed¡ªan unspoken promise of something greater, darker, and far more dangerous waiting ahead.

 Chapter 29: To the Land of the Emerald Sea

    [Location: Friedrich¡¯s Office - Evocaier Academy ¨C Evening ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    The antiseptic smell of the hospital still clung to Friedrich''s suit as he pushed open his office door. Long shadows stretched across the crystal floor, and the last rays of sunlight painted his desk in shades of amber. His muscles ached as he sank into his chair. The Lumina Core''s subtle vibration against his wrist made him freeze mid-motion. The blue glow of the screen illuminated his face as Grandmaster Ragnar Ashmane''s name flickered across the display


    Before replying, Friedrich paused to think,


    "That was fast... The Aether Nexus network and Grandmaster Amisha are certainly reliable."


    He pressed the screen, and a holographic image of Ragnar appeared.


    "Friedrich. Assemble your team immediately. The Cube has been located in Nusa Union. Our informant will brief you directly upon arrival," ordered Grandmaster Ragnar, his tone sharp.


    Friedrich straightened in his seat and gave a curt nod.


    "Understood, Grandmaster. My team will prepare. But with respect, why assign this mission to us? Wouldn¡¯t the Aether Nexus team, with their expertise, be better suited for this operation?"


    Ragnar¡¯s gaze hardened.


    "This decision is final. The Sarjavah Festival is imminent, and foreign delegates from across the world will gather in the Union for the main event. Deploying Aether Nexus operatives risks exposure, and any suspicion could irreparably damage our relations with the Union. Your team will operate covertly. Drifter¡¯s connection to the Cube may provide an advantage."


    He paused, his expression unwavering.


    "For this reason, this mission will remain classified. I have withheld it from the Evocaier Order¡¯s Nusa Union branch to minimize the risk of leaks. You are to carry out this operation in absolute secrecy. No one beyond this room must know you¡¯re there."


    Friedrich gave a brisk nod.


    "Acknowledged, Grandmaster. We¡¯ll maintain full operational discretion. How will we identify the informant?"


    "I¡¯m transmitting their details to your Lumina Core. Their alias is HR, and the contact protocol is as follows," Ragnar said as Friedrich¡¯s device lit up. The display showed two coded phrases:


    "The storm arrives at dusk."


    "And the wind carries it across the sea."


    Friedrich read the phrases and nodded again.


    "Understood, Grandmaster."


    Ragnar¡¯s tone grew heavier.


    "This mission is critical, Friedrich. If the artifact falls into the wrong hands, it could shift the balance of power in Vesteria¡ªand not in our favor. You must ensure success. Failure is not an option."


    Friedrich locked his gaze on the hologram, his voice unwavering.


    "We will complete the mission. I give you my word, Grandmaster."


    "Good. Stay vigilant. Dismissed," Ragnar concluded before the holographic feed cut off, leaving Friedrich alone in silence.


    He leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable as he processed the conversation. After a moment, he straightened and tapped his Lumina Core.


    He tapped his Lumina Core again.


    "Call Luna, Alina, and Jaxon to my office. Thank you," he said simply.


    Friedrich stood by the window of his office, his gaze sweeping over the academy grounds. He took a deep breath, as if trying to steady the weight pressing on his shoulders.


    Outside, the campus was eerily silent. The once-majestic buildings with their crystal domes, which had been full of life, now stood in solemn stillness, some wrapped in scaffolding for repairs. The once-pristine crystal floor tiles were cracked and broken, many shattered into fragments.


    The ornamental plants that once adorned the campus gardens had vanished, replaced by gaping holes that marred the earth. Ancient trees that had stood tall now lay toppled, their branches scattered across dry, lifeless soil where grass no longer grew.


    Friedrich pressed another button on his Lumina Core, connecting to Alina. Her hologram appeared, revealing her weary yet resolute demeanor.


    "Alina, how are the students?" Friedrich asked, his tone steady but tinged with concern.


    Alina sighed before answering,


    "Most of them are dealing with depression... and signs of severe trauma. Nightmares, excessive anxiety... especially the first-year students. I think we¡¯ll need to suspend classes temporarily."


    Friedrich fell silent for a moment, narrowing his eyes.


    "I see¡­," he muttered. His gaze shifted briefly to the window before returning to the hologram.


    "It seems you won¡¯t be joining this mission,"


    "Alina, I¡¯m taking Luna and Jaxon with me to Nusa Union. Our intelligence has located the Cube. I need you to remain here, assist Headmaster Gideon, and take charge of military operations in my absence."


    Alina¡¯s eyes widened in surprise.


    "I¡¯m sorry, Professor, but¡­ I¡¯m not ready for a responsibility like that," she stammered.


    Friedrich¡¯s gaze softened, though his tone remained firm.


    "I trust you, Alina. If there are any issues, the Vilreth Team and all remaining members in the city are under your command. Thank you."


    Alina was silent for a moment before nodding slowly.


    "Understood, Professor. I won¡¯t let you down."


    Friedrich gave a faint smile before ending the hologram call. The display faded, leaving his office in silence once again.


    Moments later, hurried footsteps echoed from outside. The door opened without a knock as Alma entered, followed by Luna and Jaxon, both arriving after being called via the Vestra System that resonated throughout the campus.


    "Dad¡­ has the Cube been found?" Alma asked.


    Friedrich glanced at her briefly, exhaling deeply before turning his attention to Luna and Jaxon.


    "Thank you for coming. I know you need rest, but this is urgent. We leave for Nusa Union tomorrow morning. Mission details will be sent to you shortly. For now, get some rest."


    "Alina and Drifter aren¡¯t coming?" Jaxon asked.


    "Alina is needed here... and Drifter¡­" Friedrich hesitated for a moment. "He¡¯s still in the hospital."


    Jaxon gave a slight nod. Luna glanced at the two of them silently.


    "Understood, Professor. We¡¯ll take our leave, then," Luna said, before she and Jaxon exited the room. Alma, however, remained behind.


    "Dad, can I come too?" Alma asked, her voice tinged with a pleading tone.


    Friedrich looked at her for a moment before replying,


    "Stay here. The academy¡¯s medical team and Nethia Hospital need you."


    Disappointed, Alma lowered her gaze but eventually nodded.


    "Alright¡­ stay safe, Dad." She left the room shortly after.


    The next morning, Friedrich, Luna, and Jaxon prepared for their mission in casual attire. Friedrich wore a gray shirt and black pants, simple yet tidy. Luna dressed in a black jacket, black shirt, and matching black shorts paired with long stockings. Jaxon sported his signature brown coat, cowboy hat, and aviator glasses.


    At the campus gates, the Alcherider Titan hovered low before landing smoothly. As the vehicle¡¯s doors opened, Friedrich was surprised to see Drifter in the driver¡¯s seat, with Alma sitting beside him.


    Friedrich quickly boarded, followed by Jaxon and Luna.


    "You¡¯re not resting, Drifter?" he asked, concern evident in his tone.


    "I¡¯m fine now. Please, let me join the mission," Drifter replied firmly, his hands steady on the controls.


    Friedrich smiled faintly and nodded.


    "Alright, but don¡¯t push yourself. Welcome aboard."


    Jaxon patted Drifter¡¯s shoulder warmly.


    "Glad to have you back, pal. It wouldn¡¯t be the same without you."


    "Yeah¡­ glad to be back. It¡¯s a shame Alina can¡¯t join us," Drifter said, glancing briefly at Luna and Jaxon before focusing on the controls.


    Luna gave a small smile as her eyes met Drifter¡¯s.


    "Aren¡¯t you going to ask why I¡¯m here?" Alma teased, a playful lilt in her voice.


    Friedrich let out a long sigh, fixing her with a knowing look.


    "I had a feeling. You were suspiciously cooperative yesterday, and now, here you are, bright and early." He raised an eyebrow.


    "Let me guess¡ªyou went straight to Drifter and dragged him into this, didn¡¯t you?"


    Alma flashed a mischievous grin. "Guilty as charged. But you¡¯ll need me on this mission, won¡¯t you?"


    Friedrich stared at her for a moment, his expression a mix of exasperation and affection. Finally, he sighed again, his voice softening.


    "Alright, fine. Just promise me you won¡¯t push yourself too hard."


    Alma beamed, leaning in slightly.


    "I promise, Dad. Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ve got this!"


    The group set off toward Nethia City Airport aboard the Alcherider Titan and soon arrived. They boarded a small gray Skyship Transport Class with the name "Rindos Agricultural Company" painted clearly along its sides. The ship¡¯s design was simple, with a rectangular frame.


    As they took the lift up to the skyship¡¯s cabin, Friedrich turned to Drifter.


    "One thing, Drifter¡­ change your outfit. That black suit of yours draws too much attention. Wear something more casual."


    "Understood, Professor," Drifter replied calmly.


    Once inside the cabin, Luna, Alma, and Friedrich settled into their seats. Jaxon headed straight for the cockpit, sitting in the pilot¡¯s chair and activating the glowing console. A low hum filled the air as the once-enclosed metal walls transformed, revealing the vast Nethia Airport and a clear blue sky bathed in sunlight.


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    "We¡¯re taking off," Jaxon announced, his voice firm.


    The skyship roared to life as its blue thrusters ignited, propelling it into the sky with stunning speed.


    Moments later, cruising through the air, Jaxon engaged the autopilot and turned his seat toward the group. He noticed Drifter had changed into a dark blue jacket, matching jeans, and a black shirt.


    "Wow, that was quick. Also, you three look so different without your usual outfits," Jaxon joked with a chuckle.


    Drifter and Friedrich exchanged faint smiles, while Luna glanced their way briefly.


    "Speaking of outfits, do you even own anything else? That hat and those glasses seem glued to you," Drifter teased, a smirk tugging at his lips.


    Jaxon chuckled, tapping the brim of his hat.


    "This is my signature look, pal."


    "Can I borrow them, Mr.Jaxon?" Alma chimed in playfully.


    Jaxon rolled his eyes, letting out an exaggerated sigh.


    "Alma, we¡¯re not at the academy. Just drop the ¡®Mister,¡¯ okay?"


    "Alright, old man," Alma quipped, her grin mischievous.


    Jaxon groaned, shaking his head.


    "Seriously? Just call me Jaxon, alright?"


    Suddenly, a beeping sound interrupted the banter. Jaxon swiveled his chair back to the console, quickly adjusting the controls. Below them, a magnificent coastal city came into view.


    The city was perched by a pristine white-sand beach, surrounded by crystal-clear waters dotted with small islands. At its center stood a towering spire, encircled by uniquely designed buildings with curved, blue roofs. Long bridges connected various parts of the city, creating a seamless network. The backdrop of towering mountains completed the breathtaking view.


    Drifter stared at the city intently, his thoughts momentarily drifting.


    "What a beautiful place," he mused silently.


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    As Drifter kept his gaze on the city, his hand rested on his pocket, deep in thought. He considered finally checking the device Mina had given him but decided it was better to wait until the mission was nearly complete. If the information was too shocking, he couldn¡¯t afford to let it cloud his mind.


    "We¡¯re almost there. Jaxon will take point once the inspection is complete. We¡¯ll disembark immediately after," said Friedrich, his tone firm.


    "And one more thing¡­ do not materialize your weapons or armor in public. This isn¡¯t a neutral zone. Doing so is considered a criminal act here¡­ you could be imprisoned. Be cautious, especially since this mission must remain under the radar. You¡¯ve read the mission details, right, Drifter?" Friedrich continued.


    "Yes, Professor. I¡¯ve got it," Drifter replied with a nod.


    Their Skyship descended smoothly onto one of the runways at Maranagara Airport. Around them, a symphony of noise filled the air¡ªdockworkers shouting orders, the roar of ships taking off and landing, and the rhythmic thuds of crates being loaded onto freighters.


    Nearby, the cargo door of a large vessel opened, and a team of automatons accompanied by staff approached to inspect the load.


    As the Skyship¡¯s door opened, a Lupidae male¡ªa humanoid wolf with dark gray fur¡ªapproached, accompanied by a Capriae male, a humanoid goat with white fur. Both wore deep blue and emerald-green uniforms. They walked toward the cabin as Jaxon stepped forward to greet them.


    "Agricultural goods. Nothing too interesting. Just another delivery from Nethia. You know how it is," said Jaxon casually.


    "Quite the team you¡¯ve got here," the Lupidae remarked, his gaze shifting to Drifter, Luna, Alma, and Friedrich.


    "Yeah, we had some trouble with an automaton earlier. Nothing serious," replied Jaxon, handing over his Vytros Seal ID card.


    The Capriae officer tapped the Lumina Core on his wrist, cross-checking the hologram against the ID card. After a moment, a notification appeared on his device. He nodded toward the Lupidae.


    "Everything checks out. Lots of agricultural shipments today, thanks to the Sarjavah Festival," the Lupidae commented.


    Returning the Vytros Seal to Jaxon, he gestured for the group to proceed before exiting the cabin with the other staff and automatons. The cargo door of the Skyship sealed shut behind them.


    "Festival season always keeps the docks busy. Thanks, officers," said Jaxon politely.


    "Good work, Jaxon. Let¡¯s move. We need to find our contact before nightfall," ordered Friedrich, his voice sharp.


    The group nodded in agreement and followed Friedrich toward the Skyrail station.


    While riding the Skyrail, Drifter gazed out at the bustling city below. The streets were packed with people, and streams of Alcheriders filled the highways in a seemingly endless flow.


    "Is it always this crowded here?" Drifter asked.


    "Not always. But with the Sarjavah Festival approaching, the city is packed. It¡¯s one of the biggest celebrations in the Union. They say people travel from all over for it. Makes it the perfect time for us to blend in, right?" Jaxon replied with a grin, seated next to Drifter.


    Suddenly, a man¡¯s voice came from beside Drifter.


    "Six victims already. Who¡¯s next? The police are doing nothing," muttered a middle-aged man with curly brown hair.


    "With the festival coming up, this city isn¡¯t safe. A serial killer is on the loose right under their noses, and they can¡¯t catch them?" added a Leonari man, a humanoid lion with fiery red hair.


    "Haven¡¯t you heard? No clues. No traces, no weapon. It¡¯s like they disappear after every murder," the middle-aged man replied.


    Drifter glanced at the Leonari, noting how his hands clenched into fists, his voice trembling with restrained anger.


    "That¡¯s¡­ horrifying," the Leonari said quietly, his tone heavy.


    [Location: Emerald Haven Motel ¨C Room 201 ¨C Noon ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    The group disembarked in the Old Harbor district. The air was thick with the salty tang of the sea. Towering cranes, loomed over the docks, hoisting crates shielded with magical wards.


    The Emerald Haven came into view, nestled among leaning warehouses. Its cracked stone fa?ade blended with the harbor¡¯s dull, industrial tones. Above the entrance, a flickering neon sign cast a faint green glow onto the cobblestone streets.


    Inside, the air was damp and carried the scent of salt and decay. The receptionist barely looked up, sliding over a room key with the same lifeless expression as the peeling wallpaper behind them. Without a word, Friedrich Rosenthal took the key and led the group down the dimly lit corridor, their footsteps muffled by threadbare carpet.


    At the door to Room 201, Friedrich knocked.


    "The storm arrives at dusk," he said evenly.


    For a moment, silence filled the room. Then, a deep, metallic voice replied, "And the wind carries it across the sea."


    Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing a simple room with just a bed, a desk, and a chair. A figure began to stand¡ªblack-hooded, wearing armor with a metallic frame and blue-glowing eyes.


    "You can call me Hunter," he said. "In three days, during the Sarjavah Festival, the Black Cube will change hands. Mercenaries have arranged the exchange aboard the Yuvaka Cruise Ship¡ªone of the most exclusive vessels in the Union. Whether the timing is coincidental or deliberately chosen for the festival''s climax, I can''t say. But it''s clearly no accident."


    "So, you¡¯re saying the Nusa Union government is involved in the theft of the Black Cube?" Friedrich asked, his tone sharp.


    "Most likely. The messages I intercepted came from someone high up in their ranks," Hunter continued.


    "But there¡¯s more to it. This festival isn¡¯t just a celebration. A separatist group is planning an attack. The government is trying to cover it up¡ªtoo afraid of causing panic. Or maybe¡­ it¡¯s all part of their plan. A perfect excuse to tighten security and keep the Black Cube trade under wraps."


    "I see... That¡¯s complicated. The cruise ship¡¯s security will be tight. If we plan to infiltrate using disguises and fake IDs, do you think it¡¯ll work?" Friedrich asked.


    "Forged documents won¡¯t cut it. Security on the Yuvaka Cruise Ship is airtight. They¡¯re expecting VIPs from all over the Union and beyond. Fake IDs will be sniffed out instantly. You¡¯ll need to get one of the VIPs to trust you," Hunter said grimly.


    After a pause, he added,


    "But there is one person who could be your way in, Commander."


    "I¡¯ve heard there¡¯s someone recruiting mercenaries, connected to a Union general. But he¡¯s not the trusting type. You¡¯ll need to prove yourselves first¡ªhe tests his allies before revealing anything of importance," Hunter explained.


    "Any idea which general we¡¯re talking about?" Friedrich asked.


    "Most likely Grand Commander Lamont. He¡¯s the highest-ranking official there. If you want to approach him, you¡¯ll need to earn his trust," Hunter said calmly.


    A heavy silence hung over the group.


    "Then we go in as mercenaries. It¡¯s our best shot," Friedrich concluded.


    "Good luck, Commander. I¡¯ll reach out if I uncover anything new," said Hunter.


    As they exited the building, the weight of the mission hung heavily on the group. Drifter glanced at the others, his brow furrowed.


    "Does anyone know who this separatist group really is? What are they after?"


    "From what I¡¯ve heard, they¡¯re extremists who want to break up Nusa Union. They think this place is a forced alliance¡ªtoo many ideologies and cultures crammed together. They want to tear it all down," Luna replied, her tone icy.


    "So, we¡¯re going from farmers to mercenaries now? Quite the career shift," Jaxon said with a smirk.


    "Mercenaries, huh? Got any brilliant ideas for what I should wear, Jaxon?" Alma asked, raising an eyebrow.


    "You can¡¯t materialize armor, right? Just shave the sides of your head, leave a stripe down the middle. You¡¯ll look scary enough," Jaxon teased with a grin.


    "Seriously? That would be overkill," Alma said, laughing at the suggestion.


    Suddenly, Alma was bumped by a petite girl with fin-like ears, long silver-white hair, and barefoot, wearing a pale blue-white dress. They both stumbled slightly.


    "Sorry..." the girl mumbled.


    "No worries," Alma replied.


    Drifter glanced at the girl, noticing her anxious state and profuse sweating. Luna, Friedrich, and Jaxon also observed her and their surroundings.


    "What''s a Nereid doing on land?" Drifter wondered.


    He heard heavy footsteps approaching¡ªtwo men in suits and sunglasses drawing nearer. The girl''s face instantly filled with panic, and she tried to flee. But Luna reached out and gently took her arm. The girl initially resisted, but Luna''s soft gaze and faint smile gradually calmed her. Pressing a finger to her lips, Luna signaled for silence, then guided the girl to a nearby vacant stall. After ensuring her safety, Luna returned to her position.


    Meanwhile, Drifter, Friedrich, and Jaxon intercepted the two men in black. Their steps slowed, suspicion flickering in their eyes as they approached. One of them, a Lupidae, raised a badge.


    "Nusa Union Police. Step aside," the Lupidae said firmly.


    "Oh, what a coincidence, Officer... Sorry, we''re just lost tourists. Could you point us to the nearest hotel?" Jaxon replied with a casual smile.


    "Sorry, Officer... it''s so hot here, and this crowd is giving us a headache," Drifter added.


    "We''re very sorry, Officer," Friedrich chimed in.


    The Leonari beside the Lupidae snorted impatiently. "Move. Now," he snapped.


    After the men had moved on, the Nereid girl hesitantly emerged from her hiding spot. Alma rushed to her, speaking in a soothing voice. "It''s okay. You''re safe now. We won''t let them hurt you."


    The girl let out a small sob, her eyes welling with tears.


    "T-Thank you¡­ I don¡¯t know what would¡¯ve happened if you hadn¡¯t¡ª" her voice broke, trembling.


    "Who are they? What do they want from you?" Luna asked, her tone soft yet firm.


    The girl¡¯s eyes darted nervously to the crowd, her body trembling. She shook her head quickly.


    "I-I can¡¯t¡­ I have to go," she said in panic.


    She tried to leave, but Luna¡¯s gentle hand stopped her.


    "Wait. You don¡¯t have to run. Whatever this is, we can help you," Luna said, her voice reassuring.


    After a moment of hesitation, the girl shook her head again and pulled away.


    "I¡¯m sorry¡­ and thank you¡­," she whispered before vanishing into the crowd.


    Drifter exhaled deeply, watching where she had disappeared.


    "Those weren''t real Nusa Union police. And that girl? She''s definitely hiding something."


    Jaxon nodded. "Agreed. She''s in serious trouble, but too terrified to trust anyone."


    Alma''s eyes sharpened. "The Order doesn''t abandon civilians in danger. I''m on it."


    "The mission can wait. Professor?" asked Drifter, glancing at Friedrich.


    Friedrich nodded, his expression resolute.


    "We follow her. The meeting can be delayed."


    "Let''s move," Jaxon urged. "No time to waste."


    The team wove through the crowded street. Their eyes remained fixed on the shimmering figure darting ahead.

 Chapter 30: Tides of Intrigue

    [Location: Maranagara City ¨C Noon ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    Drifter saw the girl running quickly, and they pushed through the crowd toward her. They arrived at a large square building with crystal walls, a lotus logo, and the wings of the Evocaier Order in front.


    Suddenly, Drifter heard Friedrich''s voice from behind and turned to look at him.


    ¡°Sorry, I''ll wait here... It''s dangerous if I go in. They probably recognize me,¡± Friedrich said.


    ¡°Alright... We''ll take care of this,¡± Luna replied, then walked ahead.


    Drifter trailed behind Luna and Jaxon, with Alma joining their group. As they approached the building, he was struck by its immense scale.


    Meticulously landscaped gardens surrounded the structure, with a stunning fountain centerpiece featuring a graceful statue of a woman pouring water from an ornate jug. The building''s architecture was imposing, forming a grand square reminiscent of a royal palace. Drifter cast a quick glance at his companions - Luna, Alma, and Jaxon - as they walked alongside him.


    "First time here?" Drifter asked casually.


    "You bet," Jaxon replied with a grin.


    Alma gazed around, her eyes wide with wonder. "Wow... This building is massive. It''s even bigger than the main building at the academy," she said, clearly impressed.


    Luna nodded in agreement. "Definitely. I think it''s even larger than the headquarters in Nethia."


    "Pretty incredible, right?" Jaxon chuckled. "This branch is something else."


    They approached the entrance gate, where a mustached man with curly brown hair stepped forward. "Can I help you?" he asked.


    Jaxon immediately flashed a friendly smile, smoothly pulling out a "Vytros Seal" ID card from his brown coat. The card identified him as "David Akmer".


    "We''re with Rindos Agricultural Corporation," he explained smoothly.


    "We''d like to discuss a small sponsorship¡ªjust a donation of food supplies for the Sarjavah Festival. It''s our way of showing appreciation for all the work the Evocaier Order does."


    The man quickly verified the ID, then nodded and gestured toward the building''s center. "Reception''s right through there."


    "Thanks," Jaxon said, pocketing the card with a warm smile.


    Alma, Luna, and Drifter followed Jaxon, exchanging polite smiles with the guard. As they walked, an eerie silence enveloped them. Only the gentle splash of water and their footsteps broke the quiet. Entering the main building, the walls seemed to shimmer, and crystal floors reflected their movement. Automatic doors sealed shut behind them with a soft hiss.


    Alma leaned closer to Drifter, her voice hushed. "Is it just me, or is this place unusually empty? Was that guy at the entrance the only security?"


    Luna glanced at her. "Probably because of the festival. Everyone''s likely preparing for the event."


    Jaxon nodded, "Good point, but it''s still pretty strange how quiet the headquarters is."


    Drifter scanned the expansive circular room. An aquarium dominated the center, casting soft blue light. At the far end, a Nereid girl hunched over a holographic screen, visibly tense beside a woman with long orange hair.


    "There she is," Drifter muttered.


    As they approached, the Nereid girl recoiled, sliding to the furthest chair. Her hands trembled, and she deliberately avoided making eye contact, turning her face away.


    Jaxon approached the woman with orange hair, while Alma and Luna settled into chairs nearby. Drifter sat next to Alma.


    The woman greeted them with a warm smile. "How can I help you today?"


    "We''re from Rindos Agricultural Corporation," Jaxon explained smoothly. "We''d like to offer a sponsorship¡ªfood supplies for the festival, as a token of appreciation for the Evocaier Order''s work."


    She nodded, her fingers dancing across the console. "That''s incredibly thoughtful. We always welcome support, especially with the festival approaching." She gestured to the seats. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. I''ll notify Sir Lance Vermonth. He''ll handle the sponsorship details and should be here shortly."


    Jaxon glanced at the visibly distressed Nereid girl. "That girl seems a bit... off. Is everything alright?"


    The woman''s smile remained fixed. "She''s been separated from her parents during festival preparations. We''re handling the situation. Nothing to worry about."


    Jaxon nodded and sat down beside Drifter. Alma waved at the Nereid girl, and Luna offered a gentle smile. The girl remained motionless, her fingers twisting her skirt into tight knots.


    "Should we go talk to her?" Alma whispered to Luna.


    "Let''s wait and see," Luna cautioned.


    Drifter sat with his arms crossed, scanning the room periodically. Moments later, the woman with orange hair spoke.


    "Dhea... your parents are here to pick you up," she said, her smile unwavering.


    Drifter caught the girl''s knuckles turning white as she gripped her skirt, her eyes wide with terror.


    Suddenly, a desperate female voice erupted from outside.


    "NO! THOSE AREN''T YOUR PARENTS! RUN!!!"


    The Nereid girl bolted. Drifter, Luna, and Alma were instantly on their feet. Alma sprinted after her.


    Drifter noticed the woman with orange hair frozen in place, her fingers trembling as they flew across the holographic screen. Her shoulders sagged almost imperceptibly.


    Jaxon approached her. "What''s happening? That sounded serious."


    "Nothing to worry about," she replied, her smile rigidly in place. "Just a small misunderstanding. Our team is handling it."


    Drifter and Luna quickened their pace, trailing Alma. In the courtyard, a group of men in black suits converged on the Nereid girl. Beside her stood a Felidae girl¡ªher gray fur spotted like a leopard, dressed entirely in black with a hood.


    With lightning-quick movements, she gripped the Nereid girl''s hand and guided her toward the exit. Her agile maneuvers effortlessly kept the suited men at bay.


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    The man in the suit, sunglasses reflecting the light, turned toward them.


    "Who are you?" he demanded.


    "We''re from Rindos Agriculture Company, we¡¯re here to offer food aid," Luna replied calmly.


    Instantly, he raised two fingers sharply toward the Nereid girl. With a subtle hand gesture, he signaled his team. Thundering footsteps filled the air, heavy with tension. The group moved swiftly, pursuing the terrified girl.


    Alma lunged forward, but Luna''s hand caught her arm. Alma turned, confusion and frustration etched across her face.


    "Don''t... Alma. You know this isn''t the time," Luna said softly.


    Alma paused, her fist clenched. Her lips trembled, holding back a storm of emotions. She glared sharply, then slowly lowered her eyes, taking a deep breath. After a moment, she nodded quietly, though her body still radiated tension.


    "We''ll report to Professor while we wait for Jaxon," Luna said.


    Drifter nodded, and they began walking, Alma trailing behind.


    They approached the Windy Bloom Caf¨¦, its large frameless glass windows adorned with lush green plants. The space buzzed with chatter and life. Drifter scanned the room until he spotted Friedrich at a corner table, methodically sipping his drink.


    They settled around him - Luna and Drifter across, Alma to his left.


    "How is it? What happened?" Friedrich asked, his gaze sharp and piercing.


    "Where''s Jaxon?" he continued.


    "Jaxon''s still at the branch headquarters," Luna explained. "The girl ran again, guided by a Felidae girl. She''s still being chased by those men in suits, just like before."


    "Who are they? Why are they here from the branch office?" Friedrich''s voice carried a thread of suspicion.


    Luna furrowed her brows, fingers tapping softly on the table.


    Drifter glanced at Luna before turning to Friedrich.


    "We don''t know, Professor. The receptionist claimed the girl was lost, separated from her parents. But then those men in suits appeared..." his voice trailed off meaningfully.


    Friedrich nodded slowly.


    "I see... We''ll wait for Jaxon. Let''s order something." He lifted his cup again.


    After a while, Jaxon arrived, sliding in beside Drifter with a relaxed grin.


    "Well, sorry for the wait. Did I miss anything?" he asked casually.


    "Our Vytros Seal has been updated by HQ with a new identity. Check for yourself," Friedrich replied.


    Drifter activated the Lumina Core on his wrist. A holographic screen flickered to life, displaying the Vytros Seal. His photo remained the same, but the name now read Jax Kade, occupation: mercenary.


    Friedrich turned to Luna and Alma. "Luna, Alma, you don''t need to come with us. It''s better if you check the hotel and rest," he said.


    "We can wait outside the meeting," Alma responded.


    "That''s a bad idea, Alma. Spies could be watching. Your appearance is more suited to a civilian, not a mercenary," Friedrich explained firmly.


    Alma hesitated, then nodded. "Alright, dad. Stay safe, okay?"


    "You too, take care," Luna added.


    Drifter, Jaxon, and Friedrich left the caf¨¦, Friedrich leading the way. They boarded the skyrail heading to the East District, leaving the Central District behind.


    As they descended, Drifter took in the changing landscape. The buildings here were lower, with a white sandy beach stretching into the distance. Passengers wore casual beach attire - swimsuits, shorts, sunglasses perched atop their heads.


    They arrived at the Tidal Horizon Bar, a sleek structure with dark gray walls nestled along the shoreline. Modern yet organic, the bar featured matte black walls, expansive glass windows, and natural wood accents softly illuminated by Evocyte lamps. A wooden deck with black woven furniture and marble tables created an atmosphere of relaxed elegance.


    "Is this the meeting place?" Drifter asked Friedrich.


    "No mistake... but don''t judge the place by its looks," Friedrich answered calmly.


    Inside, acoustic guitar music filled the air. A blonde elf singer performed on stage as they approached a large table. An Ursidae man - bear-like in appearance - manipulated drinks with telekinetic precision.


    Friedrich stepped forward. "A Virellian Sunset," he said.


    The man paused, studying them with a piercing gaze, then nodded. He tapped his Lumina Core. A man in a suit with shade appear behind them.


    "Follow me," he said flatly.


    The team was led through a narrow, dimly lit corridor at the bar''s rear. Their footsteps whispered against the glossy floor. A door opened to reveal a small room, a blinding light suspended over a single table.


    "Identification," the suited man demanded.


    They tapped their Lumina Cores, holographic Vytros Seals flickering to life. After a brief inspection, the man exited, the door sealing with a soundless click.


    A sharp synthetic voice sliced through the silence.


    "Good evening¡­ Garen Vexler. Jax Kade. Drake Rosier," it said coldly.


    "You guys just arrived on time. We have work for you. A separatist hideout is located here," the voice continued.


    A holographic map materialized, spinning to reveal an island dotted with box-like buildings.


    "These coordinates have been sent to your Lumina Core. Your task is simple: destroy the location. No questions. No hesitation. Deadline is tomorrow night. We expect results."


    "Understood. We''ll take care of it," Friedrich responded firmly.


    "Good. I hope you can be relied upon," the voice replied.


    The hologram dissolved, leaving a heavy silence. The door opened automatically.


    Friedrich, Drifter, and Jaxon quickly left the bar. Night had fallen, the beach now nearly empty. They boarded the skyrail to the Central District, heading to the Vanderlane Grand Hotel.


    [Location: Vanderlane Grand Hotel ¨C Maranagara ¨C Night ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    The hotel towered above the city, its glass facade shimmering with Maranagara''s vibrant lights. The lobby radiated cold elegance¡ªmarble floors, golden chandeliers, a central fountain''s gentle cascade. Luxury personified, yet to the team, it felt more like a gilded prison.


    Their suite continued the opulent theme¡ªplush armchairs, rich mahogany, floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic city view. But no one relaxed. The meeting''s weight hung in the air, each person lost in private thoughts.


    Alma looked up from her holographic screen. "Welcome back. How did it go?" she asked.


    Luna settled beside her. "What did they say?"


    Friedrich settled into an armchair near the window, his movements deliberate. He tapped his Lumina Core, connecting to their contact.


    A mechanical voice responded. "I''m here. What''s the report?"


    "They assigned us a task to attack a separatist hideout. No details, no context. Strange¡ªthey have an entire army. Why hire mercenaries for this?" Friedrich said.


    "While you were gone, we investigated Grand Commander Lamont. He has direct ties with Grand Chancellor Radmilla Einar. If the order came down, it most likely originated from the Chancellor himself," Luna explained.


    "True. With their support, your team might be stationed on the Yuvaka Cruiser as mercenaries." Hunter said, his tone flat and mechanical.


    "Hunter, how long have you been stationed here?" Friedrich asked.


    "I''m not a member of the Evocaier Order, but I''ve been here almost ten years," Hunter responded.


    Friedrich''s brow furrowed, exchanging a meaningful glance with Luna, Jaxon and Drifter.


    Not from the Order? That... wasn''t expected. For Grandmaster Ragnar to rely on someone outside the Order....


    "Alright... Let''s continue. Tell me about the political situation in the Nusa Union. The Grand Chancellor''s been in power for four terms now, right?" Friedrich asked.


    "Rumors are flying,"


    "Forced labor in the Eterion Mines seems to be an open secret. And there''s something else brewing¡ªa serial killer''s been taking out high-ranking politicians. Six dead so far."


    "This isn''t just about the separatists. The resistance movement is growing stronger, exposing corruption and forced labor allegations. My advice? Stay away from their politics. Focus on the Black Cube." Hunter said.


    "Thanks for the head''s up. Whatever''s there, we''ll be careful. Observation first, action later," Friedrich said, looking around the room. "Anyone have any thoughts?"


    Drifter stared into the distance, fingers tapping his knee.


    Politics... something I never really understood. Seven hundred years have passed... Even though noble status is long gone... it seems to still cling in another form... like in the Elysium days... he thought bitterly.


    After a moment of silence, Friedrich stood. "Good work today. Rest up. We move at dawn. The Alcheriders are ready¡ªthanks to Hunter."


    The group nodded in agreement, the weight of their conversation still heavy in the air. They began to disperse, each retreating to their corner of the suite to prepare for the challenges ahead.


    "Take care, everyone," Luna said softly.


    "Get some good rest," Drifter added quietly.


    "Um... yeah. See you tomorrow," Alma said, her voice hesitant.


    "Sweet dreams," Jaxon said with a hint of forced lightness.


    As the suite door clicked shut, the tension from the meeting continued to hover. Each of them sank into their private thoughts, acutely aware that whatever awaited them would demand more than they felt prepared to give.

 Chapter 31: Shimmering Tides, Shadowed Heart

    [Location: Abandoned Island ¨C Nusa Union ¨C Morning ¨C 2 Days before Sarjavah Festival, Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    The team stepped off their Stratos Alcherider, its gray, aerodynamic frame glinting in the light, onto the shore where the soft, white sand shifted beneath their boots.


    In the distance, Drifter''s weathered eyes settled on a peculiar sight. A dense cluster of palm trees stood like sentinels, their fronds interweaving with the branches of unfamiliar species he couldn''t name.


    The verdant canopy swayed in a lazy dance above wild, untamed grass that rippled like waves across the earth.


    The settlement beyond drew his attention¡ªa collection of buildings rising from the landscape, every inch of them fashioned from raw timber that had aged to a deep honey-gold under countless suns. Yet something about the scene made him uneasy. No walls encircled these wooden dwellings.


    Nearby, children darted along dirt paths, their laughter carried on the breeze, while adults toiled in the fields, tending to crops close to the settlement. Only the rhythmic crash of waves and distant cries of seagulls broke the peaceful atmosphere.


    Drifter scanned the area, his brow furrowing in confusion.


    No golems? No defensive turrets? Is this really a separatist hideout? he thought.


    Drifter''s throat tightened as he watched a young girl chase butterflies near the wooden houses and villagers bent over their gardens, gesturing animatedly to each other between rows of crops, their movements easy and unhurried. Not a single guard patrolled the perimeter. The mission briefing''s words¡ª"eliminate the separatists"¡ªnow rang hollow in his mind.


    Beside him, a familiar voice broke through his thoughts.


    "Well, our worst-case scenario just came true," Jaxon muttered.


    Friedrich¡¯s sharp gaze swept over the village, his expression calm yet calculating. He turned to the others, his tone steady.


    "Luna, Jaxon, Alma, we''ll play the part of tourists. Blend in and get a feel for what''s really going on here."


    Finally, he met Drifter¡¯s eyes, his voice low but firm.


    "You stay back. Watch for anything suspicious. If things go south, clear our path."


    The group nodded, and with a shared, unspoken agreement, they moved deeper into the village while Drifter moved towards woods near the village.


    The stillness in the air grew heavier with each step, as if the land itself were holding its breath. Children stopped in mid-play, their wide eyes following the team.


    The adults'' expressions shifted, their conversations falling silent as they watched them pass.


    "Keep your guard up," Friedrich warned, his voice low and tense. "These people don''t like strangers. Something''s not right."


    "Dad... I don''t think they''re just nervous," Alma whispered, glancing at the villagers.


    She noticed the way they exchanged anxious glances, the way one woman hurried her children inside with trembling hands. A feeling of unease settled in her chest, heavy and suffocating.


    "There''s fear in their eyes. They know something we don''t," Luna observed, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the village.


    "Let''s stay calm and not jump to conclusions," Friedrich cautioned.


    But his eyes kept flicking to Alma, who had stopped in her tracks, staring at a group of children peeking from behind a wooden fence. One of them met her gaze¡ªand flinched, quickly ducking away.


    "It''s okay, I''m not¡ª" Alma began softly, her heart aching, but the child was already gone.


    Heavy footsteps echoed through the air. Friedrich clenched his jaw as he spotted a group of figures in the distance, their weapons and armor materializing as they approached.


    "Get ready, on my mark," Friedrich commanded, glancing at Alma, Jaxon and Luna, who nodded in response.


    The villagers'' anxious murmurs grew louder, the fear in the air rising to a palpable crescendo. Just as the armed figures raised their weapons, a young girl''s voice rang out from behind them¡ªurgent and breathless.


    "Wait! Please, don''t hurt them!"


    The team turned sharply. There, panting and frantic, stood the petite Nereid girl with silver-white hair they had seen earlier. Right behind her, the hooded Felidae girl grinned, undeterred by the danger.


    "Thank you... for what you did before," the Nereid girl whispered, catching her breath.


    "So, you''re the ones who saved her? Looks like we''re not the only ones with a shared interest," the Felidae girl remarked, looking at Friedrich, Alma and Luna.


    "It''s good to see you again," Alma said warmly. She glanced around, her voice growing softer but more urgent. "But what''s really going on here?"


    Before anyone could reply, the sound of distant engines grew louder, quickly drowning out their conversation.


    Drifter''s voice crackled over the ARF comms, sharp and urgent:


    "Everyone, we''ve got incoming. Alcheriders¡ªlots of them. No insignia, no markings. They''re coming in fast."


    The team''s heads snapped upward. Dozens of black Alcheriders¡ªsmall, oval-shaped machines with aerodynamic designs and modular construction¡ªapproached, piloted by figures in armor and helmets.


    The villagers scattered in every direction, their eyes wide with panic. The Evocaier combatants quickly moved into position, shouting orders and ushering civilians into nearby buildings and behind cover. The tension in the air was thick, crackling like static, as everyone waited for the inevitable clash.


    "Should we engage first? They don''t look like they''re here to negotiate," Drifter''s voice came sharp over the ARF comms.


    Friedrich''s mind raced. He knew the stakes¡ªthe Black Cube was the priority, but he couldn''t risk innocent lives in the process. His hand clenched.


    "We can''t blow our cover," Friedrich replied over the ARF comms, his voice tight. "I''m almost certain this is government-backed¡ªmercenaries. Probably, their mission is to wipe out this village."


    He glanced at the others, his gaze hardening. He couldn''t risk Alma, Jaxon, and Luna revealing themselves¡ªthey couldn¡¯t materialize their armor, and their identities had to remain secret.


    "Jaxon, Luna, Alma¡ªhide. Protect the villagers, and don¡¯t let anyone see you," he ordered firmly.


    Everyone nodded and moved into position. Friedrich materialized his armor¡ªan unusual dark gray with a menacing helmet and black cape. His Mace and Greatshield transformed into a dark gray color.


    "Drifter, with me. We go in hard¡ªkeep your disguise tight. Don''t give them anything to work with," Friedrich commanded over the ARF comms.


    The unknown attackers landed with heavy thuds, their armored feet hitting the ground as weapons materialized in their hands.


    A fully armored azure figure, its horned helm gleaming, stepped forward with an Azure Greatsword in hand


    "These people are Separatists¡ªkill them all. Show no mercy!" he sneered, his voice laced with contempt.


    As the armored figures approached the village near the woods, dozens of spectral blue swords suddenly struck from above, catching them by surprise.


    "Damn... an ambush! Find them!" the azure armored figure shouted.


    The attackers, armed with daggers, moved swiftly, blending with the shadows, lightning, and wind until they spotted Drifter. He stood atop a tree, poised in his unusual dark teal armor, his helmet gleaming in the filtered sunlight.


    "Target spotted. Seven o¡¯clock, above," one of the armored figures reported.


    Then Two armored figures, charged with wind and lightning energy, slashed their daggers toward him. Drifter dissolved into blue particles and countered from below with a barrage of Exalt Bolts, blue projectiles striking the two figures until they fell motionless.


    On the ground, three armored figures with dark daggers launched a flurry of strikes. Drifter dodged their initial assault, but when one of the dark blades nearly found its mark, he raised his left hand."


    "Exalt Barrier!"


    A blue transparent dome parried the attacks, making one attacker stagger. Drifter seized the opening, unleashing a devastating series of strikes with his Exaltare, each blow flowing seamlessly into the next until his blade pierced through their natural barrier, leaving trails of blood on the grassy ground.


    As he cleared his way along with his spectral swords, Drifter looked into the distance while running, witnessing the clash of colorful energies among the armored figures and villagers.


    The warrior in azure armor carved through the air with his frost-laden greatsword, shattering the Defender shields like glass.


    When Friedrich stepped in, his luminous greatshield met the icy blade in a explosive clash, sending crystalline sparks dancing through the air as light and frost collided.


    Seizing the moment of weakness, Friedrich swung his mace at the azure warrior''s chest, but his opponent recovered with startling speed, deflecting the blow with a sweep of his greatsword.


    Before either could strike again, the Felidae girl launched herself forward, her Sattvaprahara igniting with power as crystalline blades materialized from her boots, sending the azure warrior flying backward.


    "Sorry, but he''s mine" she purred with deadly confidence.


    Friedrich didn¡¯t hesitate, shifting his attention to the advancing enemies. His shield became a radiant barrier of light, intercepting both the weapons of nearby invaders and the projectiles raining down from distant Venators.


    The battlefield erupted into chaos as armored figures clashed with the village¡¯s Evocaier defenders. Amidst the violence, the haunting notes of a crystalline harp rang out ¨C the Nereid girl¡¯s Echo of the Tide wove a melody of despair. Her song seeped into the invaders¡¯ bodies like poison, slowing their movements until many collapsed to their knees, defenseless against the defenders¡¯ ruthless counterattack.


    From his vantage point in one of the village windows, Jaxon¡¯s twin crossbows sang their own deadly tune, each flaming bolt finding its mark, cutting down armored figures where they stood.


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    At the front, an azure-clad figure swung his greatsword through the air, unleashing a wave of ice toward the Felidae girl.


    "Devita!" the azure figure roared in rage.


    Effortlessly, the Felidae girl sidestepped, the ice crashing into the ground and spreading a slick, frozen layer beneath them.


    "Straight to the point, Lance? Why the disguise?" she taunted, narrowing her eyes.


    The azure figure surged forward, swinging his massive greatsword in a wide arc, frost trailing behind the blade. Devita ducked just in time, narrowly avoiding the strike.


    She retaliated with a barrage of Geo-Blades ¨C jagged shards of stone erupted from the ground, hurtling toward him. But he pressed on, his greatsword carving through the air in relentless assaults.


    Devita shifted the terrain beneath her feet, summoning crystalline obstacles to block his path.


    The azure figure shattered them effortlessly, but as they crumbled, a thick cloud of dust engulfed them.


    "Now you can¡¯t hit what you can¡¯t see," she teased from within the haze.


    A series of spinning strikes struck the azure figure¡¯s back. His natural barrier flared, absorbing the hits, but her onslaught didn¡¯t relent.


    The azure figure swung his greatsword wildly, attacking with brutal, aimless strikes.


    "Stop hiding, coward!" he shouted.


    But the blows kept coming, relentless, until his natural barrier finally shattered. Her final move¡ªa sharp, upward thrust¡ªsent him crashing to the ground.


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    He forced himself back to his feet, slamming his greatsword into the earth.


    "Winter¡¯s Bite!" he roared.


    Suddenly, towering ice spikes erupted from the ground around him.


    But they struck only empty air¡ªDevita had already leapt behind him. With a swift 360-degree spin, she delivered a high-speed kick to his back, cracking his armor and sending him hurtling into his own ice spikes. He crumpled to the ground, struggling to rise, his breathing heavy and labored.


    He saw Devita standing in front of him, grinning with a proud and arrogant posture. All around him, his men were falling, overwhelmed by the relentless defenders. One by one, they collapsed.


    Gritting his teeth, the azure figure clenched his fists. His body trembled as he surveyed the battlefield, his gaze dark with fury.


    "I¡­ I¡¯ve already lost," he muttered, his voice cracking with disbelief.


    He rose shakily, his resolve crumbling.


    "Retreat!" he ordered, his voice filled with reluctant defeat.


    With a snarl of frustration, the azure figure swung his greatsword one last time, conjuring a massive wall of frost between himself and Devita. He stepped back, his retreat evident in his movements.


    "This isn¡¯t over, brat," the azure figure spat, venom lacing his words, though his tone rang hollow.


    The battlefield grew eerily quiet, the faint hum of Alcherider engines buzzing in the distance. Devita and the Nereid girl moved toward Jaxon, Luna, and Alma, who had finally emerged from the villagers'' hideout. The tension lingered in the air, heavy as the dust began to settle. From the nearby woods, Drifter appeared, walking briskly toward the group.


    "Thanks... for standing with us," Devita said, her breaths quick and shallow, beads of sweat clinging to her brow.


    The Nereid girl, her voice low and strained, managed a soft, "Thank you¡­"


    "I¡¯m Devita, and this is Dheandita," Devita introduced, her gaze flicking between the group. "You all fight a little too well for civilians. So, who are you really?"


    Drifter, Jaxon, and Luna exchanged glances, but Alma¡¯s voice broke the silence.


    "Nice to meet you. I¡¯m Alma," she said with a polite smile, gesturing to her companions. "These are Jaxon, Luna, and Drifter. We¡¯re from the Evocaier Order, Verm Evocaier Academy."


    Luna shot Alma a sharp look of disapproval. Jaxon sighed quietly, crossing his arms, while Drifter remained stoic, his expression unreadable.


    "Verm Academy? Wasn¡¯t that the place raided not long ago? What happened?" Devita asked, her eyebrow arching as her gaze lingered on them.


    "Uh¡­" The word hung awkwardly in the air. Alma''s voice withered under their razor-sharp stares¡ªespecially Jaxon''s hidden behind dark sunglasses, his expressionless face adding another layer of unnerving silence


    Luna stepped forward, her tone sharp. "You knew about that? Who are you, really?" Her eyes narrowed, scanning Devita carefully.


    Devita met Luna¡¯s gaze without flinching, crossing her arms as she replied evenly. "I¡¯m a member of the Evocaier Order here. Nice to meet you, Verm team."


    Jaxon said nothing, but behind his aviator glasses, his eyes lingered on Devita as he crossed his arms.


    Alma finally spoke, sensing Devita might be an ally from the Order who could help her. Her voice wavered with hesitation. "Actually... two mercenaries. They stole a dangerous artifact. If it falls into the wrong hands..."


    Jaxon''s hand dragged down his face, fingertips catching on stubble. A sound¡ªpart frustration, part resignation¡ªrumbled in his throat.


    Luna and Drifter stood motionless. No words passed, but the air crackled with tension. Luna''s slight head tilt, Drifter''s narrowed eyes¡ªa silent conversation more eloquent than speech.


    "An artifact, huh? What exactly did they steal?" Devita asked, her eyes narrowing.


    Only the sound of distant waves filled the silence for a moment as Alma noticed the skeptical and distrustful expressions of her teammates.


    Anxiety rippled through her. Her fingers knotted together, pressing and releasing, betraying the tension coiled beneath her skin. Her gaze darted briefly, then steadied¡ªcuriosity cutting through her unease.


    She turned to the Nereid girl, her voice a delicate whisper¡ªsoft yet sharp, hesitant yet probing.


    ¡°Dheandita, who was chasing you? Why are they after you?¡±


    The Nereid girl flinched slightly. ¡°You can just call me Dhea, Alma.¡± Her voice was soft, trembling just a little. She hesitated, her gaze dropping to the ground, her fingers fidgeting nervously. After a long pause, she continued.


    ¡°It¡¯s the Nusa Union government¡­ They¡ª¡± Her voice cracked, filled with emotion. ¡°They force most of the Nereid people to work in the underwater Eterion mines. They claim it¡¯s only criminals, but¡­ it¡¯s a lie. It¡¯s¡­ it¡¯s not just the Nereid. People from isolated villages are taken too.¡±


    Devita gave a sharp nod, cutting in.


    ¡°That¡¯s true.¡±


    Drifter frowned slightly.


    ¡°No way, really? So what¡¯s the point of having the automatons?¡±


    Devita glanced at him, her reply calm.


    ¡°You didn¡¯t know? The automatons can¡¯t work underwater.¡±


    Jaxon raised an eyebrow.


    ¡°Really? All this luxury, and they¡¯re still forcing people to work in the mines?¡±


    Devita shrugged.


    ¡°Well, that¡¯s the union for you¡­¡±


    Luna¡¯s gaze dropped, her voice barely above a murmur.


    ¡°So¡­ the rumors were true¡­¡±


    Jaxon, Luna, and Drifter lowered their heads.


    Drifter¡¯s brow furrowed as his mind worked through the details. He remembered reading in the Arcane Network about the Nusa Union¡ªtheir claim to be the number one exporter of Eterion, translucent blue crystal with a faint inner glow.


    The reports always painted a picture of prosperity, but he also recalled whispers about the Order branch. They were notorious for never reporting anything out of the ordinary. And now, looking at the pristine luxury of their headquarters, it all seemed to fit what Devita and Dheandita had said. The pieces clicked, making the whole situation feel all too familiar.


    The sound of a familiar young girl¡¯s voice broke his thoughts, and he shifted his gaze to Alma.


    ¡°All the luxury... all the festivals we''ve seen¡ªbuilt on the backs of people like you,¡± Alma said, her voice low but sharp, her anger palpable as she shook her head.


    Dhea nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She quickly wiped them away, but the pain in her voice was raw, trembling as she spoke.


    "We have no rights. No one cares. My parents... they gave their lives to save me. But even the Evocaier Order here... they betrayed us."


    Luna¡¯s brows furrowed slightly, her lips pressing into a tight line.


    Jaxon shifted uneasily, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.


    Drifter stood still, his jaw tight as he avoided looking directly at Dhea, his gaze drifting to the ground as memories of his history lessons flickered through his mind¡ªthe history of the Aurea Aetas era, of masses of people in chains and auction blocks from a time the mortals had supposedly left behind. Yet here it was again, taking on another form.


    As he heard Devita¡¯s voice, Drifter shifted his gaze from Dhea to her.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but the Order here is rotten,¡± Devita said bitterly, her voice laced with contempt. ¡°The government bribes the Order to stay quiet. Most of them live in luxury, turning a blind eye to everything. Only a few of us actually do the job we''re sworn to. It¡¯s... shameful.¡±


    Her brows were drawn tight, her lips pressed into a firm line¡ªsteadfast, unwavering. Yet something in her eyes made Drifter¡¯s stomach twist.


    Why does she do this? Is it really out of noble intention?


    Then Drifter spoke, his voice low, eyes narrowing. "This village? Built by those who escaped?"


    Devita glanced at him, a slight nod. "You nailed it... It was thanks to the resistance that this place was possible..."


    "By the way, how''d you find this place?" Devita asked, turning her gaze to Alma, Drifter, Luna, and Jaxon.


    Jaxon glancing for a while around before meeting Devita¡¯s gaze.


    "We actually disguised ourselves as mercenaries," Jaxon replied. "Took a job from someone with ties to a Union general. We were ordered to take you out, branding you as separatists. And now, here we are."


    ¡°As expected. It¡¯s not a coincidence. They already know about this place,¡± Devita muttered.


    Alma caught Devita''s gaze, a subtle smile playing at the corner of her lips. Devita had shown genuine compassion for the villagers¡ªperhaps she might be willing to help. What did she have to lose by asking?


    "By the way, you wouldn¡¯t happen to know anyone who could help us get to the Yuvaka cruise ship on the night of the festival, would you? We need to stop those mercenaries before they hand over the artifact to their contractor," Alma asked.


    Devita hesitated, her eyes flickering between the group and the distance beyond them. She shifted her weight uneasily, clearly weighing her options.


    "Well... I suppose I can help," she said after a moment, her voice thoughtful. "I actually have a contact who can get you there."


    "I can introduce you to someone... uh, I¡¯m sure it¡¯ll work if you just say you¡¯re my... college friends. You¡¯re all young enough, they won¡¯t ask too many questions."


    Alma''s eyes lit up. "Seriously? That would be incredible." She glanced at her teammates, a relieved grin spreading across her face. "See? Staying here was totally worth it."


    "Thank you... but who exactly will be taking us?" Luna asked, her eyes narrowing with suspicion as she crossed her arms.


    "I... I can get you to someone higher up, but... don¡¯t mention the Evocaier Order, alright? Just... keep that between us," Devita lowered her voice, her tone awkward.


    Luna furrowed her brow, still skeptical of the vague explanation, but she nodded anyway. "Alright. I¡¯ll go along with it..." Her voice was steady, though caution lingered in her movements as her eyes scanned Devita¡¯s face.


    Drifter studied her, his expression unreadable. Something in the way she spoke didn''t sit right, a hint of hesitation that didn¡¯t match her earlier confidence. He glanced at Jaxon, then back to Devita, his mind racing. Let just hope she¡¯s not lying.


    A figure approached¡ªFriedrich, flanked by members of the village¡¯s Evocaier Combat Unit. His face was hard, his expression cold as he came to a stop before the group.


    "I¡¯ve heard the situation from them," Friedrich said, his voice measured.


    "We¡¯ll pull back for now. We need to report this back to Grandmasters. If the Evocaier Order here is compromised, it¡¯s our duty to expose it," he continued, his tone firm as his eyes scanned the group.


    He glanced around, his expression growing more serious. "We need to talk. Please excuse us."


    As they neared the shore, they stopped.


    "That girl... they say she can get us an invitation to Yuvaka," Drifter said, his voice hesitant.


    "I see... How?" Friedrich asked, his brow furrowing.


    "She claims to have connections to one of the higher-ups... but... the way she said it... didn¡¯t seem too sure," Drifter replied, avoiding Friedrich¡¯s gaze.


    Friedrich¡¯s expression darkened.


    "It would be great if that¡¯s true, but I¡¯m not sure we can rely on her. I know it¡¯s difficult, but staying in this village is a bad idea. Who knows when the Union will return?"


    Alma¡¯s hands clenched at her sides, her voice rising.


    "You mean we just... abandon them? After everything?" Her eyes softened, but the hurt was clear.


    "I¡¯m sorry, Alma. But the mission comes first." He paused, his gaze flickering briefly to her.


    "If that cube falls into the wrong hands, millions will suffer."


    Alma bit her lower lip, her soft eyes searching his face. Instead, all she saw was the stern resolve. She felt the tightness in her chest, but her decision didn¡¯t waver.


    "I understand, Dad. But I can¡¯t just leave them... not after everything they¡¯ve been through." Alma¡¯s voice trembled.


    "I¡¯ll talk to the Order leader here. A little persuasion might get us somewhere... but we¡¯ll see." Friedrich exhaled sharply.


    "We don¡¯t have many options left."


    "Are you sure he won¡¯t sell us out?" Luna narrowed her eyes, her voice skeptical.


    "There¡¯s always a chance, but it¡¯s the only lead we have. We¡¯ll take that risk. If he does... we¡¯ll deal with it when it comes." He met her gaze, his jaw tight.


    "This is getting harder and harder... I¡¯d rather be on a straight-up monster extermination mission than dealing with this political mess."


    "And I¡¯m not sure the Hunter¡¯s going to give us any useful intel, either." Jaxon let out a frustrated sigh.


    "We don¡¯t have the luxury of time anymore. We¡¯ll make do with what we have. Let¡¯s move." Friedrich''s voice was calm.


    "I¡¯m staying, Professor. Sorry." Drifter¡¯s voice was low but firm.


    Alma¡¯s soft, relieved smile tugged at her lips as she glanced at Drifter, her eyes flicking back to Friedrich.


    "I¡¯m staying too, Dad." Her voice was warm.


    "This isn¡¯t our fight, Drifter. Alma." He exhaled slowly, trying to rein in his emotions.


    "We have to stick to the mission, just as the Hunter suggested. Stay out of the politics."


    For a while, only the sound of the waves filled the silence. Drifter¡¯s gaze stayed ahead as he spoke.


    "Our path ahead is uncertain... staying put might not be the best choice. Maybe if we gain Devita¡¯s trust, she might reveal more. Splitting now could give us a clearer picture later."


    "Besides, I can¡¯t just leave these people behind. If we do... we¡¯re no different than the ones who¡¯ve been ignoring them for years." Drifter glanced toward the village.


    The weight in his chest and the twist in his stomach¡ªgnawing at him. Deep down, a memory rose¡ªcries for help from Area Zero, once called the Verlumia region.


    Villagers running, a mother clutching her baby, both falling to the swarm of black creatures with writhing tendrils as his healing couldn¡¯t reach them in time.


    He remembered sprinting for reinforcements, his voice desperate as he begged for more herbs and potions. But the nobles only glanced past him as he left empty-handed.


    Another day, he met Lord Solvelyn, the elven man with long golden hair, renowned as the most virtuous among the nobles. His words were kind, brimming with promises of aid, sparking a fleeting hope in Drifter¡¯s chest. But as Drifter cast spells against the swarm of black creatures, his breath growing heavier with fatigue, there was still no sign of the soldiers or supplies that had been promised. The other volunteer mages fought beside him, but they too were faltering.


    As he retreated, realizing he was the only one left, his eyes caught something. Soldiers bearing the red lion emblem of the Solvelyn family weren¡¯t rushing to their aid. Instead, they were laying siege to a city, clashing with Lord Iridiath¡¯s forces, their blue eagle banners fluttering in the chaos.


    Drifter¡¯s chest tightened. Betrayal. The word lingered in his mind, cold and sharp. His gaze snapped to the darkening sky above, streaked with dark lightning, while the rifts continued to spread like wounds across the heavens. Below, the swarm of creatures surged, tendrils slashing through the air with relentless fury. One by one, villages fell. Then the cities.


    Drifter¡¯s lip curled in frustration.


    I¡¯m not like them... Never! The thought burned in his chest, but he clenched his jaw, pushing it down. He couldn¡¯t afford to let it show.


    A heavy silence settled over the group. Luna stood beside Drifter, her posture steady and unshaken.


    "I¡¯ll stay with him. Drifter has a point... I think this is our best chance." She shot Friedrich a small, apologetic smile.


    "You¡¯ll be fine without me."


    Friedrich¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied them for a long moment. Disappointment and concern flickered in his gaze before he finally sighed, nodding once in silent acceptance, though his jaw remained tense.


    ¡°Alright¡­ but remember, if this goes wrong, there¡¯s no turning back,¡± he said, his voice firm but carrying a weight of caution.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Professor. We¡¯ve got it covered.¡± Luna offered him a reassuring smile. ¡°Good luck. We¡¯ll stay in touch.¡±


    ¡°Well, I guess we¡¯ll see each other soon. Just¡ªtake care of the girls, Drifter.¡± Jaxon smiled and casually waved at them.


    ¡°No worries, both of you. Stay safe,¡± Drifter smiled back at Jaxon.


    ¡°Take care of yourselves,¡± Friedrich¡¯s voice was firm, but there was a hint of warmth in his parting words.


    Friedrich glanced at Alma, who avoided his gaze.


    ¡°Take care.¡± There was disappointment in his tone.


    ¡°Stay safe, Dad,¡± Alma said, her voice quiet, feeling a pang of guilt as she avoided his eyes.


    With that, they parted ways. Friedrich turned to leave, Jaxon following closely behind. The air between them shifted, the weight of their choices pressing down on them as they disappeared, their stratos alcheriders cutting through the distance toward the open seas.


    Drifter stood motionless, his gaze fixed on their retreating forms. His jaw tightened, fingers curling into fists at his sides, as if trying to hold onto something. A storm raged inside him, conflicting thoughts battling for dominance, but a faint flicker of resolve anchored him, keeping his feet firmly planted.


    Alma¡¯s gaze drifted toward the distant sea, her eyes distant, lost in thought.


    Luna, silent as ever, was the first to turn, making her way back toward the village.


    The hum of the alcherider engines slowly faded into the distance, replaced only by the soothing rhythm of the waves and the distant cry of seagulls.

 Chapter 32: Waves of Resistance

    [Location: Maranagara Underwater City ¨C Maranagara Administration Office ¨C Morning ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    The Maranagara Underwater City, located just beneath the surface of Maranagara, was a breathtaking feat of engineering. A sprawling, transparent metropolis with schools of fish swimming gracefully through the water, all connected by shimmering, transparent skyrails track¡ªtunnels lit by bioluminescent flora.


    At the heart of the city stood the tallest tower, where the Head Administrator¡¯s decisions shaped the city''s future and its territories.


    An azure figure stepped forward, his armor dissolving into shimmering blue particle as he entered. Revealed beneath was a man with a messy undercut, dark gray hair, and a well-groomed beard and mustache that lent him a slightly rugged charm.


    He moved with deliberate steps, his dark blue coat flowing over a black sleeveless shirt that clung to his muscular frame. As he neared the building, he came to a halt at the door, where a woman in a sharp suit gestured for him to enter.


    Inside, his brown eyes seen Sarvan Einar, a young man with neatly combed light brown hair sat, wearing a neat suit and emerald-green robes. His posture was lazy, his gaze filled with irritation as he eyed Lance. His green eyes narrowed in disdain.


    "Why are you still here, Lance?" Sarvan said. "I gave you a simple order¡ªwipe them out. Make an example of them. What''s the delay?"


    Lance''s jaw worked before he spoke. "I... failed. The situation''s more¡ª"


    "Failed?" Now Sarvan looked up, disbelief flickering across his face before settling into something colder. "You were defeated by just civilians?"


    Lance''s fingers curled at his sides. "You ordered us not to kill her. Capturing her alive... it''s not simple. And they weren''t just civilians. Their allies¡ª"


    "Their allies?" Sarvan cut him off with a bark of laughter.


    "You''re a commander in the Union Evocaier Order, and you''re standing here giving me excuses about allies?"


    He waved a dismissive hand. "I want her to be captured and that village burned. Every last building, every last person. By tonight."


    He leaned forward, voice dropping. "You understand the consequences of failure, don''t you, Lance?"


    "Understood." Lance''s voice stayed stead.


    ¡°Good. Glad we¡¯re clear. Now, go.¡± Sarvan waved him off dismissively, already turning his attention back to the window.


    Lance nails dug into his palms as he forced himself to maintain composure.


    Sitting there like a king on his throne, the familiar taste of bile rose in Lance¡¯s throat as he watched Sarvan¡¯s dismissive gesture. His jaw tightened, muscles in his hands twitching with the urge to strike, but he forced them to relax, fingers still clenched into fists at his sides.


    Damn it... stay calm, Lance... if he weren''t some big shot''s kid, I''d knock that arrogant little brat out.


    As Lance turned toward the door, it creaked open, halting his steps. A figure entered the room¡ª a man with long brown hair and wolf-like ears. The air shifted with his presence¡ªintense, commanding.


    "So... how did it go, Sarvan?" His voice was low and even.


    "Ah, perfect timing, Virendra... my friend." Sarvan''s lips curved into a smirk as he gestured toward Lance. "Our commander here was just explaining his spectacular failure."


    Virendra''s brown eyes settled on Lance. "That bad?"


    Lance ground his teeth before replying. "They had combat evocaiers..." He shook his head. "But there''s one guy that keeps haunting me. I''ve never seen anything like it. Teal armor... fighting like... hell, like he was both a Mage and a Rune Arbiter at once."


    "Interesting..." Virendra''s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. He turned toward Sarvan. "I''ll handle this one." His voice light but firm.


    "Huh? You sure?" Sarvan raised an eyebrow.


    "No worries. I''ll get it done." A half-smirk played at Virendra''s lips as he glanced back at Lance, giving him a mocking bow. "Please... lead the way, Commander."


    Lance stiffened. "Now? We just got¡ª"


    He cut himself off at Virendra''s unrelenting stare. Those eyes, sharp as daggers but cool as ice.


    Something in his gut twisted.


    "Understood, Major." The words came out low, resigned.


    "Take care, my friend." Sarvan''s lazy chuckle followed them. "I''ll be waiting for your return... with good news, of course."


    "Sure." Virendra''s dry response carried a hint of amusement.


    The heavy doors closed behind them with a muted thud. Outside, the serene expanse of the Maranagara Underwater City shimmered in the soft light¡ªan illusion of peace amidst the looming violence.


    Virendra, personally stepping in? Since when does he care about... Lance''s thoughts trailed off as he followed the Major''s purposeful stride.


    [Location: Hidden Village ¨C Abandoned Island ¨C Nusa Union ¨C Morning ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


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    As Drifter, Luna, and Alma made their way toward the village, they noticed the villagers in a hurried panic, carrying their belongings. They kept to the cliff''s edge, the ocean stretching below them. Down in the cove, mostly hidden from view, the villagers gathered around a large wooden ship, its sails billowing in the wind.


    Among them, Devita and Dheandita moved gracefully, using telekinesis to help with the heavy loads.


    The trio descended and approached.


    Devita, spotting them, turned with a relieved smile.


    ¡°Hey, you guys are back... Thank you... I... I appreciate it.¡± She paused, her gaze lingering on them briefly. ¡°I know I can trust you guys...¡±


    ¡°Sorry... some of us left. We thought it was better to split up for now. It just felt like the right move,¡± Luna said, her tone apologetic but resolute.


    Devita¡¯s eyes flicked to them, but only for a moment. Trust wasn¡¯t something she expected to be freely given. She knew it had to be earned over time¡ªand she hadn¡¯t yet proven herself. But she wasn¡¯t about to give up. Not now.


    ¡°What¡¯s the plan now?¡± Luna asked, her eyes shifting toward the ship.


    ¡°We¡¯ve decided to head for the resistance¡¯s main base,¡± Devita replied.


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    ¡°You mean by this thing?¡± Luna raised an eyebrow, her tone skeptical.


    ¡°It¡¯s our only option. But out on the water, we¡¯re sitting ducks. Vulnerable. Let¡¯s just hope they don¡¯t decide to strike while we¡¯re exposed,¡± Devita said, her voice tinged with concern.


    ¡°You¡¯re part of the resistance, aren¡¯t you?¡± Luna asked, eyeing Devita closely.


    ¡°I¡¯m not exactly one of their members, but... we share a few goals,¡± Devita said, her voice guarded.


    ¡°How¡¯s the resistance holding up?¡± Luna asked, her expression serious.


    ¡°It¡¯s... bad. They¡¯re on the brink of defeat. Na¡¯theva, their leader, got captured. Most of the key members, either dead or taken.¡± Devita paused, her voice heavy as she swallowed back the truth. ¡°The combat units stationed here? They¡¯re connected to the resistance, in their own way.¡±


    Dheandita remained silent, her focus steady as she continued to use telekinesis to move the villagers'' goods.


    ¡°Is there really no other way?¡± Alma asked, her voice filled with concern as she looked between Devita and Dheandita.


    ¡°Let¡¯s just hope they made it to the base safely. If we¡¯re lucky, they¡¯ll get there before the attack comes.¡±


    Devita shook her head, her voice firm with resolve. She turned to Alma, her expression softening slightly.


    ¡°And about Invitation to Yuvaka... don¡¯t worry. I made a promise. I¡¯m not backing down from it.¡±


    As the villagers continued their tasks, Devita, Alma, and Dheandita moved through the crowd, offering what little help they could. Drifter and Luna, however, stayed near the ship, keeping an eye on their surroundings.


    ¡°By the way, what¡¯s the resistance?¡± Drifter asked, glancing at Luna.


    ¡°I hear it¡¯s some kind of group fighting against the government,¡± Luna responded, her tone thoughtful.


    ¡°Unlike the separatists, some of them on the Arcane Network forum say they¡¯re fighting for civilian rights. The government officials, though, claim they¡¯re just separatists in disguise, threatening the nation¡¯s integrity.¡±


    ¡°I see¡­¡± Drifter nodded, his gaze still distant.


    ¡°By the way, even in my time, this stuff wasn¡¯t really used anymore.¡± Drifter said, a hint of amusement in his voice. ¡°Well... let''s make a miracle out of this.¡±


    ¡°Sure thing.¡± Luna gave him a faint smile.


    ¡°So, what did you used to do in the Order, Devita?¡± Alma asked, using her telekinesis to help carry a load of goods.


    Devita gave a short, dry laugh.


    ¡°To be honest, the Evocaier Order here was more like a side gig. You join, but there''s no real purpose to it. Most of the members? They were just... lazy. Didn''t care much about anything.¡± Her lips curled into a faint, self-aware smile, though her voice carried the weight of disappointment.


    She paused, her eyes drifting to the horizon for a moment.


    ¡°I thought joining the Order would give me a chance to do something good, protect people... but it turned out to be the same as everything else. Corruption, inefficiency. Just like the government.¡± Devita sighed, her voice darkening. ¡°It was all a fa?ade. In the end, it didn¡¯t matter.¡±


    ¡°I see... Do you regret it?¡± Alma asked softly, her tone quiet and reflective.


    ¡°Yeah, but what¡¯s the point of regret? It¡¯s in the past,¡± Devita said with a shrug, her voice hardened but resigned. ¡°As long as I stay true to my path, the affiliation doesn¡¯t matter.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re right,¡± Alma nodded slowly.


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    ¡°What about you, Alma? I¡¯m guessing you¡¯re a student, right? How¡¯s that going?¡± Devita asked, glancing at Alma with mild curiosity.


    ¡°Yeah... mostly missions, a bit of training, a few classes here and there. It¡¯s not much, but it keeps us busy,¡± Alma replied with a small shrug.


    ¡°If you ever have time, you should visit us. We¡¯d love to have you,¡± Alma said with a warm smile.


    ¡°Sure thing,¡± Devita replied with smile back.


    Alma glanced toward Dheandita, who stood apart from the group, still helping the villagers with their goods using her telekinesis. Her gaze was vacant, lost in thought. Alma could only stare, her heart aching for the girl, feeling powerless to do anything. There was only so much sympathy one could give.


    A man with shaggy blue hair and fin-like ears approached Drifter and Luna.


    ¡°Thank you for helping us...¡± the man said, offering his hand.


    Drifter glanced at him and accepted the offer.


    ¡°Anytime¡­ happy to help.¡± Drifter replied with a smile.


    Suddenly, Devita''s voice rang out as she came closer.


    ¡°Ah, that¡¯s Elijah. He¡¯s kind of the leader here... runs the combat unit and handles most things,¡± Devita explained.


    Luna and Drifter nodded in acknowledgment.


    Elijah politely nodded back.


    ¡°Yeah, we¡¯re thankful. I can see why they say the Order¡¯s so highly regarded¡±


    Drifter and Luna exchanged faint smiles as they started speaking with him. Meanwhile, Alma noticed two petite Capriae¡ªsheep-like humanoids with white fur. One of them was carrying the other on his back.


    ¡°Hold on, I can help,¡± Alma said, rushing toward them.


    ¡°Thanks, but... she doesn¡¯t want to be with anyone else,¡± the Capriae boy said, glancing over his shoulder.


    Alma looked at the girl on his back, noticing a wound on her leg.


    ¡°I see..... she¡¯s hurt. Hold on,¡± Alma said as she moved closer.


    Alma cast her Exalt healing spell, a pink circle enveloping the little girl. The pain on the girl¡¯s face gradually faded.


    ¡°Thanks, big sister... You''re awesome,¡± the boy said, grinning.


    ¡°Hehehe... Am I? By the way, what¡¯s your name?¡± Alma asked.


    ¡°I¡¯m Alba, and she¡¯s Dawn, my sister.¡± The boy said.


    ¡°Nice to meet you both... I¡¯m Alma,¡± she replied, smiling at them.


    The girl, walking slowly with her brother, both smiled back at Alma.


    ¡°Well... their parents are gone, but they¡¯re tough kids,¡± Devita said quietly, standing next to Alma.


    ¡°I see...¡± Alma muttered, Alma¡¯s gaze lingered on the siblings, a pang in her chest.


    The boy¡¯s smile reminded her of a time long past, of a pink haired girl, calling her big sister. The memory flickered, bittersweet, and she quickly looked away.


    Suddenly, Alma heard Drifter¡¯s voice.


    ¡°They¡¯re back,¡± Drifter called out, gazing at the sky. A large formation of alcheriders was approaching.


    Without hesitation, Drifter shot upward, heading toward the wooded area near the village.


    Luna, Alma, Elijah, and the combat units followed, while Devita and Dheandita rushed to evacuate the villagers.


    ¡°Here...¡± Devita used her telekinesis to pass hoods and face masks to Alma and Luna.


    ¡°Thanks, that will do,¡± Alma said.


    They grabbed them and quickly put them on.


    Alma and Luna took their positions, forming a battle formation alongside the village combat units, with Elijah standing beside them¡ªhis sapphire armor, sword, and shield already materialized.


    As Alma scanned the area, her eyes landed on another familiar face¡ªnow armed with a wind spear.


    ¡°Hey, Alba... You can actually fight?¡± Alma asked, raising an eyebrow, her tone edged with surprise.


    ¡°Uh... yeah,¡± Alba replied, hesitation in his voice.


    Alma studied his face for a moment, then smiled.


    ¡°Alright, let¡¯s give it our all,¡± Alma said, her smile determined.


    Their Alcherider landed smoothly, and the group quickly assembled behind Virendra, who now stood tall in a dark emerald armor. Beside him, Lance took his place, his azure helmet and armor gleaming in the light.


    ¡°Last time¡­ you surrounded them before you attacked?¡± Virendra asked, his gaze steely.


    ¡°Yeah. See those woods? Some of our boys got caught in an ambush before we could fully close the circle,¡± Lance replied, pointing toward the wooded area near the village.


    ¡°I see. Commander Lance, what do you think about letting me take command this time?¡± Virendra asked, a hint of challenge in his voice.


    ¡°Sure, Major. Be my guest.¡± Lance said with a shrug.


    He turned to his men, his voice cutting through the air.


    ¡°You wait here, Lance. Ambush them when they try to pull back. Cut off their escape route¡ªno mercy.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, yeah¡­ that will do¡­¡± Lance replied dismissively.


    Silent and swift, the armored figures moved into formation. At their head stood Virendra, his dark emerald armor gleaming beneath a flowing black cape, the matching helmet obscuring his face. Like a deadly arrow''s point, he led his men forward.


    Drifter watched them approach.


    They¡¯ve only brought a few men this time¡­ Drifter thought to himself.


    ¡°What do you think they¡¯re up to? This doesn¡¯t feel like Lance calling the shots,¡± Devita said over ARF coms.


    ¡°Could be a trap... This could just be bait. They¡¯re leaving themselves vulnerable¡ªwaiting for us to take the first move. Or worse¡ªthey could be preparing artillery golems,¡± Drifter replied over ARF.


    ¡°Just focus on stalling¡­ Make sure the ship gets out while we hold them off here,¡± Luna said over ARF.


    ¡°Got it,¡± Devita responded, her tone firm.


    As the enemy drew closer near the woods, Drifter moved first, launching a barrage of blue spectral swords in a deadly formation.


    However, Virendra swiftly materialized his Vajrastra, the five dark-gray metallic appendages whipping through the air, deflecting the spectral swords with bursts of wind at each strike. The attack was repelled, and the swords faded into nothing.


    ¡°Move forward. I¡¯ll handle this one,¡± Virendra commanded, his voice sharp and decisive, his gaze fixed on Drifter.


    Without another word, the armored figures pushed forward, leaving Drifter and Virendra locked in a rising tension.

 Chapter 33: Maelstrom

    [Location: Hidden Village ¨C Abandoned Island ¨C Nusa Union ¨C Morning ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    The armored figures reached the village entrance, triggering a chain of ice explosions as Luna¡¯s rune trap, Glacialis Burst, detonated beneath their feet, The ground hissed faintly before a piercing crack split the air.


    A thunderous boom followed, shaking the frost-laden earth as shards of ice erupted upward, slicing through the air like shattered glass.


    Alma flinched, clapping her hands over her ears as the freezing mist settled, leaving only jagged, lifeless fragments where the intruders once stood.


    From the distance, however, a volley of projectiles rained down on the village defenders. They raised their shields in unison, holding the line.


    Meanwhile, Luna and Alma unleashed a barrage of ice and fire spells, their attacks weaving together seamlessly with the efforts of the village defenders, forming a synchronized assault on the enemy''s frontline.


    At the same time, Dheandita and Devita worked frantically, evacuate the remaining villagers, urgency written across their faces as the chaos intensified.


    Drifter remained locked in combat with Virendra, his gaze flicking toward the enemy formation in the distance, where a figure clad in azure armor stood at the front. They hadn¡¯t moved an inch.


    Refocusing on his opponent, Drifter dissolved into a flurry of blue particles, reappearing in a blink as he slashed at Virendra with Exaltare. The dark gray blade struck one of Virendra¡¯s metallic tails, which quickly shifted into a defensive formation, deflecting the blow. In an instant, the appendages retaliated with a barrage of razor-sharp thrusts. Drifter twisted, dodging the onslaught by ducking low, countering with another swift strike.


    It was futile. Every strike Drifter made was met by Virendra¡¯s metallic tails, which shifted seamlessly to parry the attacks, retaliating with an unyielding flurry of thrusts.


    ¡°Never seen anyone fight like this¡­ This won¡¯t be easy,¡± Drifter thought, his gaze sharpening as he teleported once again, creating distance between himself and Virendra.


    As Drifter materialized three glowing blue sigils hovering in the air around him, he raised his left hand. In an instant, a volley of shimmering blue projectiles streaked through the air toward Virendra. The onslaught kicked up a cloud of dust, obscuring the view.


    When the dust settled, Virendra was no longer there.


    Suddenly, Virendra appeared above Drifter, descending with a crushing strike from his five Vajrastra metallic tails.


    Drifter narrowly dodged, but without warning, the tails erupted from the ground beneath him, launching a devastating ambush. His natural barrier flared a brilliant blue, absorbing the impact just in time.


    As Virendra''s metallic tails embedded into the ground, Drifter teleported behind him, his blade raised to strike.


    But in a seamless motion, one of the Vajrastra tails morphed into a massive trident, blocking the strike with a deafening clash that reverberated across the battlefield.


    The impact of the clash sent Drifter hurtling backward, crashing into a nearby tree. Before he could regain his footing, Virendra closed the distance, his trident, Vajrastra Trishula, poised to pierce straight through Drifter¡¯s heart.


    Reacting in a split second, Drifter¡¯s Spectral Swords materialized around him in a defensive formation, deflecting both the trident¡¯s strike and the relentless thrusts from Virendra¡¯s metallic tails.


    With a surge of power, Drifter unleashed a barrage of Exalt Edge. Arcing blue slashes tore through the air toward Virendra.


    Spinning his trident, Virendra deflected the first strike while his Vajrastra metallic tails blocked the rest in perfect sync, scattering bursts of light with each impact.


    While Virendra focused on fending off the relentless assault before him, Drifter¡¯s Spectral Swords moved silently through the trees.


    Without warning, they shifted into an attacking formation, striking at his exposed back. A surge of green energy flared as Virendra''s natural barrier activated, absorbing the blow.


    In an instant, he turned and deflected the remaining barrage of Spectral Swords, but Drifter teleported and appeared directly behind him.


    "Azure Tempest," Drifter murmured under his breath, his voice steady and calm.


    Drifter and his Spectral Swords blurred into afterimages, a storm of sapphire slashes streaking through the air as they closed in on Virendra. In a single, fluid motion, Virendra''s weapon shifted, morphing into dual Kris Blades.


    "Stormfang Dance," Virendra voice calm yet deadly.


    The forest erupted into a whirlwind of afterimages, as Drifter and Virendra danced through the air, their movements leaving trails of blue and green slashes.


    The clash of steel echoed through the woods, sparks flying as the blue and green flashes illuminated their surroundings.


    Trees fell one by one, trunks sliced cleanly through, while the ground became a patchwork of deep slash marks.


    As the assault ceased, Drifter¡¯s eyes widened, both of them panting heavily. Virendra, however, remained calm, his expression unreadable.


    At the village entrance, the armored Venators launched projectiles to cover the retreat of their frontline, which had been overwhelmed by the defenders. Luna¡¯s gaze flicked over them, suspicion gnawing at her.


    Retreat? Just like that? Something¡¯s off, Luna thought to herself.


    ¡°Elijah, we need to leave. Now,¡± Luna said, glancing at one of the defenders¡ªElijah, a Nereid man with shaggy blue hair.


    ¡°Now? But we¡¯re winning! We can thin their numbers, maybe even annihilate them so they can''t pursue us!¡± Elijah argued.


    ¡°That¡¯s exactly what they want you to think,¡± Luna replied. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but we need to get to the ship now. Let¡¯s move, Alma.¡± She grabbed Alma¡¯s arm, urgency in her voice.


    As Luna and Alma moved with hurried steps, their Exalt Barriers and Ice Shields protected them from the projectiles as they made their way toward the cove.


    As she tried to materialize another Exalt Barrier, Alma accidentally looked up at the sky, her eyes widening in shock.


    The green sigils¡ªonce vibrant and unmistakable¡ªnow flickered weakly, their glow fading into the vastness above.


    ¡°Everyone, look above! NOW!¡± Alma shouted.


    Luna looked up briefly, then quickly activated her Lumina core on her wrist.


    ¡°Drifter, retreat now! We¡¯ll be waiting for you on the ship,¡± Luna called via ARF comms.


    Elijah glanced at the sky.


    ¡°Men, fall back!¡± he shouted.


    Heavy footsteps filled the air around them as Alma and Luna ran, their breaths quick and shallow.


    In the woods, Drifter faced Virendra, who suddenly raised his arm. Green sigils swirled to life in his hand, their glow ominous.


    Drifter scanned the surroundings, his eyes narrowing as he noticed more sigils forming in the sky above.


    His jaw clenched, and with a surge of focus, he activated his Exalt Shift, vanishing in a blur of blue particles.


    ¡°Tempest Cage,¡± Virendra intoned, his voice low and commanding.


    Beneath the sigil, now fully formed, the air around the village grew heavy, and the ground trembled.


    In an instant, four green lights flared to life, encircling the village and forming a box-shaped barrier.


    Alma and Luna stood near the edge, but the others weren¡¯t so fortunate.


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    Alma¡¯s eyes locked onto Alba, his fists pounding desperately against the barrier, his face pale with terror. The other defenders followed suit, their frantic pounding echoing through the tense silence.


    ¡°Help!¡± Alba¡¯s voice cracked, raw with fear.


    Alma''s hands trembled at her sides, her heart hammering against her ribs. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead as she caught her lower lip between her teeth.


    But in the next breath, her fingers steadied, weaving through the air with deadly precision. She spun on her heel, unleashing a torrent of blazing fireballs that streaked toward the emerald barrier like angry comets.


    The explosion of magic rang out with a force that shook the ground, but the barrier remained unyielding.


    The defenders pressed on, their weapons clashing against the wall in a futile rhythm. Explosions rang out with each impact.


    Alma whirled around to find Alba''s wide eyes fixed on her, his bloodless knuckles slamming against the barrier. Raw, desperate screams tore from his throat as he beat against the translucent wall.


    Then, suddenly, a flash of a young girl with pink hair surfaced in her mind¡ªher expression lost in the dark forest, the flames licking the sky around them.


    One of the girls had run, abandoning the other to the fire, her figure swallowed by the smoke.


    ¡°I won¡¯t run!¡± Alma shouted, her voice fierce.


    Alma continued to launch a barrage of fireballs, but the barrier remained unyielding, impenetrable.


    Luna stood a few steps away, silent, her long black hair swaying with the shockwaves from Alma¡¯s fireballs slamming against the green barrier.


    Her gaze was distant, unblinking, as the chaos unfolded around her.


    Slowly, the air began to warp. A massive tornado began to take form within the confines of the barrier, vast and hungry, its swirling winds pulling at the very earth. The defenders, including Alba, were dragged toward its heart, their bodies trembling as the pull grew stronger.


    Alma¡¯s chest tightened as she saw Alba¡¯s face twist in sheer panic. His body was nearly weightless, pulled inexorably toward the center of the storm. The sound of his cries was swallowed by the deafening roar of the tornado.


    ¡°No...¡± Alma whispered, her breath catching in her throat.


    Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn¡¯t let them fall. Her hand clenched into a fist, nails digging into her palm as she watched helplessly.


    Luna, unmoving, barely seemed to notice the destruction as it swept across the village. She stared at the storm, her face unreadable.


    When the green barrier finally faded, all that remained was the quiet hum of devastation¡ªruin and wreckage scattered across the land.


    Alma took a step forward, but her movement faltered as she felt a gentle grip on her wrist. She turned, her gaze meeting Luna¡¯s, whose eyes were downcast, shadowed by a quiet sorrow.


    ¡°Don¡¯t... you already know...¡± Luna said softly.


    Alma bit her lip, then turned away and walked down to the cove with Luna beside her.


    There, Drifter, Devita, and Dheandita were already waiting near the ship.


    ¡°Where are the others?¡± Devita asked, her eyes wide.


    ¡°We''re the only ones left,¡± Luna replied.


    Devita gritted her teeth, turned away, and they began board the ship. The villager with the wind element used their power to create wind currents, guiding the ship through the water with their sail.


    On the ship, Drifter glanced at Luna and Alma. They sat together, shoulders hunched, staring blankly ahead, the air around them thick with silence.


    His hands tightened into fists, knuckles white as his jaw clenched.


    Back in the woods, the sound of heavy footsteps approached Virendra, but he calmly observed the space where Drifter had vanished.


    His shoulders tensed, then relaxed as pieces of the puzzle clicked into place. The calm mask of his face cracked for just a moment, revealing a glint of recognition in his eyes.


    ¡°Major, look! They¡¯re escaping with wooden ship...¡± Lance pointed to the distant sea.


    "Should we finish them off now?"


    "No. We¡¯ll catch the bigger fish. Gather everything from the village. We¡¯re done here." Virendra said as he turned his back toward his Alcherider.


    ¡°Huh? Alright then.¡± Lance raised an eyebrow.


    As the armored figures and Lance scoured the village, the corpses still lay scattered among the wreckage, but they ignored them. After a final sweep, they mounted their Alcheriders and rode off.


    [Location: Jaladri Ocean ¨C Noon ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    The wooden ship cut through the water, despite the lack of wind. Some villager aboard wove their hands through the air.


    The wind, their silent ally, stirred to life at their command, as though the very elements bent to their will.


    The villagers, their faces a mix of exhaustion and determination, some of them in tears, sat scattered across the ships.


    Alma sat beside Devita and Dheandita, her eyes scanning the horizon. Drifter and Luna were nearby, keeping their watch.


    "Something¡¯s not right..." Luna murmured.


    "If they¡¯ve been tracking us this whole time, the base... it¡¯s too risky."


    Hearing that, Devita sighed, her gaze distant. Her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but they remained closed. Then, she turned her attention to Drifter, her feline ears catching his voice.


    "They¡¯re probably using Enchanted Sight to track us. Anything the villagers left behind¡ªclothes, tools, even scraps¡ªthey¡¯ll be able to follow." said Drifter.


    "Enchanted Sight?" Dheandita asked, confusion in her voice.


    "It¡¯s an ability to track us by picking up faint traces of Evocyte energy left behind. They can find us sooner or later..." Drifter explained.


    "So... what now?" Devita asked, her tone laced with concern.


    "We lay low. Find an uninhabited island¡ªsomewhere out of sight. We¡¯ll hide there for twenty-four hours, long enough to throw off their trail. After that, they¡¯ll lose our scent." Drifter said with resolve.


    "But don¡¯t get too comfortable," he added. "If they realize we¡¯re not moving, not taking the bait¡ªthey¡¯ll come for us again."


    "We also need to hide the ship," Luna said, her voice firm. "If they find them, they''ll target them first. We can¡¯t afford to make that mistake."


    "Understood. We¡¯ll move quickly once we find a place. No room for error." Devita affirmed.


    Alma scanned the surroundings, the sound of constant crying piercing the air. Her gaze settled on Dawn, the Capriae girl, her heart aching as seeing the girl tremble with tears.


    Dawn¡¯s small frame shook with each sob, her eyes wide with disbelief, her body unable to stop its tremors.


    Alma hesitated for a moment, then slowly placed her hand on Dawn¡¯s trembling shoulder, a soft touch to offer some kind of comfort.


    ¡°¡­He¡¯s gone¡­¡± Dawn¡¯s voice cracked, her words barely a whisper. Her hands clutched at the air, as if trying to hold onto something that no longer existed.


    ¡°I¡­ I¡­¡± Dawn struggled to find the words, her face scrunched in pain, tears falling in silent rivers down her cheeks.


    Alma stood still, her gaze gentle. She closed her eyes briefly, a soft exhale escaping her lips.


    She parted her mouth, but the words didn¡¯t come, and then closed it again, repeating the motion. Finally, after a long moment, she whispered,


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­¡±


    Dheandita approached, her expression unreadable at first. Slowly, her face softened, mirroring the silent understanding that had settled in Alma¡¯s features.


    She said nothing, only moving closer, her presence steady, deliberate. A faint tremor ran through her fingers before she curled them into a fist at her side.


    As she gazed at Dawn for a long time, Dheandita¡¯s mind drifted to the underwater village¡ªthe soft glow of bioluminescence, laughter drifting with the current. Then the armored figures arrived.


    Dark emerald plating gleamed, sleek helmets hiding their faces. Weapons gleamed cold and unyielding. Without a word, they moved, seizing villagers and dragging them into the shadows, one by one.


    Her thoughts shifted to the mines¡ªendless hours using telekinesis to pry blue crystals from jagged walls. The weight of it sank deeper with each motion. But she could still feel the silver-haired man and the long-haired woman, their hands gentle on her shoulder, their eyes soft with silent comfort.


    The memory shifted again¡ªher legs burning as she ran. But when she glanced back, the man and woman had stopped. No fear. No struggle. Only calm.


    "You must live."


    Dheandita¡¯s breath hitched. The memory gripped her chest, squeezing the air from her lungs.


    ¡°Not again.¡±


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    In his high-rise office, Sarvan leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers against the polished edge of his desk. His gaze flicked to Lance, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips.


    ¡°Well, congrats, you two. Nice work out there.¡± He glanced at Lance, his tone laced with amusement. ¡°See, Lance? That¡¯s how it¡¯s done.¡±


    Lance only nodded, clenching his fist silently behind him.


    Sarvan raised an eyebrow, his expression turning a little less pleased.


    "Hmm. So why didn¡¯t you finish them off, Virendra?"


    "Just use Enchanted Sight to track them. It''s easy. If you want, you can capture or kill them now. But..." Virendra''s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "If they''re foolish enough, they''ll lead us straight to the Resistance''s main base."


    Sarvan''s eyes lit up, a mix of admiration and surprise flashing across his face.


    "Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Thanks, my friend."


    Virendra nodded slightly, already turning to leave, his voice flat.


    "No problem. I¡¯ll catch you later."


    Lance, his voice edging with impatience as he stood to follow Virendra, added, "If you¡¯ll excuse me..." He headed for the door, his tone dismissive but still polite.


    Sarvan glanced at the door as Virendra left, exhaling slowly as he pushed himself from his chair. His eyes lingered on the empty space where Virendra had stood, then flicked to the Lumina Core strapped to his wrist.


    With a swift motion, he activated the Lumina Core, his fingers brushing across the holographic interface.


    A brief pause as the connection was established, and then he keyed in the message.


    The mission had been a success. Sarvan¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly as he composed the report. Once the message was sent, he leaned back in his chair, content.


    Outside, Virendra strode through the narrow corridors of the underwater city tower, his footsteps silent on the polished floors. He paused at a large window, his gaze lingering on the vast expanse of ocean beyond. The soft glow of the city illuminated the deep blue waters, but his attention was fixed elsewhere, a thoughtful frown pulling at his features.


    A quiet chuckle escaped him, his eyes narrowing with interest. He activated his Lumina Core, and a holographic display flickered to life, revealing three identity cards.


    ¡°Garen Vexler, Jax Kade, and Drake Rosier... Interesting... very interesting.¡± His voice barely rose above a whisper.


    A smile curled at the corners of his lips, his fingers tapping the glass in steady rhythm. Thoughts unravelled in quiet calculation, each piece falling into place. The ocean swirled in hues beyond the window, but his focus remained sharp.


    He turned from the glass, the smile still lingering on his lips, eyes alight with anticipation.

 Chapter 34: Undercurrents

    [Location: Friedrich Suite ¨C Vanderlane Grand Hotel ¨C Maranagara City ¨C Noon ¨C 2 Days before Night of Sarjavah Festival - Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


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    The Friedrich Suite lay in silence, broken only by the distant murmur of ocean waves beyond the window. Seated at his desk, Friedrich watched as the Lumina Core on his wrist pulsed to life, casting a faint glow against his skin. His expression darkened the moment Alma¡¯s face flickered onto the screen. He spoke before she could, his voice steady yet taut, laced with an edge of unspoken concern.


    ¡°Alma... are you alright?¡± Friedrich asked, his tone low and sharp.


    His fingers drummed once against the desk¡ªa subtle gesture¡ªbut his eyes never left hers.


    ¡°I¡¯m fine, Dad... Don¡¯t worry. But the village... it¡¯s gone. Destroyed.¡± Alma''s voice was cheery, but the undercurrent of concern was unmistakable.


    ¡°Thats unfortunate¡­. I¡¯m glad you¡¯re okay. How¡¯s everything else?¡± Friedrich paused, relief washing over him, but there was still a sharp tension in his posture.


    "Everyone''s okay, but we''re laying low for now. Waiting for their enchanted sight to lose our trail.¡± Alma tried to sound optimistic, but the strain in her voice was clear.


    ¡°We¡¯ll likely head to the Resistance base later, Professor. What about you?¡± Luna''s voice was calm but serious.


    Friedrich¡¯s jaw tightened as he glanced away from the screen, fingers resting against his temple.


    ¡°Lance is out for now. Jaxon¡¯s working on setting up the meeting. Once it¡¯s locked in, I¡¯ll move fast. Catch him off guard.¡±


    ¡°I see¡­ Do you have a backup plan?¡± Luna¡¯s voice was quiet, deliberate.


    ¡°Sadly, nothing comes to mind... I just hope it works.¡± Friedrich replied, his tone laced with uncertainty.


    ¡°And you, Drifter? Anything to add?¡± he asked.


    Drifter¡¯s voice came in soft, almost distant, but there was a deep empathy in his tone. ¡°Nothing, Professor. Stay safe.¡±


    ¡°Take care, Dad. We¡¯ll be fine.¡± Alma smiled.


    ¡°Stay safe, all of you.¡± Friedrich¡¯s voice softened, almost a whisper.


    He ended the call, the quiet hum of his Lumina Core reverberating against his wrist, a subtle reminder of the task ahead. His gaze drifted to the city below, the sprawling metropolis bathed in the dim glow of streetlights.


    Damn it¡­ If Lance betrays us, then what? Ask help of Grandmaster Ragnar? Amisha?


    Alma, Drifter, Luna¡­ I just hope they¡¯re safe.


    Splitting up might¡¯ve been a mistake. Maybe I was a fool to think otherwise. His thoughts swirled, filled with doubt.


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    The sudden buzz of the Lumina Core shattered the stillness.


    Friedrich glanced down, tapping the device to open the message.


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    To: FRH


    He''s here¡­


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    His eyes lingered on the words, jaw tightening. A familiar fire ignited in his chest. There was no time to hesitate.


    He rushed out of his room, feet pounding against the floor. His pulse quickened, matching the rhythm of his strides. The city blurred past as he sprinted toward the nearest skyrail station.


    At last, he arrived at the Union Branch Evocaier Order HQ, its towering structure casting long shadows over the street. The guard at the entrance straightened the moment he approached.


    ¡°Please, show your identification,¡± said the man, his mustache twitching slightly.


    As Friedrich closed the distance, the man¡¯s expression shifted. His stance stiffened, and he instinctively took a step back, bowing slightly.


    ¡°My apologies, Commander Rosenthal. I didn¡¯t realize you were here.¡± The man¡¯s tone was respectful, though there was an edge of tension in it.


    Friedrich didn¡¯t flinch. His gaze remained steady, cold yet sharp with intent.


    ¡°I need to speak with Lance Vermonth. Immediately.¡± Friedrich''s voice was unwavering.


    The guard hesitated for a moment before nodding, his movements more deliberate now.


    ¡°Of course, Commander. Right this way.¡±


    Without another word, they moved swiftly through the leader private office of the Evocaier Order building. The cold air inside was a sharp contrast to the humid evening outside, but it did nothing to ease the tension that hung in the corridors. Their footsteps echoed off the polished marble floors, sharp and rhythmic. Friedrich¡¯s eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in every detail as they walked.


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    When they reached the office door, a woman in a neatly pressed suit stood waiting. Her short dark brown hair framed a tense expression, her gaze flickering nervously between the two men.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but Mr. Vermounth  is currently in a meeting with a guest. You¡¯ll need to wait.¡± she said, her voice tinged with unease.


    The man stiffened, his hand moving to the door, his tone sharpening.


    ¡°Tell the guest to leave. This is urgent!¡±


    ¡°No need. The guest is a friend of mine.¡± Friedrich said smoothly.


    The door creaked open, revealing Lance Vermonth¡¯s office. Inside, Lance stood behind his desk, leaning slightly on his palms, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, sizing up the situation. The room hummed with quiet tension, broken only by Jaxon¡¯s light-hearted chatter from the corner.


    As Friedrich entered, Lance¡¯s eyes widened briefly as he quickly straightened and rose from his chair.


    ¡°Commander Rosenthal. I wasn¡¯t expecting you... not under these circumstances. What brings you here?¡± Lance¡¯s tone carried a hint of unease as he nodded.


    Friedrich remained calm, offering a formal nod.


    ¡°Lance. Apologies. Jaxon was here under false pretenses.¡± He motioned briefly toward Jaxon, who awkwardly waved. ¡°But we¡¯re on a mission from Grandmaster Ragnar, and I¡¯d like to come clean about that.¡±


    ¡°A mission? Come clean, you say? And what exactly does that involve?¡± Lance''s eyes narrowed slightly.


    ¡°We¡¯ve been investigating a recent attack on our Academy. We tracked the perpetrators here.¡± Friedrich''s voice remained steady, unwavering.


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    Friedrich caught the brief clench of Lance¡¯s jaw before his fingers began tapping lightly on the desk.


    ¡°I see. Someone must have stolen something important from the Academy, then?¡± Lance said with a faint smile.


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    ¡°Yes. A dangerous artifact was stolen. We believe the Nusa Union government is involved.¡± Friedrich paused, his gaze unyielding.


    ¡°You¡¯ve been under pressure from them, haven¡¯t you?¡± His voice was low and deliberate.


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    The silence hung thick in the air, pressing down like an unseen weight. Friedrich watched as Lance''s fingers tightened on the edge of his desk, then went still. A muscle tensed in his jaw, and his breathing grew shallow. His eyes met Friedrich¡¯s for the briefest moment before flicking away, his unease plain in the rigid set of his shoulders.


    ¡°If you help us stop the mercenaries from delivering the cube to the Yuvaka Cruiseship, Grandmaster Ragnar will take note of your... cooperation. It could ease the pressure you¡¯re under from the government.¡± Friedrich said, his voice steady.


    Silence settled over the room once more, Lance¡¯s shoulders eased, his breath slipping out in a slow release. A flicker of a smile tugged at his lips


    ¡°I¡¯ll help... contact me if you need anything. But I¡¯m afraid I don¡¯t have the means to get you onto that ship just yet. Even I didn¡¯t receive an invitation. But I¡¯ll see what I can do.¡± Lance''s gaze dipped slightly, his words measured.


    ¡°Thank you. It won¡¯t go unnoticed.¡± Friedrich responded.


    As they turned to leave, hurried footsteps echoed down the hall. The door swung open once more, and two young boys, full of energy and joy, rushed inside. Their faces lit up when they saw Lance.


    ¡°Daddy! You¡¯re back!¡± said the boy with black hair.


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    Lance knelt, arms open wide to embrace the two boys, a smile spreading across his face.


    ¡°Did you beat the bad guys, Daddy?¡± asked the boy with brown hair.


    Lance paused, his gaze lingering on his children, something heavy flickering behind his eyes. Then, with a forced laugh, he nodded.


    ¡°Yeah¡­ we beat the bad guys.¡±


    Friedrich stood in the doorway, watching the boys¡¯ joyful faces. His breath hitched as a sharp ache tugged at his chest. Alma¡¯s laughter, once so familiar, echoed faintly in his mind¡ªher small arms outstretched, running toward him after every mission. That was a lifetime ago.


    Then, as he caught the look on Lance¡¯s face, a bitter thought settled in his mind.


    Maybe, deep down, he was just another man trapped in a system that was slowly suffocating him.


    Friedrich gave a polite nod to Lance, who returned it in silent understanding. Without another word, he turned to leave, Jaxon following close behind.


    As Friedrich and Jaxon reached the exit gate, Virendra was already waiting, leaning casually against the wall as though he¡¯d been expecting them. Friedrich¡¯s eyes flicked to him, sharp and calculating, then quickly back to the street, his senses on high alert. Virendra took a step forward, a faint grin curling at the corners of his lips.


    ¡°Good day, Garen Vexler... or should I call you... Commander Friedrich Rosenthal?¡± Virendra said with a hint of amusement.


    Friedrich''s steps faltered, a flicker of recognition sparking in his eyes. The name¡ªGaren Vexler¡ªstirred something deep in his chest, sending a ripple of alarm through him. His expression remained hard.


    Wait... no one knows about that name... He must be... his thoughts raced.


    Jaxon glanced between the two men, his brow furrowing.


    "Professor... he knows that name," Jaxon whispered.


    Friedrich nodded and met Virendra¡¯s gaze, his expression steady, unreadable.


    "So, it''s you... the voice from the bar."


    What do you want?" His fingers twitched at his side, though his stance remained firm.


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    ¡°Ah, a man of business,¡± Virendra mused, a sly smile curling at his lips. ¡°Straight to the point. No pleasantries. I can respect that.¡±


    His left hand rested on his chin, eyes glinting with amusement.


    ¡°Let¡¯s take this somewhere more¡­ private.¡±


    Friedrich''s mind raced as he noticed Virendra''s faint smile.


    That man must be the general¡¯s right-hand man¡­ If he tells the mercs to back off and change the deal, that could be a problem. But does he even know about the cube?


    "Uh... Should we really follow him?" Jaxon whispered, anxiety creeping into his voice.


    "No choice. We follow him," Friedrich stated firmly.


    "Alright. Guess we''re doing this," Jaxon muttered under his breath.


    "Smart move. This way," Virendra gestured with a subtle smirk.


    "Lead on."


    They were led to a nearby black alcherider with tinted windows. Virendra opened the back door, gesturing for Friedrich and Jaxon to enter with an elegant wave of his hand.


    "Sit down. Let''s get comfortable," Virendra instructed smoothly.


    Inside, a desk sat positioned before the vehicle¡¯s plush seating, an unusual addition for a mode of transport. As Friedrich and Jaxon settled in, Virendra stepped in through the side door, taking his place across from them. He eased into his chair with practiced ease, folding his hands atop the desk¡¯s surface.


    "Here we can talk," he announced, folding his hands on the desk''s surface.


    Friedrich and Jaxon exchanged an uneasy glance.


    "So, guests from the Evocaier Order, what brings you to the Nusa Union?" Virendra drawled, his tone deceptively casual.


    Friedrich remained silent, his gaze locked on Virendra as sweat beaded on his forehead.


    "I didn''t bother with disguises¡ªjust a small token of respect. I''d appreciate it if you''d trust me, just a little," Virendra mused, leaning back in his chair.


    He waited, letting the silence grow heavier.


    "By the way, I just read something interesting. The Verm Evocaier Academy was attacked recently¡ªfirst time in its history. Did something go missing? I''d bet on it." His words hung in the air like smoke.


    Friedrich and Jaxon remained silent, avoiding eye contact, their expressions unreadable.


    "I''ll take that as a yes," Virendra observed with a smile.


    "What do you want with us?" Friedrich finally broke, tension evident in his voice.


    "Well, as you can see, this country''s a bit... dirty, isn''t it?" Virendra answered, his voice silky smooth.


    "And how does that involve us? The Order doesn''t meddle in internal politics," Friedrich shot back.


    "True. But you''re after the one who stole your precious artifact, aren''t you? Forget about Lance. I''ve got more authority than him, and I already know you''ve been in contact with him," Virendra revealed, his eyes gleaming.


    "Enough. Just tell me what you want," Friedrich demanded through gritted teeth.


    "Well, not exactly ''what'' I want. More like... what I need you to do for me," Virendra purred.


    With a small flick of his wrist, the Lumina Core on Virendra''s arm whirred to life, projecting a holographic map of a complex geometric structure with detailed layout and an image of a Strigidae owl-like humanoid portrait.


    "This is Na''theva Irma, leader of the resistance. I want you to free her. The data I''m giving you includes all the security information you''ll need, along with a map of the facility. What you choose to do with it... well, that''s up to you," Virendra revealed, his tone dropping to something more serious.


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    As Friedrich studied him in silence, recognition stirred. He had seen Virendra¡¯s face before¡ªbroadcasted across the arcane network, often standing beside Maranagara¡¯s Chief Administrator, Sarvan Einar. The name surfaced in his mind, along with a distant memory of the headlines.


    Years ago, in the embattled Ibeshia Archipelago, where the tides of war crashed over its coveted Eterion reserves, a young Union officer had made his mark. While other officers fell for the Kingdom''s ploys, Virendra, with only a handful of troops, had led the Union to victory against the Serrahn Kingdom.


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    "You''re Virendra Parama, aren''t you? Why would someone in your position be doing this?" Friedrich asked, his voice tense.


    "Ah, you''ve done your homework. Smart," Virendra''s lips curved into a thin smile. "Nothing personal. You''ll come out of this with two things: one less useless person in the world, and maybe even that artifact of yours. If they''re planning to trade it at Yuvaka, that is."


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    Does the Grand Chancellor give the orders, or is he following his own agenda? Could he be the one behind the rumored serial murders? If he is¡­ that makes him dangerous, Friedrich thought.


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    Friedrich¡¯s thoughts raced. Only two days¡­


    His gaze flicked to Virendra, whose smile remained unwavering. That look¡ªcalm, assured¡ªbelonged to someone who had already placed every piece on the board. Someone with nothing to lose.


    A faint tremor ran through Friedrich¡¯s fingers. Alma. The mission. Doubt and unease gnawed at him, but Ragnar¡¯s words echoed in his mind. Failure was not an option.


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    The academy attack resurfaced¡ªlifeless students and instructors strewn across the bloodstained courtyard, their dying cries still echoing in his mind. Grief and trauma hollowed their eyes, a silence more haunting than screams. The stench of burnt stone clung to his memory.


    Next time, it wouldn¡¯t be just the academy. It would be all of Vesteria.


    Ragnar was right.


    "We''ll take the job. But I''m doing it today. We don''t have much time," Friedrich declared, his voice firm with resolution.


    "Excellent. Don''t worry about the equipment. It''s already prepared. Just contact me when you''re ready," Virendra remarked with practiced ease.


    They exited the alcherider, watching as it drove away into the busy street, leaving them standing amid the flow of other vehicles and pedestrians.


    "Great. So from farmer to merc, and now we''re doing criminal work? Even the mercenaries won''t touch a job like this," Jaxon muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration.


    "No choice, Jaxon. He already knows everything. If he intervenes, our whole plan''s dead in the water," Friedrich countered, his expression grim.


    "...You''re right," Jaxon conceded with a resigned sigh.


    "I''ll contact Hunter. We might need his help," Friedrich added, already active his lumina core in his wrist.


    "Well, the split might have backfired now... we can''t rely on Drifter, Luna, and Alma''s help," Jaxon observed, glancing nervously at the passing crowd.


    "They don''t need to know. It''s just the three of us on this one," Friedrich stated with finality.


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    Jaxon nodded, and a heavy silence settled between them. The weight of their decision pressed down like lead in their chests as they steeled themselves for the mission ahead.

 Chapter 35: Into Depth of Jaladri Ocean

    [Location: Jaladri Ocean ¨CNight ¨C 2 Days before Night of Sarjavah Festival - Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    Friedrich heard the hum of the Alcherider Abyselt¡¯s engines, a soft electric thrum that contrasted with the deep silence of the Jaladri Ocean.


    Through the transparent walls of the submersible, he watched the water grow darker as they descended, the vessel¡¯s oval frame slicing through the abyss. Only the faint glow of the Alcherider¡¯s lights pierced the gloom.


    At the helm, Jaxon gripped the controls with a steady hand, his face shadowed beneath his hood.


    Friedrich felt the tension creeping in. In his thoughts, he questioned Virendra¡¯s true motives.


    Beside him, Hunter sat motionless, his mechanical frame eerily still.


    "Thanks for joining us, Hunter," Friedrich murmured, glancing at their companion.


    "No problem, Commander. It''s what I do," Hunter replied, his mechanical voice echoing in the cramped space.


    He paused, then added, "Still... didn''t expect you to take a job like this. Sea route''s a risk."


    "There wasn''t much choice. The sea route offers us the best chance. They won''t expect us," Friedrich explained, his tone steady.


    "I figured. But Virendra... clean reputation and all. Never thought he''d be the one pulling strings like this," Hunter mused.


    "He''s dangerous, Hunter. We''re nothing but pawns to him," Friedrich warned grimly.


    Before Hunter could respond, the submersible shuddered violently, sending a jolt through their bodies. A deep rumble resonated from below, a terrifying sound that echoed through the very depths of the ocean.


    "Uh, guys... brace yourselves. That''s the Abyssal Leviathan. And it''s big," Jaxon called out, his voice tense.


    Without hesitation, Friedrich rose from his seat, grabbed a breathing mask, put it on, and headed to the sealed door, with Hunter following close behind.


    "You sure you''re good to go outside? Your body is mechanical, isn''t it?" Friedrich questioned.


    "Don''t worry. I''m waterproof," Hunter assured him, his mechanical voice carrying a hint of amusement.


    As the sealed door opened, Friedrich materialized his armor, mace, and greatshield, while Hunter summoned his weapon¡ªhis white cross sword, Vindex, crackling with purple lightning.


    When Friedrich looked into the abyssal darkness, a flicker of fear surfaced¡ª his gaze faltered.


    Again, Ragnar¡¯s words echoed in his mind.


    "Failure is not an option."


    His grip tightened on his mace and greatshield, his jaw clenching.


    They submerged into the depths, their natural barriers shielding them from the crushing pressure, though the water¡¯s weight made their movements slow and heavy.


    Friedrich cast Blessing of Light, a radiant aura enveloping both himself and Hunter, immediately lightening their bodies against the crushing depths around them.


    The water began to churn violently as the unmistakable shadow of the Abyssal Leviathan passed overhead.


    Its dark green serpentine form was covered in black jagged scales, and its sheer size caused a shift in the water pressure, sending them drifting.


    Then came the roar¡ªa deafening, primal sound that reverberated through the water, shaking the very bones of the submersible. Friedrich cursed under his breath.


    As the Leviathan drew closer, it opened its massive maw, lunging to devour Friedrich.


    He dodged the attack smoothly, countering with Light Bolt Barrage¡ªhis sigils flaring to life as concentrated bolts of light streaked toward the beast.


    The attacks seemed to have no effect, merely glancing off its armored hide.


    Hunter attempted to close the distance, his cross sword crackling with lightning as he struck, but his blade deflected harmlessly off the creature''s jagged scales. The impact sent him tumbling backward through the water.


    The creature''s jaws gaped wide once more, this time targeting Hunter. Friedrich reacted instantly, casting Guardian Ward¡ªa massive radiant shield materialized between Hunter and the beast''s mouth.


    The ward took the full force of the bite, buying time for Hunter to recover. His body transformed into purple lightning as he propelled himself away from the Leviathan. The Guardian Ward finally shattered under the pressure, dissolving into particles of golden light.


    From a safe distance, Hunter raised his left arm. A massive ball of purple lightning erupted from his palm, striking the Leviathan with devastating force.


    The energy spread across its body, destroying several jagged scales along its back. The beast''s roar of pain echoed through the depths.


    As the creature thrashed in agony, Friedrich unleashed Blade of Virtue, channeling light energy into Clariven.


    His mace transformed into a glowing blade of pure radiance. With a powerful swing, he carved through the Leviathan''s exposed flank where Hunter''s attack had destroyed its scales. Dark blood clouded the ocean waters around the wound.


    The Leviathan retaliated, releasing a powerful sonic pulse that shook the surrounding waters. The alcherider trembled violently while Hunter and Friedrich''s natural barriers flickered under the strain, the shockwave leaving them disoriented for a critical moment.


    In an instant, the water transformed into rapid whirlpools that targeted Hunter and Friedrich. Friedrich raised his greatshield in defense, but though the whirlpool clashed against his protection, he found himself trapped in its vortex. Regret hit him like a weight in his chest. He should have moved. He should have seen it coming.


    The Leviathan surged forward with terrifying speed, its massive jaws yawning wide, ready to swallow Friedrich whole.


    His heart pounded.


    Trapped in the vortex, he struggled, muscles burning as he fought to break free¡ªbut the water held him fast.


    "Overdrive initiated," Hunter''s mechanical voice intoned coldly.


    Vents along Hunter''s body suddenly opened, releasing streams of blue energy. A sharp hissing sound echoed through the water, followed by an explosion of electrical vibrations that rippled through the currents.


    His glowing blue eyes shifted to a fierce red as he moved with impossible speed, positioning himself between the trapped Friedrich and the approaching Leviathan. Hunter raised his cross sword, Vindex, its blade crackling with purple lightning.


    "Blitzurteil!" Hunter roared.


    A massive cross-shaped slash of lightning cut through the water, traveling directly into the Leviathan''s gaping maw. The attack carved a brutal ''+'' shaped wound inside the creature''s mouth, halting its advance. The beast''s agonized roar echoed through the depths.


    With precise movements, Hunter seized Friedrich and pulled him free from the whirlpool¡¯s grasp.


    Relief¡ªand gratitude¡ªflooded Friedrich.


    Hunter was more than just an informant. He was a reliable ally.


    Though he had only ever seen Hunter¡¯s mechanical face, the touch of his cold, metal hand against his own sparked something unexpected.


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    A faint smile crossed Friedrich¡¯s lips.


    The wounded Leviathan retreated, sinking into the abyss, its massive shadow vanishing into the murky depths¡ªonly to lunge upward moments later, jaws wide, aiming for Jaxon¡¯s Alcherider.


    Inside the cockpit, Jaxon gritted his teeth, hands tightening on the controls. Sweat dripped down his temple as he forced the Alcherider into a sudden burst of speed, narrowly evading the beast¡¯s snapping maw.


    Friedrich move to intercept but he seen A sudden surge of energy flashed through the water¡ªHunter transformed into a streak of purple lightning, cutting through the depths faster than the eye could follow.


    In the blink of an eye, he was upon the Leviathan, driving his Crossword into the exposed section where the jagged scales had been torn apart.


    As the Crossword embedded itself into the Leviathan''s body, Hunter was violently thrown back, but the blade remained lodged in the creature¡¯s flesh.


    Instantly, lightning surged from the sword, rippling through the water and coursing deep into the beast¡¯s massive frame. The ocean around them blazed with brilliant violet arcs, the energy crackling violently as the Leviathan thrashed in agony.


    Its movements grew increasingly erratic, each jolt of lightning paralyzing its colossal body.


    The water around them churned with raw energy as the charge intensified, the Leviathan writhing uncontrollably.


    Finally, the creature fell still, its massive body suspended in the dark waters. Slowly, it began to ascend, lifeless, drifting toward the faint light filtering from above.


    Hunter''s vent closed, and he lay motionless in the water. Friedrich approached him, lifting him carefully and bringing him back to the Alcherider as they opened the sealed door.


    "Great work out there, nice save," Friedrich said, carrying Hunter.


    "Just doing my job, Commander," Hunter replied, still being supported by Friedrich.


    As they entered the Alcherider, Jaxon turned toward them.


    "That was close... Thanks, Professor, Hunter," Jaxon said, breathing a sigh of relief.


    Friedrich smiled, nodding as he continued to carry Hunter before gently setting him down in one of the seats.


    "Are you alright?" Friedrich asked, his voice softer.


    "I¡¯m fine... just need to rest for a bit," Hunter replied, his voice a bit strained.


    The Alcherider Abyselt glided silently through the obsidian waters, continuing its journey toward the looming silhouette of the Underwater Prison¡ªa black monolith submerged in the abyss.


    "Well, we¡¯re here, folks." Jaxon said from the cockpit, his voice calm as he turned to face the others.


    His gaze lingered on Hunter, who remained seated, unmoving.


    "Professor, we can handle this with just the two of us. Let Hunter stay here..." Jaxon said, casually. "The security¡¯s light, and I¡¯ve already got the layout memorized."


    Friedrich glanced at Jaxon, then back at Hunter, still motionless.


    "Yeah... they won¡¯t expect us from this side. No one¡¯s crazy enough to face the sea monsters down here."


    Friedrich turned to Hunter. "Stay here. We¡¯ll be back in no time."


    "Understood, Commander," Hunter replied.


    Without another word, Jaxon and Friedrich slipped out of the Alcherider, the crushing pressure of the deep ocean pressing against them despite the protection of their barriers. Jaxon led the way as they descended toward the prison.


    Reaching the wall of the structure, Jaxon summoned a thin line of fire magic, slicing through the water vent with precise control. As it opened, they slipped inside, following the dark, narrow passageway, finally leaving the damp route behind.


    Light began to filter through, revealing the corridor ahead¡ªeerily quiet, no patrolling orbs or any sign of movement. Jaxon¡¯s gaze swept across the surroundings, his mind already tracing the layout of the Vestra system. Every detail etched itself into his memory, each step calculated, deliberate. They moved as one, silent and unseen, blending seamlessly into the shadows.


    At the intersection, Jaxon suddenly grabbed Friedrich¡¯s hand. Without hesitation, they transformed into fire, surging forward in a swift burst, maneuvering past a patrolling orb undetected. Within moments, they arrived at their destination¡ªa vast chamber lined with cells, each sealed behind a shimmering blue barrier.


    Stopping at Cell 713, Jaxon quickly keyed in a code provided by Virendra. With a faint click, the door unlocked without triggering an alarm.


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    Inside, a humanoid figure resembling an owl¡ªa female Strigidae¡ªturned toward them. She matched the image Virendra had shown them: Na¡¯theva Irma.


    Beside her stood a towering Ursidae, a humanoid figure resembling a bear. His white fur stood out sharply against the dim light, and his green eyes gleamed with caution.


    "Who¡ª?" Na''theva¡¯s voice betrayed surprise as she saw them and began to stand.


    "We need to move. Now. Trust us," Friedrich said firmly.


    Na''theva¡¯s gaze flickered to the Ursidae man.


    His lips twitched into a faint smile, and with a subtle nod, he stepped forward.


    Slowly, Na''theva exhaled, her fingers tightening around the edge of the door before she followed.


    With the door secured behind them, they moved quickly through the prison¡¯s corridors, carefully retracing their steps to avoid detection. At last, they emerged into the dark ocean, where the Alcherider awaited¡ªa glowing beacon in the abyss. As the hatch opened, they swam toward it, the weight of their mission settling heavily on their shoulders.


    Once inside, Na''theva let out a quiet breath. "I don¡¯t know who you are, but¡­ thank you for this."


    "You have our deepest thanks," the Ursidae man added.


    "Thank Virendra," Friedrich said. "He used us to get you out."


    Na''theva frowned, but said nothing.


    The Ursidae man frowned. "Virendra? That doesn¡¯t make sense. What could he gain from this?"


    Then, his eyes landed on Hunter. His expression shifted in surprise. "Hunter? Is that you? How cold can you get? It¡¯s been a while. Why didn¡¯t you say anything?"


    Hunter turned his head stiffly, his mechanical body whirring. "Oh, Agasthya¡­ Sorry¡­. I¡¯m glad you¡¯re alright."


    Agasthya gave a dry chuckle. "Well, always Hunter. I see nothing¡¯s changed."


    Friedrich cut in. "Where should we take you?"


    "Just outside the city shoreline. We¡¯ll take it from there. Once again, thank you," Na''theva said.


    "No problem. Take care," Friedrich replied.


    As the Alcherider ascended, the dark waters remained undisturbed. When they reached the shoreline, they waited. Soon, boats arrived, carrying hooded figures clad in black. Without another word, Na¡¯theva and Agasthya stepped aboard and vanished into the night.


    In the boat, Na¡¯theva turned to one of the hooded men beside her.


    "Who were they, really? Do we have any information on them?"


    The man paused before replying. "We¡¯re not certain, ma¡¯am. But according to Elijah¡¯s report, members of the Evocaier Order from Verm were involved in assisting them."


    Na¡¯theva¡¯s expression hardened. "From Verm?"


    She fell into silence, staring out at the endless black sea.


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    As the alcherider Abyselt made his way through the old harbor district near the hunters'' hideout, Friedrich and Jaxon rode the public skyrail to Maranagara Central District, finally returning to the Vanderlane Grand Hotel. Exhausted, they trudged forward, the first light of dawn painting the sky.


    Reaching their suite, Friedrich stopped and glanced over his shoulder at Jaxon.


    "Good work out there¡­ I didn¡¯t know you had some hidden talents." Friedrich¡¯s tone carried a hint of amusement before shifting to suspicion. Jaxon had been too good at moving unnoticed. "Have you done this kind of thing before?"


    Jaxon hesitated. "Well¡­ simulations, yeah. If I had free time, I¡¯d run them. I kinda like the thrill¡­ Guess it finally paid off."


    "I see." Friedrich offered a faint smile before turning away.


    In his thoughts, he reminded himself that there was no point in delving into someone''s personal life¡ªit could ruin the relationship. Right now, the mission was the priority.


    Then, he noticed Jaxon let out a small sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly.


    As They reached Jaxon¡¯s suite, Room 712. Jaxon gave a casual wave. "Night, Professor."


    Friedrich glanced at him, his smile lingering. "Yeah."


    He turned and entered his own suite at 714.


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    Sinking onto the sofa, he let out a tired sigh. The familiar hum of his Lumina Core activated, sending a soft, almost imperceptible vibration through his wrist. He groaned and lifted it to his face, reluctantly answering. The last thing he needed right now was another conversation with Virendra.


    ¡°What now?¡± His voice was sharp.


    ¡°Well, that was fast. Good job. As expected from the Evocaier Order.¡± Virendra¡¯s tone was calm, almost amused. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, no more jobs for you. I¡¯m a man of my word. If you need help, just ask.¡±


    This was their chance¡­ though it was a dangerous gamble. He had no choice but to ask¡ªhe was out of options.


    Friedrich''s brow furrowed. ¡°Can you get us to Yuvaka during the Night of Sarjavah Festival?¡±


    Virendra smirked. ¡°Easy. Consider it done. Mark my words.¡±


    ¡°Thank you. I hope you keep your promise,¡± Friedrich said, his voice edged with caution.


    ¡°Well then¡­ see you later.¡± Virendra said.


    The connection cut off before Friedrich could respond. He stared at the Lumina Core in his wrist for a moment.


    Well, at least one step was done¡­ now they had the invitations to the ships. Still, he wondered if Virendra would use them again or worse, if it was all part of a trap.


    But now, it was better to call them back.


    Without hesitation, he tapped the call icon on his Lumina Core, dialing Alma, Drifter, and Luna in quick succession. The rings stretched on, each unanswered call gnawing at his nerves. Slowly, cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.


    Then, just as tension began to coil in his chest, Lance Vermonth¡¯s name flashed across the screen.


    As he read Lance¡¯s message, his eyes widened, his heartbeat quickening. Without a second thought, he tapped the icon again, calling Alma, Drifter, and Luna in quick succession.


    But the rings only deepened the silence. Each unanswered call gnawed at him, his anxiety creeping higher with every passing second.


    Why... Don¡¯t tell me¡ª


    A cold spike of dread shot through him. He called Hunter and rushed for the door.


    "Hunter." His voice was sharp, commanding.


    A brief silence followed before a familiar, mechanical voice answered, its tone stoic. "Commander. How can I help?"


    "I¡¯m sorry, it¡¯s urgent. Can you prepare an Alcherider for me?" Friedrich asked, his tone clipped.


    "No worries. It¡¯ll be done." Hunter replied.


    The call ended, and Friedrich was already halfway to the door. His tired legs pushed forward, but the worry gnawing at his gut was far worse than any physical exhaustion.


    Dashing through the hotel corridors, he barely registered the world around him. The city was just waking, the early morning hum filling the streets as he pushed through the crowd.


    His mind raced, the faces of Alma, Drifter, and Luna flashing in his thoughts¡­ each second of delay stretching into an eternity.


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 Chapter 36: Frozen Song, Shattered Heart

    Dawn crept across the horizon, its tender rays barely caressing the morning''s crystalline chill. The ocean¡ªvast and infinite¡ªstretched before Dheandita as she perched upon the jagged rocks at the shoreline, her gaze lost in the tranquil waterscape. A melody emerged from her lips, sorrowful and ancient. "Neernidhi Lament," the song her mother had taught her, seemed to weave itself into the very fabric of the wind.


    I should be grateful, she thought, bitterness etching each word. I should be thankful for this second chance. But it''s hard... so hard.


    Her mother''s voice¡ªa tender lullaby whispered beneath moonlight''s gentle embrace¡ªechoed within her. Her fingers traced the pearl pendant, her mother''s final creation. As she wore it, memories flooded back of her underwater home, Varunalaya.


    She remembered the village¡¯s shell-like buildings, illuminated by sapphire lamps, and her mother¡¯s gentle hands combing her hair, accompanied by that soft smile she had always loved.


    At the village¡¯s public school, she had learned from teachers with graceful, squid-like forms about their isolated paradise, nestled at the edge of the Jaladri Ocean. Outside, adults tended the pearl gardens and food fields, while children her age played Treasure Hunt¡ªa game of searching for pearls or helping their parents work.


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    She could still recall her friends'' smiles and laughter¡ªthe little one, Maris; Barees with the loudest laugh; and Kusa, the girl who dreamed of one day reaching Maranagara.


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    They''d never had visitors. Never needed them. Until that day¡ªthe day the horde came. Black-armored figures with hidden faces descended upon their peaceful village. No one fought back; they couldn''t. Dheandita''s throat tightened as she remembered watching them take her mother, the village chief, first. Then, one by one, everyone else. Including her.


    A footstep crunched against the gravel behind her, gentle yet deliberate.


    "Such a beautiful song... Dhea," Devita murmured.


    "You should rest," Alma added. "I don''t think you slept last night."


    Dheandita remained transfixed by the water, She turned slowly towards them. "Thank you."


    Alma and Devita exchanged uncertain glances. Alma''s unspoken words died in her throat. With a sigh, she followed Devita''s retreating form.


    The wind cut like a cold blade as Dheandita''s gaze returned seaward. Unbidden, she began her mother''s lullaby. Frozen Aria, her magic crystallized the atmosphere. The sea responded, birthing delicate ice shards that spread like neural networks, each note weaving life into the crystalline surface. Slowly, her mother''s face materialized¡ªfrozen, distant, a spectral reflection through time.


    "Why do you cling to the past, Dheandita?" The spectral voice echoed from the ice.


    Her world condensed to that frozen image. "No... this isn''t... this isn''t real," she whispered.


    "You''re holding onto your grief, my love. Carrying our sacrifice like a chain. But please¡­ let it go. The ocean won''t heed your pleas if you can''t find calm within yourself."


    The words struck with her magic spiraled¡ªwild, uncontrolled. Guilt and pain erupted as jagged ice spikes, waves crashing violently against the shore, mirroring her internal tempest.


    I can''t... I can''t let go! I don''t know how!


    "Dheandita..." Luna''s voice was gentle.


    She turned to meet Luna''s piercing blue eyes¡ªthe same steady gaze that had saved her from the men in black suits. Luna sat beside her, a steadying presence. "There are some things we can''t change. Some things that stay with us," she murmured.


    Breath by breath, the storm within Dheandita receded. Magic ebbed, ice melting into soft, surrendering ripples.


    "I wish I could be like you, Luna¡­ strong, someone people can rely on..." she whispered.


    Luna''s eyes widened. She bit her lip, gaze averted. "That''s not true¡­ I''m¡­" Her voice faltered. "I''m not what you think I am."


    Footsteps interrupted them.


    "It''s been almost 24 hours... we need to move, now," Drifter said.


    Luna, unsurprised by the urgency, glanced at Dheandita. "Let''s go, Dheandita."


    Dheandita nodded, rising from her perch by the sea.


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    As Drifter, Luna and Dheandita neared the wooden ship, Drifter saw Alma sitting on a rock, Devita beside him, smiling.


    ¡°Well, good thing they lost track of us,¡± Devita said.


    Drifter simply nodded, but his mind raced. Why didn¡¯t they attack...? An uneasy feeling settled in his chest.


    As they finally boarded the wooden ship, it set sail with the help of the villagers, who possessed the power of the wind. The sea was calm, the breeze gentle¡ªa stark contrast to the tension Drifter felt.


    After sailing for a while, Drifter noticed the villagers beginning to relax, exchanging soft murmurs and cautious glances.


    Alma, Dheandita, and Devita sat together, the faint sound of their conversation lifting the tension in the air. There was a lightness in their voices, the kind that only comes from shared camaraderie, their banter flowing easily.


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    Dheandita sat slightly apart, her eyes scanning the horizon. Her presence was quieter now, but not detached. Something had shifted in her demeanor¡ªthere was a softness in the way she looked at her friends, something akin to acceptance.


    Drifter turned to his right and saw Luna, her gaze straight ahead, arms crossed, her long black hair billowing in the wind.


    Drifter''s unease still tightened in his chest, the tension thick in the air. His mind raced.


    Did Friedrich do something to them? I hope so¡­


    He glanced at the ocean, searching for a moment of calm.


    Suddenly, without warning, a violent tremor ripped through the sea beneath them. Drifter heard a loud crack echo from below, followed by the brutal sound of the ship splintering in two. His heart raced, and he gritted his teeth. Villagers were thrown into the air like ragdolls, their screams of panic swallowed by the crashing waves as chaos unfolded around them


    Drifter instantly grabbed a nearby support and reached out for Luna''s hand as she fell. With a swift motion, he teleported them to the top of the ship.


    ¡°Careful¡ªsomething¡¯s coming from below!¡± Luna¡¯s voice was sharp, her hand already materializing blue sigils in the air.


    At the top, Drifter saw Alma, Devita, and Dheandita below, already in the water. His eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the remnants of the ship slowly sinking and the scattered wooden debris.


    His gaze narrowed as he saw ripples in the water moving toward a male villager. Without hesitation, he teleported down, and his Exaltare, a dark gray sword, materialized in his hand. He swung it immediately as he landed, but the strike felt heavier than usual, weighed down by the water around him.


    Through the water, Drifter saw a pale-skinned woman with fin-like ears, silver-blue hair, and a crystalline harp. Her lower body was that of a fish, and a cruel smile spread across her face as she began to sing. Her voice sent a paralyzing chill through Drifter¡¯s body, and he found himself unable to move. His heart began to race faster


    Damn¡­ Nereid magic¡­ he thought to himself.


    Suddenly, Exalt Healing, a pink magic circle surrounded him, and Drifter immediately felt the weight lift from his body, allowing him to evade the attack.


    As he glanced nearby, he saw Dheandita¡¯s lower body transformed into that of a fish, allowing her to swim with remarkable speed. Alma and Devita moved more slowly beside her. With precision, Dheandita attacked, her harp releasing a volley of ice bolts toward the Nereid. Alma followed with her Exalt Missiles, the pink projectiles moving slowly but steadily. Devita attempted a kick, awkward and slow, but the Nereid easily evaded all their attacks.


    Suddenly, Drifter¡¯s eyes widened as blood began to fill the water. A gray, shark-like humanoid with black armor appeared, its sharp eyes gleaming with ferocity. Its greatsword, shaped like a fishbone, had already impaled the unmoving villager. But in an instant, the creature moved with startling speed, appearing directly in front of Drifter. With a swift swing of its greatsword, it unleashed a shockwave of dark energy.


    Instinctively, Drifter raised his Exaltare to parry the blow, but the strike''s force shattered his sword. His natural barrier and black armor broke as well, and a searing pain shot through him. Blood poured from the wound in his chest, blurring his vision.


    Stumbling and losing his balance, Drifter immediately raised his left hand, channeling Exalt Heal. A blue light emanated from his palm, closing the wound, but before he could recover, the shark-like humanoid cleaved its greatsword toward him again. This time, a pink, transparent barrier materialized just in time, deflecting the strike. In retaliation, pink missiles and ice bolts rained down on the sharkman, but it evaded them with ease.


    Drifter quickly reformed his Exaltare and black armor, though he hesitated to materialize his spectral swords¡ªhe knew they would be too slow to move effectively in the water.


    Suddenly, a volley of lightning projectiles shot up from the depths below. Drifter and the others managed to evade most of them, but some of the villagers weren¡¯t so lucky, some struck by the blasts and falling lifelessly into the water.


    The flash of lightning from the bowgun illuminated the figure for a brief moment before it vanished back into the depths. Drifter narrowed his eyes as he caught a glimpse of the attacker from below¡ªa humanoid creature, resembling a jellyfish, wielding a bowgun.


    Suddenly, a loud noise echoed from above. Drifter turned his head¡ª the ship had completely sunk.


    His eyes locked onto Luna, engaged in battle. Blue sigils hovered around her, launching ice lances and bolts toward a humanoid creature resembling a crustacean. It had a single large horn protruding from its forehead, its body covered in thick, red armor-like plating. Wielding twin crimson blades, the creature moved with terrifying precision, slashing and deflecting Luna¡¯s relentless barrage with ease.


    As the crustacean man closed in on Luna, Drifter teleported, intercepting the attack with a swift parry. Dheandita, Alma, and Devita followed, regrouping near Luna in formation.


    Across from them, the shark man and the nereid woman gathered around the crustacean man.


    Who are they¡­? The way they fight¡­ Drifter narrowed his eyes. Mercenaries, maybe.


    "What¡¯s this? A group of women?" the crustacean man mused, his gaze sliding over Luna, Dheandita, Alma, and Devita.


    He smirked. "She¡¯s the one? Not bad¡­ They¡¯re all quite my taste. Can I take them home, boss?" His eyes flicked toward the shark man.


    The shark man remained silent, his expression unreadable.


    "I¡¯ll take that as a yes." A grin spread across the crustacean man¡¯s face.


    In a blink, he was suddenly in front of Drifter. His eyes gleamed with killing intent.


    "Sorry, but I don¡¯t need a man."


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    Drifter''s blade clashed against the crustacean man''s weapons, each strike sending ripples through the murky depths. From Dheandita''s position, she could see his movements growing sluggish, the ocean''s weight betraying his surface-dweller nature. His blue barrier cracked under the relentless assault, pieces floating away like scattered starlight.


    Nearby, Luna and Alma faced their own desperate battle. The nereid woman''s ice spikes shattered against their combined ice shield and exalt barrier, but the sharkman''s dark greatsword cleaved through their defenses with frightening ease. Dheandita watched as their spells¡ªLuna''s frost nova and Alma''s fire tornado¡ªdissipated in the water like dying embers.


    Devita moved with deadly grace, her crystalline boot-blade cutting clean arcs through the water as she engaged the nereid woman. But even her practiced movements proved futile. The nereid woman dodged with fluid ease, turning Devita''s momentum against her. Ice explosions bloomed around her spinning form, testing the limits of her brown barrier.


    Horror gripped Dheandita''s heart as she witnessed the nereid woman cast ocean blessing on the sharkman. His already frightening speed doubled, becoming a blur of motion that culminated in Luna''s blood spreading through the water like crimson ink.


    "Ocean blessing¡­. " Her voice trembled.


    But silence answered. Ten times she intoned the sacred words, yet her magic lay dormant. Tears dissolved into the saltwater, indistinguishable from the ocean''s endless sorrow.


    The truth crashed against her like a merciless tide¡ªthey were lost. Again and again, she summoned her magic, the strings of her harp fraying. Around her, the water screamed. Lightning projectiles pierced through liquid darkness, their deadly dance impaling vulnerable bodies. Children''s cries echoed in the depths, a haunting chorus of despair that would haunt her dreams forever.


    Please... calm down, Dhea... you can...


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 Chapter 37: Frozen Song, Shattered Heart Part II

    Dheandita scanned her surroundings¡ªvillagers collapsed one by one, struck down by bolts of lightning.


    Luna lay wounded, her black shirt torn from the shark-man''s greatsword cleaving through it, while Alma desperately worked to heal her, tossing Luna¡¯s jacket aside. Devita held the line, fending off both the shark-man and the nereid woman, buying precious time for Alma to complete her spell. Not far off, Drifter clashed with the crustacean warrior, whose blade spun in a vicious underwater cyclone, pulling Drifter inch by inch closer to the deadly edge of his weapon.


    For a fleeting moment, Dheandita considered running¡ªleaving them behind and saving herself.


    But then, she bit her lip.


    Her gaze swept over them¡ªDevita, Luna, Alma, Drifter. Strangers who had risked their lives for her. Who fought, bled, and endured.


    Would it be right to abandon them? To let them slip away into the darkness?


    She drew a steadying breath, her fingers curling around the pearl pendant at her neck.


    Her mother¡¯s voice echoed softly in her mind, the ancient words of ocean magic.


    With a trembling breath, she inhaled slowly, her eyes closing as she felt the flow of the ocean''s energy within her. The anxiety slowly began to fade, though it lingered at the edges of her heart. Through the storm of doubt, she whispered, "Ocean¡¯s Blessing!"


    A radiant blue aura unfurled like waves at dawn, wrapping around Drifter, Luna, Alma, Devita¡ªand herself.


    Drifter immediately felt the change¡ªhe could breathe and his body suddenly lighter. He cast a quick glance toward Dheandita, her eyes bright with relief, and he smiled faintly.


    In an instant, he materialized a dozen spectral swords, each one infused with the blessing¡¯s power, and sent them hurtling toward the spinning crustacean warrior. The impact staggered the creature, halting his deadly vortex.


    "What the¡­ how?" the crustacean warrior stammered, his eyes widening in disbelief.


    Without hesitation, Drifter summoned three glowing sigils around him, raising his left hand.


    ¡°Exalt Storm.¡±


    Sigils unleashed a barrage of blue projectiles, raining down with relentless force. The crustacean warrior¡¯s green natural barrier flared with each impact, flickering, holding¡ªuntil it finally shattered. With a pained grunt, he collapsed.


    As Drifter teleported near the fallen crustacean warrior, his Exaltare, dark gray sword poised for the finishing blow, a sudden volley of thunder projectiles surged from below.


    Drifter swiftly evaded, parrying the incoming barrage with his sword while his spectral blades shifted into a defensive formation, intercepting the rest.


    Meanwhile, the nereid woman moved in, her hands glowing as she traced a blue sigil in the water. A magic circle flared to life around the crustacean warrior, mending his wounds.


    In an instant, the fallen crustacean warrior stirred, rising once more.


    ¡°Damn... Thanks, Niah,¡± the crustacean man muttered, his gaze briefly shifting to the nereid woman.


    ¡°You¡¯ll pay for that.¡± The crustacean warrior glared at Drifter, his voice thick with fury.


    The shark-man turned his gaze to Drifter, black sigils materializing around him. With a flick of his hand, he launched a swarm of spectral sharks, their jaws wide, ready to tear into him.


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    But suddenly, Dheandita¡¯s melodic voice and the sound of her harp echoed through the water, rising into a final note.


    Ocean¡¯s Aria.


    The shimmering bubbles around her pulsed before transforming into spectral fish, weaving through the water and intercepting the spectral sharks before they could reach Drifter.


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    At the same time, the crustacean warrior dissolved into green particles, materializing near Dheandita. His crimson blades lashed out toward her with deadly precision.


    Dheandita raised her arm in a panic, instinctively guarding against the strike. But before it could land, a crystalline blade kicked through the water, slamming into the crustacean warrior with incredible force, sending him hurtling backward.


    ¡°Now that¡¯s more like it!¡± Devita said, satisfied.


    Once again, a volley of thunder projectiles lit up the depths, surging toward them.


    Empowered by Ocean''s Blessing, Alma and Luna moved in a blur, diving downward. Two glowing orbs¡ªone pink, one blue¡ªilluminated the darkness. While their Exalt Barrier and Ice Shield effortlessly deflecting the incoming projectiles.


    ¡°There!¡± Luna shouted.


    Without hesitation, Luna and Alma unleashed a relentless barrage¡ªIce Bolt and Exalt Bolt¡ªsending ice projectiles and pink orbs hurtling toward the humanoid jellyfish lurking in the shadows.


    But just before impact, the jellyfish-man split into multiple copies.


    "An illusion?" Alma muttered.


    Luna''s expression hardened as she conjured a series of glowing blue sigils.


    "Glacialis Lanzaris."


    A storm of ice spears shot forward, piercing through the illusions. Only one figure managed to evade the attack.


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    Then, he split again. Alma quickly traced his movements, closing in as Luna unleashed another wave of attacks, clashing against the clones¡¯ lightning arrows. As her assault overwhelmed and struck down the illusions, one figure dodged at the last moment.


    In a flash, Alma vanished and reappeared behind the real jellyfish-man, a grin on her face.


    Fire magic swirled within the red sigil glowing in her hand, forming a blazing orb¡ªBlazing Burst¡ªwhich she detonated at point-blank range.


    ¡°Take that!¡±


    The jellyfish-man was engulfed in a fiery explosion, his body floating weakly upward through the water, drifting toward the surface.


    Hearing the explosion below, the shark-man briefly glanced downward before re-engaging in his fight with Devita and Drifter, his sharp teeth gritting in frustration. Beside him, the crustacean warrior struck again, his twin blades slicing toward Drifter.


    Devita and Drifter moved in perfect synchronization. Devita easily dodged every strike from the shark-man, her movements fluid as she countered with a series of rapid kicks. Meanwhile, Drifter focused on the crustacean warrior, his spectral swords and swift movements pressing the attack. The crustacean''s breath grew heavier, his movements slowing as the relentless barrage of spectral sword strikes and Exaltare forced him into a defensive stance.


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    Sensing his ally''s struggle, the shark-man lunged forward, his greatsword morphing into a massive skeletal shark, its jaws ready to devour Drifter. But before the attack could land, Devita instinctively kicked Drifter, sending him hurtling through the water, tumbling uncontrollably.


    ¡°Sorry... don¡¯t kill me for this,¡± Devita said.


    With their attention now focused on Devita, the shark-man and the crustacean warrior turned their blades toward her. She parried with the crystalline blade of her kick, narrowly evading their strikes as she danced above their blows.


    As Drifter recovered, Devita spared him a brief glance, feinting a kick to distract the crustacean warrior. The warrior, seizing the opening, unleashed a flurry of wind energy blades, sharp gusts slicing through the water and converging into a tornado aimed straight at Devita. At the same time, the shark-man¡¯s greatsword carved a deliberate arc, Its path was too precise to be reckless, too restrained to kill. But Devita evaded with fluid grace, spinning out of harm¡¯s way before delivering a powerful kick to the shark-man¡¯s side.


    Just as the crustacean warrior completed his strike, Drifter teleported behind him, With deadly precision, he unleashed a flurry of slashes across the warrior¡¯s back. Blood bloomed in the water, staining it red as the warrior staggered, gasping for breath. His movements slowed, and with a pained grunt, he retreated, clutching his bleeding wounds.


    At the same time, Dheandita engaged the nereid woman. Bolts of ice and sharp ice spikes collided between them, creating flashes of light in the dark waters.


    Then, Dheandita spotted an opening. With a swift move, she closed the distance and tackled the nereid woman. They spiraled deeper into the ocean, the fading light around them barely illuminating their struggle. As they sank further, Dheandita¡¯s voice rang out, thick with emotion.


    ¡°Why are you helping them? They enslaved us all!¡±


    The nereid woman gazed at her, sorrow flickering in her eyes, but she said nothing in return.


    Without warning, the nereid woman conjured sharp ice shards and hurled them toward Dheandita. With a quick roll, Dheandita evaded the attack, creating distance between them once more.


    ¡°Retreat!¡± The shark-man¡¯s voice echoed through the water, a command that sent the others into motion.


    The nereid woman swiftly moved toward the nearby jellyfish-man, who was drifting weakly. Her grip tightened as she began to pull him upward, followed closely by the shark-man and the crustacean warrior. Dheandita could only watch as they vanished into the depths, leaving her behind.


    Alma and Luna soon swam to her side, concern evident in their eyes.


    ¡°Well¡­ that was really awesome, you know... Nice save back there, Dhea!¡± Alma said, her voice warm, though tinged with worry. Luna only smiled at her, offering silent reassurance.


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    Dheandita nodded, her attention drifting back to the scene unfolding around them. The villagers lay motionless on the water¡¯s surface, many on the brink of death, some already gone. The ocean around them swirled with a haunting blend of blue and red¡ªseawater stained with blood.


    Together, Alma, Dheandita, and Drifter cast their healing magic, but for some, it was already too late.


    The unease that had been gnawing at Dheandita¡¯s gut deepened. The sight of so much blood in the ocean stirred something within her¡ªa memory that felt just beyond her reach.


    I hope it¡¯s just a folk tale... she thought.


    And then, she heard it.


    The water trembled once more. A deep rumble echoed through the ocean, a sound that sent a chill down her spine.


    Her voice rose, sharp with urgency. ¡°Everyone, retreat! NOW!¡±


    From the depths, a massive shadow emerged¡ªa terrifying presence that overshadowed everything in its path. The Deepmaw Leviathan surged toward them. Its grotesque form, a horrific fusion of shark and whale, was encrusted with jagged barnacles, while rows of serrated teeth gleamed ominously. The water churned violently as it advanced, a force of nature in motion.


    For a heartbeat, the group stood frozen, the calm they had fought so hard to reclaim shattering in an instant. Drifter, Alma, Luna, Devita, and Dheandita all felt the oppressive weight of impending doom. Their hearts pounded in their chests, the Leviathan¡¯s massive eyes locking onto them, a predatory gleam within them.


    Panic spread like wildfire among the villagers. They swam frantically, desperate to escape the terror rising from below.


    The Leviathan drew closer, its massive mouth yawning wide.


    ¡°Help¡­ please!¡± Dawn¡¯s voice cracked through the chaos, a desperate cry.


    Without hesitation, Drifter surged forward, unleashing Exalt Shift in quick succession as he blinked through the water. He reached Dawn just as the Leviathan''s jaws snapped shut, narrowly avoiding the deadly bite. With a swift motion, he reappeared with the group.


    ¡°Thank you,¡± Dawn whispered, her voice trembling with fear and gratitude.


    Drifter nodded with a faint smile, but his movements slowed. The effects of overusing his magic took their toll. His heart pounded, his breath came in heavy gasps. Dizziness struck, but he forced his eyes open. A trembling hand clutched his chest.


    Luna and Alma immediately tried to use their magic¡ªice projectiles and Exalt Missiles¡ªbut they proved useless against the massive beast, barely even scratching its hide.


    Luna wondered if she should use Glacialis Tempestus now, but the long casting time could be a problem. Her hand trembled ever so slightly as she maintained her composure.


    Dheandita surveyed the fearful, struggling faces of the villagers¡ªAlma, Luna, Devita, Drifter¡ªall exhausted as the Leviathan drew closer. There was no other choice.


    Her heartbeat quickened, the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her chest. She gripped her pearl pendant tightly, the cold metal searing against her skin.


    I¡¯m sorry, Mom... she whispered inwardly, the pain of the decision to run, to leave her mother behind, gnawing at her soul.


    She had chosen to save herself, leaving her mother and others to die during the revolt of forced laborers. lt She wondered if she had fought that day, would things have been different?


    And who¡¯s to blame? Her mind spiraled. Is it the government, for creating a world where such impossible choices were forced upon her? Or is it¡¯s her, for not being strong enough to stay and fight?


    But it didn¡¯t matter anymore. The past was gone, out of her reach, and all that remained was the present. The only thing she could do now was move forward¡ªno matter the cost.


    Dheandita came to a sudden stop, closing her eyes as her breath caught in her throat. Her voice, raw and filled with sorrow, rose in a haunting melody that echoed through the water. As she sang, her pearl pendant began to glow softly.


    What is she doing? Devita thought, glancing back at Dheandita, who had stopped swimming.


    "Don¡¯t tell me..." Alma''s eyes widened as she tried to move, but then she noticed something beside her.


    Luna, already moving quickly, tried to reach Dheandita. Drifter, too, attempted to move, but his breath was heavy and labored. His hand clutched his chest, trembling with the effort.


    As the final note of her melody echoed, Dheandita whispered, ¡°Tides of Eternity...¡±


    The temperature dropped sharply, and a haunting stillness spread through the water. The tides froze and split, as an immense wall of ice began to form, encasing the Deepmaw Leviathan in a thick, impenetrable shell. The monster let out a deafening roar, but its movements slowed, its once unstoppable charge stilled by the magic.


    Dheandita watched in stunned silence as the entire ocean around the Leviathan turned to ice. Schools of fish, once lively, now floated motionless, their forms frozen in time.


    Then, she coughed up blood, her skin turning ashen, veins of ice creeping up her limbs. The cold spread through her like fire, but the numbness was far worse. The world around her blurred, slipping away, as if she were drifting into another realm.


    The glowing pearl pendant faded, shattering into fragments around her neck. In that moment, she saw her mother¡¯s face, slowly fading away. Tears trickled down her face, mingling with the saltwater surrounding her.


    Goodbye, Mom¡­¡­ She tried to speak, but her voice failed her.


    The villagers, safe for the moment, murmured their thanks. Their breaths were shaky, but they were alive¡ªand for now, that was enough.


    Luna finally reached Dheandita, her heart sinking as she took in the girl''s condition. Gently, she took her arm, recoiling slightly at the coldness that seemed to seep from her skin.


    ¡°Don''t worry, Alma will help you. Let''s get you there,¡± Luna said, her voice soft but firm.


    Dheandita''s gaze lingered on Luna for a moment, her eyes distant, as though she were lost in a world far beyond the water¡¯s depths.


    Alma rushed to her side, eyes wide, breath unsteady. "Dhea, let me help..."


    Alma cast her Exalt healing magic, but the icy veins that had spread throughout Dheandita¡¯s body refused to relent. She cast again, her hands trembling with the effort, but it was in vain. Tears welled in Alma¡¯s eyes, helplessness washing over her.


    ¡°Alma... Please, stop...¡± Luna whispered, her voice barely audible as she placed a gentle hand on Alma¡¯s shoulder.


    Reluctantly, they turned and began to move, supporting Dheandita as they made their way toward the others.


    When they reached Devita and Drifter, Devita gave Dheandita a nod. ¡°Great work, Dhea. Using magic like that¡­ That was amazing. I didn¡¯t know you could do that.¡± Her voice carried a hint of admiration.


    But as her gaze fell on the girl¡¯s condition, her expression faltered.


    The brief smile faded, and sorrow replaced it, filling her eyes with an undeniable heaviness.


    Drifter gaze fixed on Dheandita. His fist tightened at his side. With a soft sigh, he turned away, moving silently alongside the group, each stroke in the water heavy with unspoken words.

 Chapter 38: The Drowning Hour

    [???? ¨C Nusa Union ¨C Afternoon -  1 Days before Night of Sarjavah Festival - 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    Drifter swam slowly behind the group, watching the weight of sorrow visible on everyone''s faces. Ahead, Devita remained unwavering at the front of the formation. A low hum suddenly reached his ears¡ªthe distinct sound of a machine above them.


    His combat instincts flared instantly. His gaze locked onto the source, senses sharpening. Without hesitation, he surged toward the surface, only to pause as Devita raised a commanding hand. Her sharp eyes lingered on him, softer than he''d seen before.


    "No... let me," she said, seeming to sense his exhaustion.


    Drifter ignored her concern. Both of them ascended together. As they broke through the water''s surface, a familiar sight loomed above¡ªa large, rectangular vehicle floating over the waves. The Evocaier Order Transport Golem. It was a dark gray ATV-032 Bellator, its surface proudly emblazoned with the lotus-winged insignia of the Evocaier Order, hovering steadily in place. The side doors swung open with a mechanical hiss.


    A man stood at the doorway, his appearance striking with a mustache, beard, and messy undercut. His dark gray hair was tousled by the sea breeze as he looked down at them and shouted, "Take it easy... help''s here. Get in!"


    Drifter didn''t recognize the man''s face, which only heightened his wariness. His mind raced: Union Branch of Order... a trap? Or did Friedrich actually succeed? The possibilities swirled in his thoughts as suspicion rose within him.


    Devita stayed silent beside him, then whispered with urgency, "Hey... that guy can''t be trusted. Let''s turn back and go."


    "Well, it''s good we found you, Devita," the man said, his eyes fixing on her. "Commander Friedrich sent me to help you all." After a pause, he added with a shrug, "Well, are you in or not? I''m not forcing anyone. If you''re not interested, I''ll head back. No loss to me."


    Drifter exhaled sharply as Dheandita''s pale face flashed in his mind. They were running out of time¡ªhe knew it, and the weight of that knowledge pressed heavily upon him. "Thank you, sir. We appreciate it," he said, pushing aside his doubts.


    "What? He''s the one who attacked us before! It''s a trap!" Devita snapped, her voice tight with tension.


    Drifter turned to her, his gaze hardening. "Listen... our commander might be making a deal with him. Trap or not... do you really think they''ll make it in their condition?"


    "Well, at least someone''s being smart, unlike her... Come on," the man shrugged.


    Devita lowered her head in silence, conflict clear on her face, before finally speaking, "Fine... but don''t say I didn''t warn you if this turns out to be a trap."


    As the villagers boarded the Transport Golem, Drifter, Luna, Alma, and Devita rushed into the medical bay. Drifter''s heart clenched at the sight of Dheandita lying motionless in a capsule, her skin deathly pale. Though his wet clothes clung uncomfortably to his skin and he shivered from the cold, his gaze never left her fragile form, all physical discomfort forgotten in his concern for her state.


    The medical capsule hummed with power as Dheandita''s body was surrounded by a soft glow¡ªwhite evocyte energy working to stabilize her condition while Alma manipulated the machine, assisted by the automatons. Gradually, the tension in Luna, Alma, Drifter, and Devita''s faces began to fade as they watched the cold grip on Dheandita''s veins loosen. Her condition finally steadied, bringing collective relief to the group.


    When Drifter, Luna, and Devita stepped out of the medical room, they found Lance waiting in the hangar, surrounded by murmuring villagers. Fear and exhaustion weighed heavily on their faces, their soaked clothes clinging to their bodies like second skins. Several Order members moved quickly through the crowd, distributing fresh clothes and towels to the refugees.


    A woman with striking orange hair approached, handing Drifter a set of new clothes and a towel. "Here," she said simply.


    "Thanks," Drifter replied, his eyes briefly meeting hers. He recognized her as a receptionist from the Union Evocaier Order branch HQ, someone he''d encountered before. She moved on efficiently, distributing garments to Devita and Luna nearby.


    "Sir... where are you taking us?" Drifter asked, glancing at Lance.


    Lance gestured toward a pile of equipment on the deck. "Those villagers... for now, they can''t return to the city. There''s a small island where they can hide for a while. See that cluster of survival gear on the deck? Food, tents, supplies... everything they need. The villagers can live there for a while and get back on their feet."


    In the hangar, murmurs of unease rippled through the villagers. Drifter watched as Dawn clutched her bag tightly, the weight of uncertainty hanging heavy in the air around them all.


    The Transport Golem finally began its descent, engines humming softly as it touched down on the tropical island. White sand stretched before them, with lush forest surrounding the landing zone, creating an idyllic yet somber backdrop. The Order members immediately began setting up camp for the villagers near a grassy area by the beach.


    Using their telekinesis, Drifter and Luna assisted the villagers, though he could sense their suspicion as they set up camp, eyes darting warily toward the Order members. Meanwhile, Lance and his people established their own camp on the opposite side. As Lance used his telekinesis to move supplies, Devita approached to offer her assistance.


    "It''s unbelievable. You... helping people like this?" Devita remarked, her tone thick with disbelief.


    Lance didn''t look up from his task. "Say what you want, Devita. I don''t care. I''m just doing my job."


    Devita gave a faint smile and continued helping. The sound of heavy breathing drew her attention, and she turned to find Alma and Dheandita approaching. Alma trembled slightly, while Dheandita moved slowly, still weak but determined.


    Devita''s eyes widened with concern. "You''re alright, Dhea?"


    "I''m fine¡­" Dheandita''s voice came out low and rough, but she managed a faint smile. The ice veins in her skin were still visible, though less pronounced than before.


    "Well, I told her to rest, but she insisted on coming." Alma''s voice was strained, her clothes still damp as she spoke. Her hands trembled visibly, though she maintained a smile that only increased Devita''s worry.


    "Alma, you too... At least change your clothes. You might get sick," Devita said, concern evident in her tone.


    Alma''s smile remained soft, though her breathing was still labored. "Maybe later."


    Devita''s expression darkened with worry. "You sure? You look worse than Dhea."


    Lance studied Alma for a moment before speaking. "So, you''re Commander Rosenthal''s daughter, huh?"


    Alma raised an eyebrow, struggling to steady her breath. "Oh, did my father send you?"


    "Yes and no... I informed him about the ambush," Lance replied with a casual shrug.


    Alma frowned, sensing something amiss. "That''s strange¡­ My father never warned me about it." She glanced down at her wrist where her Lumina Core was embedded and activated the Arcane Network. A female synthetic voice responded: "Apologies, the database is currently inaccessible."


    "Oh yeah¡­ they must be jamming the signal around here. My bad," Lance apologized, his tone suspiciously casual.


    Alma''s expression darkened with realization. Luna had warned them not to use their Arcane Network on the Lumina Cores to avoid leaving a trace. The precaution had backfired¡ªthey hadn''t known if the signal was jammed since the icon still showed full bars.


    Suddenly, Alma clutched her temples, her face contorting in pain. Before anyone could react, she collapsed.


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    "Alma!" Devita''s panic-stricken cry rang out as she rushed to catch her falling friend. Lance and Dheandita quickly joined her, their faces etched with worry.


    Lance supported Alma''s limp form as Devita''s hands glowed faintly with her magic. "We need to get her back into the golem, now."


    "I''ll help," Dheandita nodded, her face tight with concern.


    Together, the three of them managed to get Alma back into the golem. With no other mages available and Alma''s condition worsening, Drifter volunteered to help despite his uncertainty. His medical knowledge was rusty¡ªit had been a long time since Paxluma fell¡ªbut he remembered Alma and Nadia''s lessons on operating the medical capsule from their academy days. His hands shook slightly, but moved with practiced motions as he adjusted the controls, sweat beading on his brow.


    Finally, through the combined efforts of the medical automatons and the treatment from the medical capsule, Alma''s condition stabilized. As dusk settled over the camp, her eyes finally fluttered open.


    "You''re awake," Drifter said softly, relief evident in his voice.


    Alma managed a weak smile, her breath still unsteady. "Uh, what happened? Well..."


    Around her, Luna, Dheandita, and Devita''s faces all broke into relieved smiles, the tension finally beginning to ease from their feature


    The camp settled into a heavy silence as the group prepared for their departure. Drifter, Luna, Dheandita, Devita, and Alma made their way toward the waiting golem, while villagers gathered at the shore, their faces etched with a mixture of sorrow and gratitude. Some bowed their heads in reverence, while others clasped their hands in silent thanks. Soft whispers of blessings drifted through the air, carried on trembling voices.


    Dawn''s gaze lingered on Alma and Drifter, shifting between them with the weight of loss clear in her quiet sorrow. They returned her look with soft nods, their eyes heavy with unspoken understanding. Each member of the group acknowledged the farewell with brief nods or tight smiles, but Devita lingered, her gaze fixed on the villagers. She turned slowly, letting the weight of the moment settle around her.


    "Take care," she said, her voice tight as she offered a final nod.


    As the golem''s doors sealed shut, its mechanisms hummed to life, lifting them away from the island. Devita''s attention shifted to Alma, Luna, and Drifter standing beside her.


    "Well... you all remember the promise, right? Once we''re in the city, I''ll... introduce you to them. I''m sure they''ll extend an invitation to Yuvaka," Devita said, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.


    The others responded with simple nods, but Lance''s smile behind them carried a knowing edge.


    "Of course... She can. One of the chancellors is her father."


    "What?" Alma''s pink eyes widened in shock.


    Dheandita''s stunned gaze followed, though she remained silent. Drifter and Luna processed the revelation quietly, their expressions carefully neutral. Devita''s fingers tightened around the edge of her sleeve, nails digging into the fabric as she lowered her gaze.


    "Sorry, everyone... It''s true," Devita murmured, avoiding their eyes.


    "Not only that..." Lance added with a grin, "her mother runs Fortis Dynamics, the number one Eterion processing company in the Union. This troublemaker rich kid''s always giving me a headache."


    Devita glanced briefly at Lance, her mouth parting as if to speak, but she pressed her lips into a thin line and looked down instead. The revelation hit Dheandita like a physical blow, her face going pale with shock. These were the people responsible for her family''s death. Her gaze turned fierce and hurt as she looked at Devita.


    "Why did you help us?" The words came out rough and low.


    Devita''s throat tightened as she met Dheandita''s gaze. "I''m sorry, Dhea..." her voice trembled. "My family... they caused your pain. I can''t fix it, I don''t even know if I ever can... But..." She paused, fierce resolve building in her eyes. "But I swear, one day, I''ll end the forced labor. I promise."


    Lance laughed from behind her. "Yeah, good luck with that," he said with a smirk.


    Devita didn''t flinch. Her jaw tightened, but her posture remained steady, her gaze unwavering. Dheandita watched in silence, her thoughts churning. This was Devita¡ªthe one who had protected her. Despite knowing her parents were to blame, Devita had made her own choice.


    A tightness settled in Dheandita''s chest as she turned away, avoiding Devita''s gaze. "It''s alright, Devita. It''s not your fault... Thank you for everything."


    Their eyes met, and Devita nodded slowly, her expression heavy with regret. "Thank you, Dhea," she whispered.


    Devita could feel the shift in their dynamic, the distance that had grown between them. Was Dheandita seeing her as an enemy now? She couldn''t tell. Yet somehow, the weight that had clung to her for so long finally felt a little lighter.


    "Well, Devita, you''re always full of surprises..." Alma teased, slapping her shoulder.


    Devita met her gaze with a quiet smile. Drifter and Luna exchanged faint smiles of their own, watching the moment unfold.


    The sky transformed from dusk to night as they arrived in Maranagara City. The golem glided down into the underground parking of the Union Branch Evocaier Order HQ. After brief nods of thanks to Lance and the others, Drifter, Luna, and Alma made their way to the public skyrail.


    "Are you sure you want to come with us, Dheandita? You could stay with the others," Luna said, glancing at her companion.


    Dheandita fell silent, her gaze directed downward as she walked. Her voice, hoarse and raspy from the damage to her vocal cords, barely rose above a whisper. "To be honest... I don''t know where to go... I don''t have a home anymore. Should I keep running... just keep running? I don''t know... But being with you all... I don''t know how to say it... I feel... even though we''ve only known each other for days... something inside me tells me I can trust you. Please... you''ve all already helped me so much... now let me help you in return."


    "Well said," Alma responded with a grin. "I think you could be the next Grand Chancellor with a speech like that."


    Luna''s smile warmed as she looked at Dheandita. Drifter watched quietly, his expression darkening. She reminded him of his younger self¡ªlost and desperate. After the Cataclysmaris attack on Paxluma, he had wandered aimlessly, unsure of his path. Taking back the city had been his greatest wish, but back then, the Evocaier Order hadn''t yet formed. He had no idea how to make it happen.


    He had drifted across the land, joining volunteer forces, only to witness endless death. It had all seemed futile. Now, Paxluma was lost to the void, and he found himself trapped in an unfamiliar future. Yet, as he watched Luna and Alma, a strange feeling settled in his chest. A memory stirred¡ªdays spent at the academy, unfamiliar yet strangely comforting, like the good old days in Paxluma. Finally, he couldn''t help but smile.


    The public skyrail carried them to Vanderlane Grand Hotel, their tired steps leading them to the Friedrich Suite. They paused before heading to their individual rooms.


    "We''re back! Did you miss us?" Alma called, her voice full of forced energy.


    "Welcome back... everyone," Jaxon replied, his tone carrying a hint of gladness despite his tense expression. He paused, his gaze lingering on Dheandita as she walked nervously behind the others.


    "Well, she''ll be with us for a while..." Luna remarked.


    Jaxon only nodded in response. Alma''s smile faltered as she noticed his unease.


    "Jaxon... where''s my dad?" she asked, concern rising in her voice.


    "I see he didn''t contact you either... I''m sorry, Alma. After the mission, I must''ve passed out. When I woke up, he was gone. I tried reaching him, but..."


    Alma''s heart raced, panic settling in as she remembered that Lance had helped them because of her father. But now he was gone? How was that possible?


    "He contacted Lance for the extraction. He''s probably fine, just... delayed. We should contact Hunter; he might know more," Luna suggested, her voice steady.


    Drifter, already attuned to his Lumina Core on his wrist, initiated contact. A familiar mechanical face and voice soon flickered onto the holographic screen.


    "Drifter, how can I assist you?" Hunter''s mechanical voice filled the room.


    "Hunter, do you know what happened to the professor? Any word from him?" Drifter asked, his tone even despite the trace of worry.


    "Yes. Early this morning, the commander reached out to prepare the Alcherider. He seemed urgent, worried."


    "Did he tell you where he was going?"


    "I wanted to go with him, but he told me to rest... Said he was going to help and that someone else was already on the way," Hunter explained.


    Drifter''s brow furrowed slightly as he processed the information. "Thanks, Hunter. We''ll manage from here." He ended the connection, his mind racing with possibilities.


    "I''ll try calling him again," Alma said, her voice thick with worry. She tapped a few commands into her Lumina Core, but the silence that followed was unnerving.


    "Jaxon, tell me what happened before," Luna urged.


    Jaxon took a deep breath. "Well... we actually met Lance, and the professor persuaded him to side with us. He agreed. But back then... we met someone. Virendra. Most likely, he''s the one who ordered the destruction of the village... the voice we heard at the bar."


    Luna and Drifter''s expressions hardened as they processed this information.


    "He threatened us... made us do his bidding. That''s when the professor, Hunter, and I did a prison break underwater. We freed the resistance leader from prison. After we succeeded and came back... I went to sleep. But after that... when I contacted the professor, he didn''t answer."


    "Does anyone have Lance''s contact?" Drifter asked, his voice steady but his eyes sharp.


    The room fell silent, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning.


    "I''m going to ask him now... I''ll head to his HQ or his house... You all just rest," Jaxon said, turning toward the door.


    "Let me come," Alma said quickly.


    "You all need rest. If he comes back here, it''ll be worse if you''re gone," Jaxon replied, concern evident in his voice.


    Dheandita glanced at Alma, whose cheerful smile had faded. The girl who usually offered comfort now stood in silence, fists clenched, unease radiating from her. Dheandita hesitated, the words catching in her throat.


    "Be careful, Jaxon..." Drifter warned, his gaze serious.


    "Yeah... don''t worry about me," Jaxon said with a nod and a casual wave before leaving the room.


    "Ever heard of this Virendra guy?" Drifter asked Luna.


    "No... but let''s check the database. Might turn up something," Luna said, tapping into the Arcane Network on her Lumina Core.


    Alma stood still for a moment before murmuring to herself, "I hope you''re okay, Dad."

 Chapter 39: Unyielding Waves

    [Location: Maranagara City ¨C Evening ¨C 1 Days before Night of Sarjavah Festival - Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    The night air hung heavy over Maranagara City''s Central District as Jaxon finally emerged from the Union Branch Order HQ, the address of Lance''s home¡ªOrchard Residence¡ªnow secured in his possession. The streets were eerily quiet, devoid of pedestrians, though massive billboards continued their relentless dance of light, advertising the upcoming Sarjavah Festival with Images of women in swimsuits promoting various products. He walked alone, but the hum of alcheriders overhead filled the street, their presence adding a subtle liveliness to the otherwise calm atmosphere.


    As he made his way toward the nearby skyrail station, his Lumina core vibrated against his wrist with a familiar tone. Glancing down at the notification, his eyebrows furrowed. Unknown caller. Just great. The thought of Friedrich crossed his mind, making him pause. After a moment''s hesitation, he settled onto a nearby public bench, surrounded by the city''s ambient hum.


    The holographic screen flickered to life, revealing a face he knew all too well¡ªNa''theva Irma, the Resistance leader. His eyes narrowed behind his aviator glasses. How had she gotten his contact information?


    "My apologies for the unexpected call... You''re Jaxon, correct?" Na''theva''s voice carried an unmistakable urgency beneath its composed exterior.


    "Yeah, that''s me. What''s up?" Jaxon kept his voice neutral, though his mind raced with possibilities.


    "I attempted to reach your Order commander, but it seems he''s unavailable. May I speak with him instead?"


    A red flag raised in Jaxon''s mind. She knew about the Order? His instincts screamed trap, but he maintained his casual demeanor. "Commander? Uh... he''s not back yet. Don''t know when he''ll be, honestly..." He paused before adding, "Anything you need? I can pass it along to him."


    "I see. There''s an urgent meeting in 20 minutes with the Union Military and the Resistance regarding the artifact that was stolen from your academy." Her words hit him like a physical blow. "It''s classified¡ªno leaks, so..."


    The mention of the artifact sent Jaxon''s mind into overdrive, possibilities crystallizing rapidly. "Wait... if the commander isn''t there, can someone else attend?"


    "Of course, we''re waiting for you. Please, it''s urgent," Na''theva insisted, her tone brooking no argument.


    "Right... Okay, that''s a lot for me to handle alone. Can the others come too?" Concern tightened his voice.


    "It''s alright... if they''re individuals you trust."


    "Well... I''ll head there now. Thanks for the heads-up." Rising from the bench, he was already plotting his next move.


    "Thank you, Jaxon. I look forward to seeing you there."


    Meeting Lance would have to wait. This took precedence. Yet as he thought of the others¡ªDrifter, Luna, Alma¡ªtheir exhausted faces flashed through his mind, drawing a heavy sigh from his lips. After a moment''s consideration, he pulled out his device and composed a message to someone else.


    "Hey Hunter, you get the call for that meeting? Need a wingman. Commander''s MIA." He attached his location and sent the message, tension knotting in his chest. The response came almost instantly: "Got it. On my way."


    Relief flooded through him. Hunter had always been reliable. Still, Jaxon couldn''t shake his discomfort. Damn... I''m terrible at these... At least he looked the part, he thought wryly as he boarded the skyrail bound for the East District.


    The East District presented a stark contrast to the Central District''s sterility. Here, the buildings were shorter, creating a more relaxed atmosphere. Billboards proudly displayed Maranagara Beach, while the streets teemed with life. People in beach attire wandered past, music drifted through the air, and alcheriders hovered in traffic jams above. Automatons served drinks to patrons at outdoor bars, while dancers moved behind glass walls in nearby buildings.


    Well, lively night... Jaxon mused, wondering about the choice of location. Was it to avoid suspicion? Following his Lumina core''s map, he arrived at a square building near the beach¡ªluxurious but understated. After a moment''s hesitation, he pressed the gate''s button. A Lupidae man¡ªa humanoid wolf in dark sunglasses and a suit¡ªappeared and wordlessly ushered him inside.


    The man led Jaxon through the building to a spacious room where Na''theva stood alongside an imposing Ursidae man¡ªAgasthya, if Jaxon remembered correctly, his white fur gleaming in the room''s light. In the farthest seat sat a diminutive figure: a humanoid frog with green skin, wearing a green robe and clutching a dark wooden staff. Hunter occupied a back seat, arms crossed, silently observing.


    "Thank you for coming, Jaxon. This is General Itharus," Na''theva introduced the Amphiborian.


    "Pleasure to meet you, General," Jaxon offered with a polite smile, reminding himself not to judge by appearances.


    Na''theva turned to Itharus. "Shall we begin?"


    The General nodded once, his voice as calm as a still pond. "Please, Na''theva. Proceed."


    A holographic display materialized from Na''theva''s Lumina core, showing a sea route marked with various lines. Her voice took on a grave tone. "We''ve just received some unexpected intel from unknown. The route of the Yuvaka cruiser¡ªthis was highly classified. Do you know about this, General?"


    "No... They never share those kinds of things... Only the Grand Chancellor and the ones stationed there know," Itharus replied, tension evident in his voice.


    Na''theva''s piercing gaze turned to Jaxon. "The stolen artifact... could it be on that ship?"


    The weight of her stare pressed down on him as he wrestled with trust and truth. "Uh... yeah. Our intel says it''s there," he managed, fighting back his unease. Hunter remained silent beside him, offering only a subtle nod as his eyes continued their careful scan of the room.


    "I see. This could be our one shot. General, what do you think? Should we strike the cruiser?" Na''theva''s question hung in the air.


    Itharus''s response came measured and careful. "It''s true, attacking the ship could cripple the regime. But... this isn''t simple. Corruption doesn''t vanish overnight. Another Einar will rise to take their place."


    "So you''re saying we shouldn''t attack?" Na''theva''s voice carried a sharp edge.


    "I''m not saying we shouldn''t attack, but the mercenaries on that ship are well-prepared. It won''t be as easy as you think. And don''t forget¡ªUnion reinforcements are just minutes away. If we fail, the media will paint us as villains. The stakes are much higher than you realize."


    "Thank you, General. But we must act. You know this as well as I do." Na''theva''s resolve was unwavering. She turned to Jaxon and Hunter, her tone softening slightly. "Do either of you have an opinion on this?"


    "Uh... not much from me, ma''am. Thanks for the info, though," Jaxon managed, his thoughts still clouded.


    "Nothing from me," Hunter added flatly.


    Na''theva pressed further. "Jaxon¡­ could you tell us what the artifact is?"


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    "Well... that''s..." Jaxon stammered.


    Na''theva looked at Jaxon again, her gaze sharp. ¡°Is the artifact dangerous?¡±


    ¡°Yes...¡± Jaxon replied, hesitant.


    Na''theva turned back to Itharus. "General, I''m sure you understand the stakes?"


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    "Yeah... they''ll use that artifact to start another war with the Kingdom. It''s inevitable. But the other option... you know it, Na''theva¡ªif I lead a rebellion, it''ll spark a civil war. Millions will die. The Separatists¡ªor worse, the Kingdom¡ªwill invade. The cost is too high," Itharus said.


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    "That''s true... but have you considered another possibility? What if something goes wrong and the artifact causes a catastrophe? Or what if it lets Einar stay in power forever? If the Union gets their hands on it, it''ll be too late. I''ll go after the Yuvaka cruiser myself. I''ll ambush it when it''s most vulnerable. I''ll do what needs to be done¡ªeven without your support," Na''theva said, calm but resolute.


    Itharus''s mouth moved silently, words failing him.


    Na''theva''s gaze found Jaxon again. "And Jaxon, if the Order is planning to join us, we would deeply appreciate it."


    "Sure, ma''am... Thank you," he replied, unable to completely mask his hesitation.


    The meeting concluded with Itharus rising first, followed by the Lupidae man. Na''theva stood next, offering a polite gesture to Jaxon and Hunter as Agasthya nodded courteously before following her out.


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    Outside, with the others already gone, Jaxon turned to Hunter. "Well... that went about as well as expected. Thanks for sticking around, Hunter."


    "Sorry I couldn''t offer more. This is beyond me," Hunter admitted, his mechanical voice unchanged.


    "No problem. You''ve been more help than you think," Jaxon replied with a small shrug.


    "Well, call me if you need anything... and stay safe." Hunter added.


    Jaxon managed a faint smile, lifting his hand in a casual wave. "Thanks again, man." With that, he headed toward the nearby skyrail station, his mind already turning to his next destination¡ªLance''s home in the central district.


    [Location: Vanderlane Grand Hotel ¨C Maranagara ¨C Evening ¨C Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    In Friedrich''s suite, a peaceful quiet had settled over the room, broken only by Drifter''s soft snores as he sat motionless at the table, arms crossed. Out on the balcony, Alma and Dheandita stood side by side, their gazes fixed on the glittering city lights below, each lost in their own thoughts.


    Luna remained focused on the sofa, her attention completely absorbed by the holographic display of the Lumina Core before her. Lines of text and shifting images flickered past her eyes, the steady rhythm of Drifter''s snoring barely registering in her consciousness. Suddenly, a new notification flashed across the screen¡ªa message from Devita.


    The creaking of the door drew everyone''s attention. Alma and Dheandita immediately approached Luna, their expressions grave.


    "Did you read Devita''s message?" Alma asked, drawing closer.


    "Yes," Luna replied, rising to her feet and reaching for her black jacket. "We leave now... There''s no more time."


    Alma nodded, understanding the weight of the situation. Whether they liked it or not, they all had to go. Still, a question nagged at her mind: who would be waiting for their father to return?


    A strained whisper emerged from behind them, barely audible. "I''ll come too..."


    Luna glanced back, her expression softening as she looked at Dheandita. "You sure? You''re in no condition¡ª"


    Dheandita shook her head, the movement resolute despite her hoarse voice. "I''m coming."


    After a moment''s consideration, Luna gave a tight nod. "Alright. Let''s go, but first... we need to look more convincing."


    Alma looked over at Drifter. ¡°Is he not coming?¡±


    "Let him rest," Luna replied with a dismissive wave. "He''s waiting for the professor to return. Besides, it''s strange... he''s on his own."


    Turning to Dheandita, Luna added, "Then change your clothes, Dheandita. That looks suspicious. Alma, can she borrow something of yours?"


    "Okay... let''s go, Dhea," Alma nodded, leading the way.


    The three women separated to prepare. Luna headed to her room while Alma helped Dheandita change in her own quarters. Luna carefully assembled her outfit: a black jacket over matching shirt and shorts, complemented by long stockings. She tucked a black rose into her dark hair¡ªher signature touch¡ªand applied dark eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow to sharpen her gaze, finishing with muted red lips.


    When she emerged, she found Alma dressed in a white blouse and high-waisted pastel pink skirt. Beside her stood Dheandita, wearing a white blouse and long blue skirt, white gloves carefully concealing the icy veins beneath her skin.


    Their journey took them aboard the skyrail toward the Rafflesia Estates in the West District. Unlike the bustling city center, this area exuded a different energy¡ªquieter, more peaceful. Here, the buildings were shorter, favoring artistic designs over imposing height. Billboards were sparse, suspended occasionally above the roads, and alcheriders were a rare sight. Instead, elderly couples strolled leisurely, some accompanied by their Vellcats and Skylins, creating an atmosphere that felt worlds away from the city''s chaos.


    They soon found themselves surrounded by grand estates, each one a silent testament to wealth and privilege. Luna consulted her Lumina Core, confirming they had reached their destination¡ªan opulent house with proud emerald gates. As they approached, a man in an impeccably tailored suit emerged, walking toward them with purpose.


    "The young mistress is expecting you," he announced with practiced formality.


    "This... this is her home? Unbelievable," Alma breathed, her eyes wide with wonder.


    "This way, please," the man gestured, leading them forward.


    He guided them to a nearby luxury Solaris Alcherider, its long black-tinted windows gleaming in the soft light. Luna hesitated, shaking her head. "I''m sorry, but we can walk."


    "The house is still a long way from here... this is just the guard house," the man explained patiently.


    The three women exchanged glances, their surprise evident.


    "Really?" Alma asked, incredulous.


    With a collective sigh, they followed the man to the Alcherider. He took his place at the front, taking the reins as they began their journey through the estate. They passed beautiful gardens and sparkling fountains, each feature adding to the overwhelming grandeur of the property.


    Their final destination revealed itself as a majestic palace, leaving Dheandita and Alma staring in awe at its opulence. The man led them inside, where they were greeted by Devita, dressed in an elegant black gown, her casual posture at odds with the formal setting as she waved at them.


    "Hey... Took you all long enough," she said playfully.


    While Luna maintained her composure, Alma and Dheandita couldn''t help but marvel at their surroundings, their eyes drinking in every luxurious detail. Devita gestured for them to follow, leading them into a grand room dominated by an impressive chandelier. On a black sofa sat a chubby humanoid cat in a sharp suit, his light gray fur catching the soft light as he sipped from his cup.


    "Dad," Devita said, her smile widening. "These are my friends I''ve been talking about."


    Her father raised an eyebrow, amusement coloring his warm voice. "Well, Devita... it''s rare to see you bring friends here."


    Luna bowed slightly, her tone respectful. "Good evening, sir. It''s an honor to meet you."


    "Evening, sir!" Alma offered with a casual wave.


    Dheandita''s eyes narrowed as she studied the man, her gaze intense and almost predatory. After a gentle nudge from Alma, she took a deep breath before speaking in a strained voice. "Good evening, sir."


    Devita''s father nodded, his smile widening as he stood, regarding Dheandita with curious interest. "Good evening, and welcome."


    Devita rolled her eyes at her father''s formality. "Yeah, yeah, Dad. By the way, we were planning to celebrate the Sarjavah Festival this year."


    Her father chuckled, settling back in his chair. "That''s great... Last time, you practically locked yourself in your room for it."


    After a moment''s hesitation, Devita continued, hands on her hips. "Uh... actually, we''re planning something a little special this year. Could you make it possible for us to go to Yuvaka this time?" Her voice carried a subtle plea.


    Her father''s eyebrow rose again, his lips curling into a knowing smile. "What''s gotten into you? Last time, you turned down our invitation, and now you want one?" He laughed, shaking his head at the irony. "Of course, it''s easy. You can invite whoever you like. It''s no trouble."


    Devita beamed with excitement. "Thanks, Dad! You''re the best."


    Rising from his seat, her father gave her a brief pat on the shoulder before heading toward his private chambers. "Enjoy yourselves."


    After exchanging polite nods, Luna, Alma, and Dheandita made their way out of the room. As they walked through the hallways, Alma could barely contain her excitement.


    "Yay, we did it, Luna... we really did it!" she exclaimed, her face glowing.


    Luna responded with a faint smile, her eyes meeting Alma''s in quiet acknowledgment.


    "Alright, let''s head to my room," Devita said, her demeanor softening as she gestured for them to follow.


    "Lead the way, princess," Alma teased, nudging Devita playfully.


    They ascended the grand staircase, passing countless portraits and sculptures that spoke of her family''s legacy. The estate''s lavishness was impossible to ignore. Finally, they stopped before a large, elegant brown door.


    Devita pushed it open with a casual flick of her wrist. "Welcome. Make yourselves at home."


    Luna stepped inside, taking in the enormous room. One section featured towering bookshelves, while another contained even more books stacked to the ceiling. A magisterial console gleamed in one corner¡ªsleek and advanced¡ªwhile an elegant golden bed stood beneath a canopy in the far corner.


    "Wait... do you collect books, or do you actually read them? There''s way too many," Alma asked, blinking in amazement.


    Devita smirked. "Yeah... surprised?"


    Alma''s eyes scanned the shelves. "How about Stars Beneath the Moon? It''s a classic."


    "Huh? What''s that?" Devita frowned.


    Alma gasped in mock horror. "Seriously? You say you like reading, but you don''t know this one?"


    Using her telekinesis, Devita pulled a book from one of the towering shelves. It landed smoothly in her hands¡ªa brown hardcover featuring a white-haired man holding a sword.


    Alma''s eyes widened in surprise. "No way¡­ don''t tell me¡­ you''re into books like this?"


    She hadn''t expected Devita to read such heavy material. These were the kind of books her father read¡ªserious, scholarly works that seemed more suited to old men reminiscing about the past.


    "Yeah, so what? People have their own tastes," Devita defended, crossing her arms.


    Luna moved closer, reading the title: "Life of the Second Celestial Sentinel." A small smile tugged at her lips. "You like this book?"


    Devita exhaled, flipping through the pages. "Yeah¡­ this book¡­ I feel like this country''s situation is just like back then." She paused, staring at the open pages, her voice growing quieter. "Mortals never learn from history. They memorize years and events, but they don''t actually understand them."


    Her fingers traced the worn edges of the pages as she continued. "History repeats itself. Empires rise, empires fall¡­ an endless cycle."


    Her expression darkened as she seemed to look beyond the room, lost in thought. While Dheandita shifted uncomfortably and Alma appeared confused by Devita''s words, Luna simply smiled in understanding.


    Blinking back to the present, Devita shook her head. "Sorry, I didn''t mean to get all serious. Let''s talk about something else."


    "It''s fine," Luna assured her simply.


    Dheandita nodded, quietly observing the impressive collection of books.


    Still curious, Alma reached for the book in Devita''s hands. She skimmed through pages filled with old war illustrations, depicting an era when only the Second Celestial Sentinel¡ªthe sole wielder of magic¡ªcould stand against the tyrannical elves who ruled through it. Everyone else, unable to control Evocyte, remained powerless.


    Everything changed with Professor Elion''s research, which led to the creation of Lumina Cores, making magic accessible to non-primordials. This breakthrough allowed many to side with the Second Celestial Sentinel, forming armies capable of waging true war against the empire. The book detailed their eventual capture of the empire''s capital, Celestria City, which they transformed into Paxluma.


    "Well¡­ the artwork''s pretty amazing. Must''ve been tough to put this together," Alma commented, noticing the author''s name: Caleena Elion. She wondered if this was a descendant of Professor Elion, tapping the name thoughtfully.


    Luna''s voice suddenly cut through the quiet. "It''s late already¡­ thanks for having us."


    Alma checked the glowing interface on her Lumina Core: 22:07.


    With a sigh, she returned the book to Devita. "Well then, Professor Devita¡­ here''s your book. Thanks for having us," she said with an exaggerated formal tone and playful grin.


    "Well said, my pupil," Devita smirked, letting out a small laugh.


    Dheandita offered a polite nod in farewell, carefully avoiding Devita''s gaze as she followed Alma toward the exit.


    Luna, the last to leave, paused at the doorway. Her eyes met Devita''s, her voice soft but firm. "Good luck with it¡­ stay true to your path. Never forget."


    Devita''s eyes widened briefly before turning serious. She held Luna''s gaze for a moment before giving a small nod. "¡­Thanks, Luna."


    Luna''s words echoed in Devita''s mind, pulling her back to her childhood¡ªendless hours spent wandering her father''s library, where history books had been her only companions. She had read of the First Celestial Sentinel, a saint who endured countless struggles to save the enslaved, allowing them to escape the empire and live in peace. She embodied true patience, kindness, and mercy.


    Devita had read about others too: Mirs Vaenia, who transformed Arcadia''s slums into a technological marvel, and Shining Virtue, whose real name was lost to history but who united the three greatest Elysium organizations to found the Evocaier Order. They were all leaders who reshaped the world.


    Now, sitting in a luxury Alcherider, she watched Maranagara slip past her window. Beyond the capital''s glittering facade lay a different reality: laborers working themselves to exhaustion, beggars lingering on streets, schools falling into disrepair.


    This was the city the Union flaunted as a symbol of prosperity¡ªgrand festivals for foreign eyes, a dazzling facade hiding the struggles beneath.


    She thought often of her university days, surrounded by privileged students¡ªdescendants of heroes who had once fought to defend the world from the Cataclysmaris invasion. Now they cared only for expensive brands, luxurious vacations, and the latest diversions.


    What troubled her most were the ones she had seen¡ªthose forced into labor, those who tried to escape only to be hunted down like criminals.


    Their ancestors had fought and died to build a nation founded on empathy, tolerance, and harmony. And now?


    Her fingers clenched into a fist.


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 Chapter 40: Tides of Doubt

    [Location: Maranagara City ¨C Night ¨C 1 Days before Night of Sarjavah Festival - Year: 1092 Ad Felicitas]


    The night before the Sarjavah Festival, Luna, Alma, and Dheandita walked along the empty pedestrian walkway of Maranagara City''s West District. Only a few alcheriders passed by on the nearby street, while fireworks bloomed in the distance, scattering colors across the dark sky.


    "Well... tomorrow''s the day. Finally," Alma murmured, her gaze fixed on the brilliant display above. She turned to Luna with a grin. "Turns out Devita actually invited us to Yuvaka, huh?"


    "Yeah..." Luna''s face remained unreadable.


    Alma glanced at her Lumina Core, checking the time. "You know, I kinda miss home already. Around this time..." Her voice trailed off before she continued in a mock robotic tone, "Now it''s nighttime. For your safety, please remain indoors at your designated residence. Thank you."


    A small smile crossed Dheandita''s face as she shook her head. "An actual citywide announcement? That''s nice¡­ the government really looks out for its people."


    "It''s not exactly like that, Dhea," Luna scoffed, crossing her arms. "Unlike the Neutral Zones, where monsters run rampant, the surface areas under the Union are... relatively safe."


    "I see..." Dheandita fell silent before adding softly, "I wonder if Dad''s back yet..."


    "I''m sure he is," Luna reassured her.


    When they returned to Vanderlane Grand Hotel via skyrail, they found Friedrich had indeed returned, though Drifter was nowhere in sight. Alma''s eyes lit up with relief before softening with concern. "Dad, you''re back..."


    Friedrich gave a small nod. "Are you all alright, Alma?"


    She stepped forward, arms reaching out instinctively, but Friedrich merely looked at her with tired eyes. The familiar warmth of his embrace never came, and Alma''s hands fell limply to her sides.


    "I''m fine, Dad. Are you?" she asked carefully.


    Luna spoke up, her tone measured. "Professor, it turns out Devita''s promise was true. Her father was a chancellor. But it''s just the three of us, along with Dheandita. It wouldn''t have been wise to bring Jaxon or Drifter¡ªthey might raise suspicion."


    Friedrich nodded in understanding. "Ah, I see. Good job... Rest well for now. Let''s continue in the morning."


    Alma hesitated before nodding. "Alright. Goodnight, Dad."


    Friedrich waved her off as she and Luna made their way to their room. Though Alma''s thoughts lingered, visible in the subtle shift of her expression, Luna remained silent. Eventually, they all retreated to their separate suites as fireworks continued to paint the sky in vibrant bursts. As the final display faded into darkness, the city''s lights dimmed one by one, and dawn began to creep over the horizon.


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    In Drifter''s suite, the quiet hum of the air conditioner was the only sound breaking the stillness. He blinked, his gaze falling to the Lumina Core on his wrist. 05:21, Ventras, 12th Monala, 1092. As he exhaled slowly, Drifter felt the weight of the past days gradually lifting. Today was the day. He shifted, pushing himself upright, wondering if the others had met with Devita yet.


    His mind flashed to the previous night¡ªmeeting the professor, confirming his safety, then returning to his room to sleep. Tapping his Lumina Core, he brought up the holographic screen. Under Applications - Evocaier Order Reports, he found the latest entry from 11th Monala, 1092: "Meeting at 06:30. Jaxon met with the Resistance; they plan to attack the yuvaka cruise ship. Devita has extended invitations to Luna, Alma, and Dheandita."


    After his morning routine, Drifter checked the time again¡ª06:30. With a measured breath, he made his way to Friedrich''s room, where Alma, Luna, Dheandita, and Jaxon were already seated. He slipped into the empty seat at the edge of the group, letting the quiet hum of conversation wash over him.


    Friedrich''s voice cut through the murmur, steady and authoritative. "Alright, everyone, here we are. I''ve gone through your reports," his gaze swept over the group. "Virendra and I will be heading in together. Alma, Dheandita, Luna¡ªkeep your disguises intact. With Devita''s invitation, your identities are now forged as her college friends, so stick to that cover. Drifter, Jaxon¡ªyou''ll be with the Resistance. Adapt as needed. For now, enjoy the festival. Rest up. We move when night falls. Thanks, everyone."


    "Enjoy the festival? now?" Drifter murmured under his breath, eyes widening.


    Jaxon frowned. "Professor, what about Hunter? How will he fit in?"


    Friedrich paused. "Ah, yes... Hunter." After a moment''s thought, he continued, "He''ll be on standby. He''ll extract us if things go wrong. I''ll tell him shortly." His eyes scanned the room. "That''s all. Any questions?"


    Only the distant festival music filtered through the silence that followed.


    "Well then, if you''ll excuse me, I''ll get ready for tonight. Enjoy your day, everyone."


    "Wait, Dad..." Alma''s hesitant voice cut through the quiet. "What happened yesterday?"


    Friedrich waved dismissively, his tone light. "Ah, nothing serious. Just a meeting with some Order members and Virendra," he said as he headed for the door.


    After Friedrich''s departure, Drifter turned to Jaxon, raising an eyebrow. "Did you meet with Lance yesterday? What did he say?"


    "Yeah, I met him at his home..." Jaxon replied. "Lance didn''t seem to know much. He only messaged him about the ambush. Then, Friedrich just told him to help you guys, but he hasn''t seen him since."


    Drifter nodded thoughtfully. "I see. I''m curious, though... did he meet with Virendra again? Does he have some kind of secret plan?"


    Luna remained silent, her gaze distant as the questions hung in the air.


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    "Well, lying to allies to deceive the enemy might be the right move..." Jaxon broke the silence. "Or maybe the Grandmaster sent him something we don''t know about. Let''s head to the beach now... while we still have time."


    As they made their way out of the hotel and boarded the skyrail toward the East District, Drifter noticed how different the city felt today. Music filled the air, blending with the constant hum of traffic and the occasional honking of alcheriders. The streets pulsed with life, a steady stream of movement in every direction.


    From his position, Drifter observed the diverse crowd around him¡ªshort figures with mustaches, beings with fin-like ears, others with pointed ears, some with exoskeletal skins or tough hides, small plant-like creatures, and those adorned with horns. They moved in various configurations¡ªsome in pairs, others alone, while families of men, women, and children wove through the bustling streets together.


    When they arrived at Maranagara Beach, Drifter''s eyes were drawn to the expanse of white sand stretching before them. Despite the crowds bustling around him, he felt a sense of peace as the cool breeze brushed his face and the waves danced their endless blue and white ballet beneath the sky.


    Maranagara Beach... as beautiful as they said, he thought, allowing himself a moment of quiet appreciation.


    "Over here," Jaxon called out.


    Following Jaxon''s voice, Drifter made his way to an empty spot they''d claimed. The group set up their beach gear¡ªumbrellas and mats¡ªbefore changing into their beachwear. Drifter removed his black shirt and blue jeans, leaving only his black shorts. Beside him, Jaxon stood in his signature aviators and plaid shorts, arms crossed as he flashed Drifter a grin.


    "Hey, pal, let''s take a picture together... don''t get the wrong idea, I just want to send it to my little sister," Jaxon said.


    "Ah... okay," Drifter replied, unable to suppress his slight amusement.


    They posed together amid the crowd¡ªJaxon throwing up a peace sign while Drifter maintained a relaxed expression, the vast sea stretching behind them. As Jaxon sat beneath their mat, sheltered by the umbrella, quickly sending the photo with a playful emoji, Drifter couldn''t help but think of Jaxon''s sister¡ªmute and paralyzed. Watching Jaxon''s effortless smile, Drifter felt a genuine one tugging at his own lips.


    His gaze swept across the beach, taking in the scene before him. In the ocean, people swam and played while Luna, Dheandita, and Alma enjoyed themselves in their swimsuits¡ªLuna in black, Alma in pink, and Dheandita in blue. Alma''s laughter carried over the sound of waves as she playfully splashed water at the others. Near them, some beachgoers rode the waves on boards, using their ice powers to glide smoothly across the water.


    A nearby ice cream vendor caught Drifter''s attention¡ªan elderly man managing his small stall. Something about the sight drew him closer.


    "How much for five?" Drifter asked.


    The elderly man offered a warm smile. "Thank you... 1,000 vessite each."


    Drifter pulled out 50,000 vessite from his pocket and handed it over.


    "Sorry, I don''t have change," the vendor apologized.


    "It''s fine, keep the rest," Drifter replied with a slight smile.


    "Thank you, sir. Have a good day," the old man''s voice was filled with genuine gratitude.


    "Yeah, have a good day too..." Drifter murmured, watching him. Though a small smile played at his lips, a heaviness settled in his chest. Even in the Union, elderly people still had to work selling ice cream just to survive.


    He returned to find Jaxon lying back under the umbrella, hands folded behind his head.


    "Here..." Drifter offered him one of the ice creams.


    "Well, thank you... You''re too kind," Jaxon said, accepting it with a grin.


    "Just spreading a little good luck before I''ll meet the creator," Drifter replied with a half-smile.


    "Haha, you''re funny," Jaxon chuckled, unwrapping his ice cream.


    After placing his ice cream on the nearby fold-out table, Drifter made his way toward the others relaxing by the shore. He noticed Alma seemed more energetic than she had been that morning, her earlier melancholy apparently forgotten.


    "Hey¡­ I got ice cream for all of you," he called out.


    They quickly gathered around him.


    "Wow, thanks, Drifter! You''re the best," Alma beamed.


    "Thank you," Dheandita added in her soft, hoarse voice.


    "Thanks, Drifter," Luna said.


    He acknowledged their thanks with a simple nod and smile.


    The sound of approaching footsteps drew their attention. Devita walked toward them, dressed casually in a yellow-black blouse and black jeans.


    "Hey¡­ I didn''t expect to see you all here today," she said with a smile.


    Drifter noticed Dheandita immediately averting her gaze.


    "Sorry, I didn''t buy ice cream for you¡­ didn''t know you''d be coming," he said.


    "Oh? Still holding a grudge over that kick?" Devita teased with a playful grin.


    Drifter managed a slight smile. "Maybe..."


    Devita shrugged off the exchange and joined the group, changing into a yellow swimsuit.


    After finishing his ice cream, Drifter found a quiet spot to sit alone, watching the others play in the water.


    Devita and Alma splashed around like children, while Dheandita observed with a faint smile.


    "Sorry¡­ do you sense something?" Luna''s gentle voice broke through his thoughts as she approached.


    Drifter exhaled slowly, trying to center himself. "It''s fine¡­ I haven''t seen him again, Luna¡­ or heard the whispers since."


    "I see¡­" Luna''s voice was barely above a whisper.


    The moment shattered as Alma appeared before him, her hand waving through his field of vision. "Hellooo, Earth to Drifter? You in there?"


    "Yeah, loud and clear," he managed, forcing his lips into what he hoped resembled a smile.


    Her fingers found his, warm against his cool skin. "Come on, let''s go together, everyone..." Alma''s voice carried a forced cheerfulness that didn''t quite reach her eyes. "It''s not like we''ll be at Maranagara Beach again. Don''t waste the chance."


    Luna drifted toward them like a shadow, her expression guarded. Jaxon¡¯s hand settled on Drifter¡¯s shoulder with a reassuring weight. Despite Alma¡¯s invitation, Drifter couldn¡¯t ignore the subtle tension in her stance¡ªthe worry beneath her manufactured smile as clear to him as the afternoon sun.


    As they joined the others, Drifter''s mind wandered through a labyrinth of possibilities. The cube''s potential return loomed like a storm cloud on the horizon, threatening to bring back the alien whispers and death-visions that had once clung to him like a second skin. His chest constricted at the thought of facing something even more sinister, something that might make the cube''s previous torments seem mild in comparison.


    His hand unconsciously drifted to his pocket where Mina''s device lay hidden, its weight a constant reminder of secrets yet unrevealed. The thought of opening it sent a chill down his spine despite the warm beach air. What dangers lurked within its digital confines? The implications of its contents could shatter the fragile peace their group had managed to maintain. Each time his fingers brushed against its metallic surface, he pulled back as if burned by an invisible flame.


    But then another thought crept in, slithering through the cracks of his consciousness like a serpent through stone. Those unknown forces, the mysterious masterminds who had shown such ruthless determination to claim the cube from the academy ¨C their true motives remained an enigma that haunted his waking moments. What drove them to such desperate measures? Who in their right mind would seek an artifact of such terrible power with such single-minded purpose?


    He looked up at the scene before him¡ªthe carefree laughter of beachgoers, sunlight dancing on the waves. For a moment, this peaceful tableau seemed to exist in an entirely different world from the chaos that haunted his thoughts.


    The memory of the past crashed over him without warning¡ªthe blackened sky, the ocean drawing back like a beast preparing to strike, the earth itself revolting against its natural order. His fist clenched involuntarily, muscles coiling with remembered terror, but he forced the fear down into the depths of his being where he kept all his other dark thoughts.


    No matter what¡­ I must bring the cube back¡­


    The resolve settled in his chest like an anchor, solid and unwavering amidst the storm of his thoughts. The sounds of laughter and crashing waves continued around him, but Drifter remained still, his mind fixed on the night to come and the weight of the task that lay before them all.

 Chapter 41: Tides of Indifference

    As noon approached, Drifter heard the distinctive chime of Devita¡¯s Lumina Core. She studied the device intently, her weathered face reflected in its smooth surface as she absorbed the message displayed before her.


    With a final glance, she departed, casually bidding farewell to the others¡ªmost likely concealing the true significance of what she had read. She left without another word, letting its weight settle in Drifter¡¯s thoughts.


    Afternoon sunlight bathed the city as they left the beach. The festival crowds remained as lively as ever, fireworks bursting across the sky in dazzling colors. But as they returned to the hotel, the mood shifted.


    Drifter, Hunter, and Jaxon prepared to join the raid with the resistance, while Luna, Alma, and Dheandita busied themselves, transforming into visions of elegance.


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    Friedrich had already departed, sending word that he and Virendra were in position aboard the ship. He mentioned that the most likely location for the Black Cube transaction was Grand Commander Lamont¡¯s quarters. However, he couldn¡¯t get there before the raid began¡ªsecurity was too tight. The attachment he sent appeared to be the ship¡¯s layout.


    The team gathered in the lobby of the Vanderlane Hotel, anticipation thick in the air.


    Outside, a black Solaris Alcherider waited at the entrance, its polished exterior gleaming under the streetlights. Inside, Devita, dressed in an elegant black-and-gold gown, was already seated, waiting.


    When the girls emerged, they were breathtaking: Luna in midnight black, Alma in pristine white touched with peach, and Dheandita in an ethereal combination of white and blue. Jaxon''s face split into a knowing grin.


    "Well... Good luck, queens and princesses," he said, his tone light despite the gravity of their mission.


    The girls returned his smile, exchanging good wishes with both him and Drifter. Alma and Jaxon shared their usual humorous banter, a moment of levity before the storm. As the group waved their final goodbyes, a message from Hunter prompted the Drifter and Jaxon to move. Their own Alcherider awaited them in the old harbor district. Along the way, billboards flashed festival news, the host¡¯s excited voice brimming with energy.


    The scene shifted Devita¡¯s Solaris alcherider as they finally arrive at Maranagara Harbor in the city''s southern district as evening descended. A long line of Solaris Alcheriders stretched toward the harbor, their forms idling in quiet anticipation. At the security checkpoint, an officer''s businesslike tone cut through the night air.


    "Identification and invitation, please."


    The team presented their invitation cards and verified their identities through their Lumina Cores without hesitation, the devices casting a soft blue glow across their faces.


    The officer''s scrutiny was thorough, his gaze lingering particularly on Luna, Alma, and Dheandita''s student records. Only Devita¡¯s credentials remained unquestioned¡ªshe was the only one truly enrolled at Maranagara University.


    After what felt like an eternity, the officer gave a curt nod. "Proceed."


    Inside the Alcherider, the tension slowly dissolved into focused determination. Alma broke the silence, her voice low but clear: "Devita, from now on, I''m Alma Garcia, medical student. Got it?"


    "Got it, Alma," Devita replied with a slight smirk.


    The conversation carried on with playful banter about their cover identities, but all levity ceased as the Alcherider came to a stop before the Yuvaka Cruise Ship.


    The vessel loomed before them, its elegant form illuminated by dock lights, while the sounds of celebration drifted through the evening air.


    As they stepped onto the ship, the grandeur of the Yuvaka''s deck was almost overwhelming. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the gathered elite, their laughter and conversation mingling with the sea breeze and the scent of delicate perfumes.


    Near the entrance, Devita''s parents awaited her arrival. Her father¡¯s proud smile gleamed like polished armor.


    "Well, you look stunning, Devita," her father said. "Just like your mother when we first met."


    Her mother''s eyes softened with nostalgia. "Oh my... When was the last time we went out like this together, hm? Seems like a lifetime ago."


    Devita managed a smile, though her nervousness showed through. "Thanks, Dad, Mom... Sorry, but my friends are waiting. We''ll catch up later."


    The group politely bid farewell to Devita¡¯s parents before making their way to the main hall. With each passing moment, the atmosphere grew heavier.


    They took their seats at a round table near the front. Close to the grand archway, Sarvan Einar stood beside his father, Radmilla Einar¡ªthe Grand Chancellor. The older man¡¯s silver-streaked hair and piercing gaze commanded attention. Beside them, Virendra remained composed, his expression unreadable even as he engaged in casual conversation. Towering over the gathering was Grand Commander Lamont, an imposing Ursidae figure with the stature of a massive black bear. His single eye scrutinized the room, the patch over the other only adding to his formidable presence.


    Dheandita''s gaze burned with barely concealed hatred as she watched the group, while Luna''s eyes remained locked onto Virendra, studying his every move.


    "Has anyone seen my dad?" Alma''s worried voice cut through the ambient noise. "He said he''d be here."


    The group exchanged confused glances, shaking their heads in unison.


    "I haven''t seen him either," Luna replied, her tone flat but thoughtful as she continued scanning the crowd.


    "Let''s focus on our own¡­ the professor might be doing just fine. He seems confident enough," Luna added.


    Alma nodded hesitantly, then Devita glanced around at the team.


    "Alright¡­ maybe we can do this," Devita murmured. "By the way, thanks for your input earlier, Luna¡­ that could work."


    The girls nodded in silent agreement, their resolve strengthening despite their growing concerns.


    Outside on the deck, Friedrich moved with purpose, his motions precise and practiced. His sharp gaze swept over the crowd, scanning each face in search of something¡ªsilent, focused, relentless.


    Meanwhile, out on the Jaladri Ocean, the Resistance forces waited in the darkness, their wooden boats cutting silent paths through the fog-laden waters. The Drifter stood at attention, watching as Evocaiers manipulated the winds with practiced precision, keeping them beyond the reach of the Vestra system''s detection. The night air carried the sharp scent of salt and wet wood, while the carefully jammed communications systems stood ready to isolate their target.


    Agasthya Wahyatma, the towering White-furred Ursidae Holy Knight, took his position at the bow. His dark armor materialized around him, accompanied by a massive axe and great shield. The Drifter followed suit, materializing his disguised full helmet and dark teal armor, while Jaxon adjusted his tactical gear and slipped on his signature aviator sunglasses beside him.


    "Let''s hope we''re fast enough, Drifter," Jaxon said with a half-smile. "The others can handle the noise. We get the cube, and we''re out."


    "Yeah..." the Drifter responded, his voice steady but careful. "Grand Commander Lamont''s quarters aren''t close, and the security''s tight. Watch your back."


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    "Right... But we don''t need any distractions, yeah? Stay focused." Jaxon paused before speaking into his ARF comm. "Hunter, you ready?"


    "Affirmative," came Hunter''s mechanical response through the channel.


    "Let''s keep it tight¡ª" Jaxon''s words cut off abruptly as the world around them changed.


    The Drifter felt it immediately¡ªthe unnatural stillness that descended like a heavy blanket. The waves ceased their eternal dance, the wooden hull fell silent, and even the wind died away to nothing. Time itself seemed to stop, leaving Jaxon frozen in place, the moonlight casting an otherworldly glow over his immobile form.


    "Jaxon?" the Drifter''s voice was tense, but received no response.


    "This again...?" he muttered through gritted teeth as the environment took on an eerie dark green tinge. From the depths of the water, a familiar presence emerged, flickering like a bad transmission.


    "Well, well... We meet again, my dear Drifter," the smooth yet eerily distorted voice purred.


    The Drifter turned slowly, anger and forced calm warring in his voice. "It''s you... again."


    The figure stepped forward in a way that defied physical laws, more like a glitch in reality than a actual being. "Looks like it''s time for formal introductions. You can call me Indifference."


    The Drifter''s mind raced, noting how the entity remained present even without the cube''s influence. What was its true purpose?


    As if reading his thoughts, Indifference grinned. "What I want? Oh, my dear... isn''t it obvious?" They leaned in conspiratorially. "I''m here to make sure you''re ready."


    The Drifter''s eyes widened at this display of mind-reading, but he fought to maintain his composure. "I''m not taking another deal with you... begone."


    Indifference''s soft laughter filled the frozen air. "Really? My dear... Something... monumental is coming. And whether you like it or not, you''re involved." Their form flickered like a mirage. "But don''t worry. I''m not here to force you to do anything. I''m just giving you... a little free sample."


    "Who are you, really?" the Drifter demanded, taking a step back despite his trembling fists.


    "Well well, my dear... that question again..." Indifference shrugged with theatrical carelessness. "Sorry, I''m not here to answer your questions, my dear, just give you another warning and free sample, just one time for my generosity."


    The Drifter''s mind raced with possibilities¡ªwhat was coming? What did this ''free sample'' mean? Without hesitation, he materialized his sword Exaltare, moving to strike down the entity. But as the sword touched Indifference, the blade simply vanished.


    "My, my¡­ I''m here to save you, yet you want to attack me." Indifference''s voice carried mock hurt. "I''m quite offended, my dear¡­ until we meet again."


    The figure flickered once more and vanished, leaving the Drifter alone in the gradually returning reality. The sounds of the boat, waves, and wind slowly filtered back in, as if awakening from a dream.


    "Huh? What''s wrong?" Jaxon asked, confusion evident in his narrowed gaze. "Something in my face?"


    "It''s nothing..." the Drifter forced out, though his body remained tense with unease.


    His thoughts whirled with questions about Indifference''s identity. Could this be the entity Leila''s crypt message had warned about? The being''s apparent immortality and higher nature sent chills down his spine, but the promise of a "free sample" worried him more. Something terrible was approaching.


    The familiar silhouette of the Yuvaka cruise ship finally appeared through the darkness, interrupting his dark thoughts.


    "Target approaching¡ªget ready," Agasthya''s urgent voice cut through the ARF static.


    "Now!!"


    The Arcane Network Disruptor pulsed to life, its energy scattering through the air like luminescent dust in a gale. The leylines fractured temporary, severing both external evocyte energy and the arcane network that relied upon these mystical conduits.


    The Resistance boats surged forward, powered by Evocaier wind manipulation. The Drifter watched as panicked guests scattered across the deck while the evacuation commander, tried to maintain order with calm authority.


    Resistance forces deployed with precision, their Evocyte Links sending glowing ropes of green, brown, and fiery red energy to secure the ship. Others teleported aboard in brilliant flashes, engaging the defenders before they could react. The sea churned beneath them as more warriors ascended the energy ropes with fluid grace.


    The defenders responded with energy projectiles and wind magic, creating chaos above deck. The Drifter and Jaxon prepared for their final approach.


    "Here goes nothing," Jaxon said with a wry grin.


    "May the Creator bless us," the Drifter replied solemnly.


    "Since when do you say stuff like that? Didn''t take you for the religious type," Jaxon chuckled.


    Drifter activated his Exalt Shift without a word, his body dissolving into blue particles before reforming aboard the Yuvaka. His Exaltare materialized in his hands, its dark gray blade gleaming as he unleashed Blade Swarm. Spectral swords erupted around him like deadly sentinels, striking with precise force at the nearest defenders.


    Jaxon followed, launching himself upward with a red energy rope. "Oh... over already, huh? Great."


    "Let''s go," the Drifter urged, his voice low and urgent.


    They moved as one through the chaos, cutting a path toward Grand Commander Lamont''s quarters. The Cube awaited them, but time was their enemy now. The Drifter pushed thoughts of The Indifference aside, focusing on the mission at hand, though the entity''s warning lingered like a shadow in the back of his mind.


    Racing through the ship¡¯s corridors, Drifter and Jaxon carved a path forward with deadly precision. Jaxon¡¯s twin crossbow guns, the Emberstorm Crossfire, unleashed fiery projectiles as he moved with fluid grace, flames erupting from his boots in a controlled glide.


    Drifter held a defensive formation with his spectral swords, deflecting incoming projectiles and magic while engaging in close combat. Occasionally, he unleashed a volley of Exalt Bolt, blue energy streaking through the air. Yet both men remained careful¡ªthis wasn¡¯t a mission of extermination. Their goal was the cube, not bloodshed.


    They consulted their Lumina Cores, reviewing the ship''s layout Friedrich had provided, and finally reached their destination. The heavy door swung open with an ominous creak, revealing a scene that made both men freeze in their tracks.


    The room before them was a testament to savagery. Bodies of Union soldiers and mercenaries lay strewn about in grotesque positions, their pristine uniforms shredded and soaked crimson. The black cube they sought was nowhere to be seen. Acrid smoke filled the air, mixing with the metallic stench of blood as flames licked up the walls, casting writhing shadows across the carnage.


    "This wasn''t just a fight..." the Drifter observed, his voice sharp despite its calmness. "It was a massacre."


    Their boots made wet, squelching sounds against the blood-slicked floor as they stepped inside, the crackling flames providing a macabre soundtrack to the carnage.


    At the center of the destruction stood Leif Morbane, his tailored black suit drenched in blood¡ªa stark contrast to his usually immaculate appearance. In his hands rested his signature weapons, the Vimorian Moralistra¡ªtwin crescent-shaped tonfa blades pulsing with molten energy. One of them was pressed against a mercenary¡¯s throat like the shears of an executioner.


    The bloodied man trembled, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please... I was just following orders..."


    Leif¡¯s expression remained unreadable. Without a word, he moved.


    A sharp flash of metal. A sickening slice.


    The man¡¯s head vanished, his body crumpling to the floor with a wet thud.


    A slow smile crossed Leif¡¯s face as fresh blood spattered across his already-ruined suit.


    "Well, thanks for the gift," he murmured to himself before his eyes flickered to the entrance where the Drifter and Jaxon stood.


    "Well, well... how can I help you?" His voice carried the smoothness of velvet despite the surrounding carnage.


    "He did this all alone?" Jaxon''s voice carried disbelief, but before he could finish his thought, the Drifter was already in motion.


    The Drifter activated his Exalt Shift, teleporting forward as his sword left a streak of blue light in its wake. His spectral swords followed in a devastating barrage, but Leif merely sidestepped with liquid grace, his maddening grin never faltering as the blades cut through empty air.


    "Ah, the Arcane Saber," Leif chuckled, cruel amusement dancing in his eyes. "I remember you, my friend. You''re still alive? I thought you''d be burnt out by now."


    Drifter teleported to a safe distance, studying his opponent with careful calculation. That¡¯s when he noticed¡ªhis partner, the young man with silver hair, was missing.


    He narrowed his eyes. They must have planned something.


    "I''m guessing you came for your little cute cube, didn''t you?" Leif''s voice carried a mocking edge. "Well, you''re not the only one with a claim to it."


    The Drifter''s grip tightened on his sword as tension filled the room. He teleported again, this time appearing behind Leif, but one of the twin tonfa blades casually deflected his attack without its wielder even turning to look.


    "You know, you¡¯re not quite as sharp as I remember. Tell me¡ªare you really him, or just another Arcane Saber playing pretend?" Leif''s voice dripped with sarcasm.


    Jaxon unleashed a rain of fiery projectiles, but Leif merely snapped his fingers. The simple Click preceded an explosion that consumed the entire attack. A second blast detonated out of nowhere near him, forcing Jaxon to dodge, his teeth clenched against the heat.


    "Two versus one," Leif mused, "that''s a bit unfair, isn''t it?"


    The Drifter tensed, recognizing that despite their numerical advantage, they were the ones at a deadly disadvantage.