The journey to the enigmatic Ryker Kingdom continued, the carriage carrying Arthfael, Camilla, Valentina, Flare, and Neptunis making steady progress. As they ventured closer to the kingdom's gates, the forest that had cocooned them began to thin, and the imposing walls of Ryker loomed into view.The anticipation and tension were palpable. This was the unknown territory they had set out to explore, with the enigmatic Thornspine encounter still fresh in their minds. Their determination remained unshaken, and they were resolute in their pursuit of answers regarding Lyrastra and the darkest mage.However, their progress was suddenly halted when the horse pulling their carriage came to a sudden stop. It let out a loud, panicked neigh, its eyes wide with fear as it gazed at something ahead.Arthfael, ever vigilant, quickly descended from the carriage and moved to investigate. He peered ahead and saw a sight that sent a chill down his spine. A herd of monstrous creatures, Ironjaws, stood in

As the night deepened, casting a serene glow over the eastern quarter of Ryker Kingdom, the guests found themselves retiring to their respective chambers. Arthfael, as an honored guest, was given a spacious room where he would spend the night alone.In the back garden area, a designated space for their unique companions awaited. Flare, the magnificent phoenix, and Neptunis, the regal waterfall monster, settled into their resting places. It was a tranquil area with a special pond where Neptunis could immerse himself and hay for Flare to rest upon. The calm of the night enveloped them, a stark contrast to the bustling city beyond the palace walls.Valentina, the spirited fairy, had the privilege of sharing a room with Camilla, a close companion on their journey. Camilla, her dark hair still slightly damp from the evening's bath, sat at a small vanity mirror, meticulously combing through her tresses. Her thoughtful gaze was mirrored in the glass as she seemed to be contemplating somethin

Arthfael stood outside the door to his room, a glass full of beer in his hand, his thoughts still swirling with the enigma of Princess Runa's emotional shift. The strange transformation she underwent from vulnerability to composure in the presence of Prince Drake weighed on his mind. He couldn't help but wonder what could provoke such a drastic change in a person.As he contemplated these mysteries, his senses suddenly sharpened, and he felt an inexplicable pull from the depths of the palace. The feeling was subtle, like a whisper on the edge of his awareness, yet it was undeniable. The source of this sensation seemed to emanate from the palace's basement.“What is that sound?” Arthfael murmured while holding his glass on the other side.Arthfael drained his glass of beer and carefully placed it on a nearby table in the corridor. With each step towards the basement, his heartbeat quickened. He knew he was treading into unknown territory, and his instincts told him that there was somet

Arthfael adhered to Lyrastra's advice, affixing the Xodiac jade stone to the chain. In an astonishing display of magical prowess, the massive black iron chain shattered into nothingness upon contact with the purple stone. Freya, witnessing this remarkable feat, stood in awe, her eyes wide with astonishment. Never before had she encountered magic of such a nature.Curiosity piqued, Freya inquired about the magic Arthfael had employed to achieve this incredible result. Arthfael, with a hint of pride in his voice, responded that he possessed no magical abilities, for he hailed from a world beyond this one.Drawing nearer, Arthfael examined Freya's leg, suspecting it might have been injured during her captivity. His inspection revealed bruises and abrasions, prompting him to produce a small bottle of phoenix tears from his pocket.With gentle care, he applied the tears to the nine-tailed fox's wound. The effect was instantaneous; the phoenix's tears worked their miraculous healing, leavin

The night was clear, and the full moon cast an ethereal glow over the kingdom. Arthfael stood by the window in his room, gazing up at the starry sky. A soft breeze rustled the curtains, and the world outside seemed to hold its breath in anticipation.Suddenly, from behind him, Flare emerged, her fiery form flickering gently. She asked Arthfael if he was ready, her voice a quiet yet reassuring presence in the room. Arthfael turned around to face her and nodded. "Yes, Flare, I'm ready."A gentle knock on the door interrupted their moment. Camilla, the palace maid, entered Artfael's room, her expression a mix of urgency and concern. She relayed the news that Prince Drake had left the palace, riding off on horseback.Valentina, the tiny fairy, voiced her concern. "We should go now, before it's too late."Arthfael and Flare exchanged determined glances. It was time to confront Drake and put an end to his sinister plans. Without wasting another moment, they departed, leaving Camilla to watc