Camilla watched as Princess Runa's eyes flickered with recognition upon hearing her name. She had indeed heard of Camilla and her unique abilities, but the circumstances surrounding their current encounter were far from ordinary. Runa's question about their apparent age similarity was a valid one, given the disorienting nature of the dreamscape they found themselves in.Camilla maintained a reassuring smile as she explained, "It's true that I'm younger than you, Princess Runa, but in this place, time doesn't work the way it does in the real world. Here, you're trapped in memories from two years ago, when you first met Prince Drake."Runa's expression shifted as the memories flooded back, and Camilla could see the turmoil in her eyes. It was clear that these memories held a significant sway over Runa, keeping her bound to this ethereal realm.As Camilla extended her hand towards Runa, she could sense the hesitation emanating from the princess. Runa seemed torn, her desire to break free

The forest seemed to hold its breath as Flare's attack struck true. Drake, infuriated by the sudden assault, retaliated with a ferocity that shook the very earth beneath them. His dark magic surged, a swirling vortex of malevolent energy that coiled around his outstretched hands.As Drake's counterattack lashed out toward Flare, the phoenix did his best to evade the impending onslaught. His agile wings beat against the air, desperately trying to carry him out of harm's way. But it was too late. The dark magic struck Flare's wings with a deafening explosion of power, sending the majestic phoenix spiraling to the forest floor.Arthfael's heart clenched as he watched his friend fall. Panic surged through him, and he sprinted to Flare's side. The once-majestic bird-man now lay sprawled on the ground, his fiery feathers dulled by the agony coursing through his wounded wings."Flare!" Arthfael cried out, his voice laced with fear and desperation. He knelt beside his fallen friend, his hands

Prince Drake's laughter echoed through the forest, his sinister amusement contrasting sharply with the tense atmosphere.Prince Drake’s dark eyes bore into Arthfael as he continued, his voice dripping with malice, "Very well, I'll grant your wish. I'll start with you, then your friends, and finally, I'll bring all the kingdoms to their knees."Arthfael's irritation flared at Prince Drake's menacing words, further fueling his determination. He clenched his swords tightly, the cold steel serving as an extension of his resolve. With a swift, purposeful motion, Arthfael surged forward, closing the distance between him and Prince Drake.As Arthfael charged, Prince Drake retaliated with relentless bursts of his potent black magic. The dark energy surged towards Arthfael, threatening to engulf him in its malevolent grasp. Yet, Arthfael pressed on, undeterred by the onslaught of dark power.In a display of agility and finesse, Arthfael leaped high into the air, his lithe figure soaring like a

Flare's revelation left Freya utterly shocked. She couldn't believe her eyes when Flare retrieved the moth fruit from between his wings using his beak. The moth fruit, a rare and powerful item among monsters, was used for evolution when a monster reached a certain level of power. It was a resource that was highly coveted and seldom seen."Flare!" Freya exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of concern and disbelief. "You have the moth fruit? But you're only slightly above the minimum level required for evolution!"Flare, however, seemed undeterred by the risks. He held the fresh, red fruit proudly in front of Freya, his fiery determination shining through."That may be true," Flare responded, "but doesn't that mean I've already exceeded the minimum level?"Before Freya could protest further, Flare made up his mind. Without hesitation, he devoured the moth fruit in a single gulp. The effects were almost immediate as a surge of energy coursed through him. His feathers, once dulled by th

The earth continued to tremble beneath their feet, the heroes turned their attention to Prince Drake, whose malevolent laughter filled the air. His trembling finger traced patterns in the air, weaving dark magic that sent shockwaves through the land, intensifying the already violent tremors.Freya, her nine tails flickering with a mixture of fear and determination, approached Prince Drake cautiously. She could see the malice in his eyes, and it sent shivers down her spine. She had witnessed firsthand the depths of darkness that had consumed him, and now, in this moment of reckoning, she wondered if there was any hope left for her former friend.Prince Drake's laughter echoed through the forest, a chilling sound that seemed to taunt the very forces of nature.With a wicked grin, he spoke, Prince Drake’s voice laced with malevolence. "Finally, he will soon rise."Flare, the Pyroblaze Phoenix, who had been privy to the secrets of the ancient prophecy, immediately turned to Arthfael with