With the Ogreking successfully divided into manageable pieces by Arthfael's Mighty Soulfire sword, the group now faced the question of what to do with the remaining parts of the formidable monster. Arthfael wiped his blade clean and expertly sheathed it, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.Valentina, ever inquisitive, noticed the various components of the Ogreking that had been dismantled and inquired, "So, what are we going to do with the head, skin, and other organs?"Freya, who had proven her prowess in the hunt earlier, offered a practical solution, "We can sell them in the town at the base of Mount Willard. They highly value Ogreking skin, and its head can be a collectible. It's sure to fetch a high price." Her words carried a tone of confidence born from her extensive knowledge of the region.Valentina nodded in understanding, realizing the economic potential of their newfound bounty. Flare, ever the curious Pyroblaze Phoenix, sought more details."How did you manage to kill it?

With each passing moment, Valentina's condition grew increasingly dire. Her tiny body was wracked with tremors, and her skin had taken on a pale, bluish hue. Freya's attempts to warm her with her fur were proving insufficient, and the howling mountain wind seemed to suck the very warmth from their surroundings.Arthfael's heart pounded with anxiety as he watched Valentina's suffering. He couldn't bear to see her like this, and a sense of helplessness gnawed at him. It was then that Freya, in a desperate attempt to save her friend, dredged up a distant memory."There might be a fruit," Freya began hesitantly, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "A fruit that can alleviate hypothermia, but I don't know if it grows here. I heard of it long ago."Arthfael's eyes widened with a glimmer of hope. "A fruit that can help with hypothermia? What's it called?"Flare, the Pyroblaze Phoenix, who had been silently observing the dire situation, finally spoke up. "I've heard of it too, though I've n

Arthfael stood in the dimly lit gorge, his hands filled with the precious Ilia fruit, he contemplated his next steps. The gorge seemed to stretch endlessly in both directions, and the towering cliffs above cast long shadows, making it difficult to discern any distinctive landmarks.Arthfael's thoughts turned to the matter of his inventory—a mystical interface unique to adventurers from his world. He knew that storing the Ilia fruit within it was the most secure way to transport them back to Valentina, who was still in dire need of their healing properties.With a sigh, he muttered to himself, "My hands seem quite full, should I just put them in my inventory?" He knew the process well, having used it countless times during his adventures. He stacked all the white Ilia fruits in his left hand, leaving one out, and moved his right hand in a circular motion. In response, a translucent screen materialized in front of him, hovering in the air.This screen was his connection to his personal

While they continued their ascent up Mount Willard, the anticipation of reaching the towering Titoba tree, a symbol of their mission, filled the air. Arthfael, with his ever-watchful eyes, suddenly halted in his tracks, a gasp escaping his lips. He leaped forward and stood before a colossal tree with azure leaves and a sturdy, verdant trunk. Its imposing presence was awe-inspiring, a testament to the ancient grandeur that resided on the mountain's slopes.Splash, the lively slime, took the opportunity to introduce the magnificent tree to Valentina, who marveled at its sheer size. She gazed upwards at the towering blue leaves that seemed to touch the sky.Splash, eager to demonstrate his unique abilities, wiggled out of Freya's tender embrace and approached the Titoba tree. As he got closer, a sense of reverence overcame him, and he lowered his watery form, almost as though bowing before the ancient guardian of the mountain.Arthfael and the others, engrossed by the tree's presence, di

The scream from Prince Drake's chamber had acted as a catalyst for a chain of tumultuous events that would rock the very foundations of the Ryker Kingdom. The crowd gathered in the corridor outside the chamber, including King Ezekiel, Princess Arabella, Princess Runa, Camilla, and Neptunis, the water monster. They were frozen in place, a mixture of shock and fear etched on their faces.King Ezekiel, his heart pounding, pushed through the throng, racing toward the chamber. He couldn't bear the thought of something terrible happening to his beloved son, Prince Drake. It was a race against time, and the king's every step seemed to reverberate with desperation.As he reached the chamber's entrance, the sight that met his eyes was a scene of chaos. One of the doctors who had been tending to Prince Drake lay sprawled on the floor, injured and unconscious. A Royal Ryker warrior, too, was severely wounded, his armor damaged. The implications of this sight sent a shiver down King Ezekiel's spi