"You will not obtain that power!" Edgar shouted at the tall figure in front of him.Desmon a man with deep black eyes, yet also handsome continued to gaze steadily. The aura he emitted remained the same, dangerous and gripping.They two had been battling for a long time, causing tremors across the continent. Their powers continued to darken the sky, accompanied by flashes of purple.As everyone watched, souls and bodies paused, momentarily baffled to assess the situation.Now there was no need to worry, for their battle had reached its final point. Edgar here was cornered, blood flowing from various wounds he had suffered."Why don't you just hand over that energy and I will give you a fitting death!" He said coldly, full of confidence.Edgar gritted his teeth so hard that his forehead creased deeply. Whatever happened, he would guard the pure energy he had held onto for so long. He had been protecting it for the last 150 years, but now, misfortune, or more precisely, the king of dark

Enia didn't expect the magic book she had given would bring about such significant changes in Zeion. It had been 2 weeks since Zeion received the book. So many changes had occurred; the child now recited incantations that not even Enia herself could understand."Fire..."A flame the size of a small stone appeared in Zeion's hand, leaving Enia speechless as she pulled back in surprise."Young Master, how could you learn magic like this?" Enia asked, looking extremely worried."I learned it from the book you gave me. I never thought the book would be so helpful!"Enia should have been proud; without formal training, the child in front of her was able to use basic magic. However, Enia was concerned about Zeion's achievements surpassing her expectations.For a child in his age, Zeion had already demonstrated miracles. However, this might become a problem. The Edmon family wasn't descended from a line of high-level magic users. Edmon was just a regular merchant, and Rosa was a housewife. E

Starting a new life, he said. That was a notion Zeion couldn't quite comprehend. They simply walked away from Edmon's residence with no clear destination, at least not for Zeion himself.Walking without stopping for thousands of meters was too much for a 10-year-old child. They never seemed to pause, except for brief moments of rest during the night.Arriving in a town, they found it bustling with people. Some look at Zeion with curiosity. How could they not? His clothing was so ragged, making him appear like an ordinary slave, a lowly being without significance. In this world, slaves were treated harshly and stripped of their dignity.The man with the prominent nose glanced at Zeion who seemed weary. "Hm... are you hungry?"Zeion looked at him, wary of how to respond.Gruu...But his stomach responded for him, confirming his hunger.With a small chuckle, the man found the child's demeanor quite amusing. Before long, they stumbled upon a street vendor offering various foods. Skewered

Everything was still swirling; that statement had heightened Zeion's alertness as he continued to advance.Finally, they arrived in front of an ancient building, its architecture so old that it looked distinctly different from the ordinary structures made of special marble.The scenery here was also beautiful, yet it held a potent energy. Zeion's hands had been tickling inexplicably for a while.On a stone before them sat a white-bearded man in a cross-legged position, a sturdy wooden staff in his hand. What set him apart was that his body didn't touch the stone at all; he hovered just a few centimeters above it, displaying his levitation."Lord Hander, I've returned!" The man with the prominent nose knelt sincerely before the old man.Hander slowly opened his eyes. Once his gaze fell upon what was before him, an aura of awe spread rapidly. It struck the bodies in front of him.For Zeion, experiencing this for the first time, sent shivers down his spine. It was immense for his small b

The gazes of both individuals fixated on Zeion, chilling him. His body was covered in beads of sweat, his mind still grappling with the meaning of this occurrence."Lagyura, I want you to survey the entire area! Make sure there's no possibility of further attacks," Hander ordered."Alright!" Lagyura replied and departed without a glance, his steps firm and resolute.Only these two remained. Zeion's breath couldn't calm, especially under Hander's cold gaze."Child, you're probably wondering why this has to happen."Zeion didn't respond; fear had silenced him. He could only resign himself to the possibility of a much worse outcome."Hah..." Hander exhaled quickly, then fixed Zeion with a piercing and soul-penetrating look.His soul and body were immobilized, confusion clouding his thoughts. Zeion's eyes searched for assurance, but everything remained the same; nothing had changed except his inability to move.Dug...A strong push emanated from within his body, sounding like a drumbeat a