The days following the marriage ceremony were filled with a new sense of unity and purpose for Sam and his wives. The caravan moved through the lush landscapes, their collective spirits high. Sam often found himself marveling at his new family, feeling a profound sense of belonging and responsibility.In the mornings, they would rise early to the sounds of birds and the bustling of the caravan preparing for the day's journey. Sam, Lyra, Kaelyn, and Ammy would share breakfast together, discussing plans and sharing laughter. The sight of Ammy, now fully integrated and happy, brought joy to everyone. She had become a vital part of their daily life, her songs filling the air with a sense of hope and renewal."Ammy, your voice has truly brought a new light to our caravan," Kaelyn remarked one morning as they packed up their tents.“I love it too!” Lyra said.Ammy blushed, smiling warmly. "Thank you, Kaelyn, Lyra. It feels good to be able to sing freely and be part of something bigger than

"Is she an important royal?" Sam asked."She was a real prodigy!" Lyra exclaimed, her voice tinged with both awe and sorrow. "Freythia Isblod was not only the best of her generation but even surpassed the previous Isblod champion. She was destined for greatness, but now... who would have thought she would become… the mad sorceress...."Aside from the ice spire and the mad sorceress, the scouts reported that they found no further clue about the cult movement. Hearing that, Barnabas decided to settle in a nearby village, where they were welcomed warmly by the locals.They traded goods and gathered supplies, but Sam's mind was occupied with the revelation about Freythia. "Not even there a year ago," he murmured to himself, lost in thought."What is it, Sam? Does the mad sorceress still weigh on your mind?" Kaelyn asked as she passed by with Ammy."Yeah," Sam admitted."Hopefully she is not really connected to the cult," Kaelyn said, her voice hopeful."Oh, that's not what I'm thinking ab

Sam barely had time to react as the beams shot towards him, tearing through the air and obliterating everything in their path.He dove to the side, feeling the intense heat and power as they passed by, singeing his clothes and skin. The landscape around him was a wasteland of craters and scorched earth, a testament to the destructive force of Freythia's spell.His heart pounded in his chest as he scanned the area for any possible cover, but there was none.The sheer scale of destruction was unlike anything he had ever faced. He knew he had to act fast if he wanted to survive.Instinctively, he activated his infernal mode, heightening his senses and reflexes to their maximum potential.The world seemed to slow down as his perception sped up. He could see the beams of energy before they struck, and he moved with lightning speed to avoid them.He twisted, turned, and flipped through the air, narrowly dodging each blast by mere inches.The ground exploded around him, sending up showers of

Sam's vision blurred as the relentless attacks continued to rain down on him. Dora and Freythia's combined might was pushing him to his absolute limits. His Aegis was cracking under the constant barrage of ice spears and beams of light, and his energy reserves were dangerously low."You're running out of tricks, Warlock!" Dora taunted, her voice echoing through the snowstorm. She floated above him, an ethereal figure shrouded in the cosmic mist of her Magic Veil.Freythia floated beside her, eyes glowing with madness. "This is the end for you, Warlock! You can't defeat us!"Sam gritted his teeth, refusing to let their words shake his resolve. He needed a plan, a way to turn the tide of this battle. His mind raced as he dodged another ice spear, narrowly avoiding its deadly point. The cold bit into his skin, the chill seeping through his infernal mode's protective aura.His senses were heightened, but it wasn't enough. He needed something more, something powerful enough to break throug

The sky churned with violent winds and blinding snow as Lyra, Kaelyn, and Ammy peered anxiously toward the distant ice spire. The once majestic structure now lay shattered, a testament to the fierce battle that had taken place.They had watched from a distance, hearts pounding with worry about their husband, Sam, who had ventured into the heart of danger."He's been gone too long," Kaelyn murmured, her voice barely audible over the howling blizzard. "Do you think he's okay?""Sam is strong. He'll be fine," Lyra reassured, though her eyes betrayed her concern. "He always finds a way to come out on top."Ammy nodded, though her gaze remained fixed on the chaotic scene ahead. "I just hope he didn't get himself into more trouble than he can handle."The blizzard raged on, and the three women waited, their anxiety mounting with each passing minute. Lyra's initial confidence began to waver as the storm showed no signs of abating, and Sam still hadn't returned."We should go after him," Lyra