As soon as Oasis finished his demonstration and allowed his barrier to dissipate, his expression suddenly sharpened.A foreign presence surged into his awareness, triggering an immediate reaction.His brown eyes flicked toward the space just beyond the training field.A pulsating hum echoed through the air as an enormous magic circle materialized several meters away.Its intricate golden patterns shimmered ominously, complex runes shifting in an ever-changing cycle. Then—light exploded from the formation.In an instant, every elder present moved.Their robes billowed as they surged into position, each one preparing a spell.Disciples tensed, their hands gripping the hilts of their swords.The pressure in the air thickened as mana surged.Even those who had been mere spectators moments ago now stood in combat readiness, waiting for the figures to emerge from the spell.But Conri Bluemoon did not move.His piercing gaze remained fixed on the arriving group, his mind already calculating.

About a month had passed since the guests from Ironhold left Lunalith.The once tense air that gripped the capital had long since dissolved, but for Oasis, peace didn’t mean rest—it meant focus.He had retreated deep into his sanctuary: the training yard of his private garden. Oasis stood in the center of the garden, shirtless, his body already glistening with sweat under the morning glow.The sun’s golden rays kissed his bronze skin, highlighting every defined muscle, every contour of his martial form.He moved gracefully, his breath steady, each motion sharp and controlled—the embodiment of Phoenix Heart, his cultivation technique.With each turn and shift, subtle streams of fire and wind coiled around his limbs, leaving trails of energy that shimmered and dispersed like feathers dissolving in sunlight.The garden seemed to hold its breath as he completed a fluid spin, his palm outstretched, flames flickering across his fingertips before extinguishing in perfect silence.He exhaled

Then, he spoke calmly, “Next, Oasis… I will show you the sword of a mage.”He lifted his left hand, palm facing upward, fingers slowly spreading open like petals blooming.A soft pulse of magical energy spiraled at the center of his palm, forming a tiny, intricate circle lined with faint, glowing runes.Then, in the blink of an eye, something emerged.The space around his palm shimmered.The grimoire appeared.But it wasn’t just an object.To Oasis, it was strange—there yet not there, visible but untouchable.Its edges blurred like it was caught between two realms, flickering with translucent winds and shadows that danced along its surface.He felt its presence more than he saw it—an arcane pressure that clung to the air and made his skin tighten.It was Conri’s grimoire—and it pulsed with two distinct energies: the sharp, quicksilver current of wind mana, and the deep, whispering hum of dark mana.The cover was sleek and darkened like midnight glass, etched with silver symbols that l

The chaos that had erupted around Lunalith vanished as suddenly as it had come.Like a storm that had never existed, the sky cleared, the winds calmed, and the pressure in the air faded.A profound silence settled over the land.Only one presence remained—the calm, unwavering hum of Conri's mana zone, still active around the Bluefang Garden.Unlike the violent mana storms of earlier, Conri’s domain pulsed with quiet, controlled strength.It didn’t lash out, it didn’t tremble.It simply existed—like a silent guardian anchoring the world back into place.Outside the estate, people stood in stunned silence.Crowds had gathered beyond the gates, their eyes fixed on the estate as if trying to comprehend what had just happened.Within the estate, only a handful remained near the epicenter.These were those with the highest access—key figures of Lunaris.Zane and Zenon stood closest to the Bluefang Garden, along with Vice Leader Tyron.A few elders and representatives of powerful noble famil

“Yaaawn…”A cloud of mist escaped Oasis’s lips as he stepped out into the soft, snowy morning of Lunaris.The garden behind him, quiet and serene, was still bathed in the faint silver of dawn.Snow drifted lazily from the skies, covering the ground in a delicate white shroud.As he exhaled again, more mist curled into the air—proof of the lingering winter chill.His robe fluttered slightly with each step, and his bare feet crunched lightly against the cleared stone path before he wore his boots that he held in his hands.Even in this cold, he felt… warm. Alive.“It was thrilling being taught by someone else,” Oasis thought, a faint smile curling at the edge of his lips.“It felt just like the days I spent with Master Elias…”His gaze drifted toward the main building of the Bluemoon estate.From a distance, he could hear the clack of wooden swords, the sharp whoosh of energy being unleashed, and the rhythmic hum of mana in motion.Disciples trained with grit and passion, each one surrou