The winding paths and towering buildings of the inner city left Vaila in awe. She craned her neck to take in the intricate architecture, her crimson eyes sparkling with wonder. “Why are all the houses so tall?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. Castor walked beside her, chuckling at her amazement. “The inner city’s space has always been limited, and expanding outward is expensive. Instead, the city planners decided to build upward. Most of these structures are older than both of us put together.” “That’s incredible…” Vaila trailed off, staring at the stone facades, each etched with carvings and ornate details. “They’ve also reserved the villas for visiting nobles, ambassadors, and dignitaries,” Castor continued, gesturing toward the luxurious mansions dotting the horizon. “Apart from the Duke’s palace, his family’s estate, and housing for high-ranking officials, almost no one lives here permanently.” As they passed rows of two-story shops, Castor pointed them out. “

Vaila lay on the altar, staring blankly at the stone ceiling as Janice moved her hands slowly over her body. A soft, bluish light glowed from Janice’s palms, tracing over Vaila like a searchlight uncovering hidden truths.Janice let out a quiet sigh. “It’s worse than I thought,” she murmured, her voice tinged with regret.Vaila turned her head, eyes wide. “So you can’t help me?” Her chest tightened, the faint hope she had clung to starting to crumble. She hadn’t allowed herself to dream of a miracle, but Janice’s earlier confidence had given her a sliver of optimism. Now, it felt like it was slipping away.“I can help,” Janice said, hesitating. “But not as easily as I’d hoped. Your condition is... unique.”Vaila sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the altar. “Unique?” she asked, her voice trembling. “What does that mean?”Janice offered a sympathetic smile, brushing a lock of white hair from Vaila’s face. “It means you’re special. Extremely rare, actually. Your condition stems

Talon and Orthur entered the cave, following the rest of the team. The mental world and the real world—both at once—was one of the best perks for anyone with a Mental-type profession. Not all Mental types could pull it off, but most could.Talon paused after a few steps. Orthur, walking ahead, turned back."Let’s go," he said.Talon shook his head. "I’ll stay behind, to make sure it doesn’t wake up."Orthur raised an eyebrow. "We don’t have time for that. How long do you think you can hold it?"Talon understood what Orthur was asking: how long he could keep fighting the creature in the mental world. He smiled. "As long as it wants."Orthur hesit

Magnus didn’t flinch when the attack hit him. Ash covered his chest, but his smile only grew wider. “Good! You want a fight? Then come on!” he yelled, his voice full of crazy energy.His body shifted, freezing into a solid mass of ice, the kind that looked like it could withstand any blow. He darted back into the dust storm, just as Brythan was thrown out of it. Brythan landed hard, his body twitching and shaking, clearly still reeling from the lightning that had slammed into him during his fight with the goblin.The goblin leader was quick. A ghostly gate opened behind him, pulling him toward it with a strange suction force. But instead of retreating, the goblin shot forward like a bolt of lightning, streaking toward Xara. In the blink of an eye, it slammed a lightning-charged fist straight at her head.Last Updated : 2025-01-14