After several days of rigorous and challenging training, Evan finally arrived at the final stage he had been eagerly anticipating—the spirit summoning stage. Under the strict supervision of Elder Aelar, Evan had to master the art of summoning, a skill only mastered by select elves. This was his final test, where he had to prove that he had understood and become one with the nature around him. That morning, the air in the elf village was fresh and cold. A thin mist still enveloped the trees, and the sunlight trying to pierce through the clouds created a magical atmosphere. In an open field surrounded by ancient trees hundreds of years old, Evan stood in the middle of a carefully arranged stone circle. This circle, according to Aelar, was the most sacred place to summon a spirit. Elder Aelar, in his green robe that blended with the surrounding nature, stood beside Evan. His old but wise face looked at Evan with hope and a hint of worry. "Evan, this is the final stage of your training,

That night, in the elders' hall located at the heart of the elf village, a tense atmosphere filled every corner of the room. This hall was a sacred place, adorned with ancient carvings that told the long history of the elves. The light from the torches hanging on the walls cast shadows of the elders, creating a mysterious and weighty impression.The elders sat around a large table made from the wood of an ancient tree, said to have existed before their village was founded. Each elder played a crucial role in maintaining the balance and harmony of the village, and tonight they gathered to discuss something extraordinarily important: the presence of Evan, a human capable of summoning all spirits, and what should be done next.A female elder named Elowen, with long silver hair and sharp blue eyes, spoke first. "Evan's ability to summon all spirits is a sign. A sign that we have a chance we've never had in thousands of years. The black dragon in East Lunaris must be stopped before it beco

Day after day passed with no significant change for the Ironfist Hunters trapped in the seventh dimension. Since their arrival on the small island, they had tried every method to find a way out—searching for hidden portals, exploring every corner of the island, even using their powers to scan for the presence of other beings. But all efforts were in vain. The island was truly isolated and seemed determined not to let them leave.At first, they all felt anxious and frustrated. As experienced hunters who were used to facing danger and challenges, being stuck in such a quiet and peaceful place felt utterly foreign. Every day, they hoped something would happen, something to break the monotony—whether it be an attack from a dimensional creature or signs of Evan’s presence, whom they were searching for. But all they had was the vast blue sea, white sandy beaches, and lush trees.However, as time went on, the anxiety slowly dissipated. Perhaps it was because they began to accept the reality

As Evan and Lyanna journeyed toward the eastern Lunaris, they walked side by side, breathing in the fresh air filled with forest scents. The clear morning sky illuminated their path, while the sounds of birds and the gentle flow of streams added to the beauty of their journey. They used this time to chat, practice, and plan their strategy."So, what’s it like being an elite force in the elf village?" Evan asked curiously, his eyes scanning the dense forest around them.Lyanna smiled. "It feels like living in a completely different world. We have an incredible peace here, and every day feels like a gift. But, of course, there’s a great responsibility that comes with it. We’re tasked with maintaining the balance of nature and protecting our village from external threats."Evan nodded. "There must be its own set of challenges. I’m sure your parents are smiling from above, proud of you."Lyanna glanced at the ground for a moment before answering. "Yes, they always supported me. But losing

News of Evan and Lyanna’s victory over the black dragon quickly spread across Lunaris. The once terror-stricken inhabitants now cheered, celebrating the freedom they had gained thanks to the courage and strength of the two heroes. That night, the villages around the eastern region were filled with the glow of torches and lanterns, marking the beginning of a grand celebration to honor the heroes who had saved them.When Evan and Lyanna finally returned to the village, they were greeted by a jubilant crowd, full of joy and gratitude. Children ran to meet them with wildflowers picked from the nearby forest, while the elders honored them with prayers of thanks. Smiles adorned every face that saw them, reminding Evan and Lyanna that their struggle was not in vain.In the village’s main square, a grand feast was quickly arranged. Long tables were laden with delicious food—fresh fruits, warm bread, fragrant roasted meat, and wine poured from large barrels. Cheerful music began to play, and p