After the meeting held to discuss plans to re-enter the sixth dimension, Gideon quickly sought out Victor in his office. The room was dark, illuminated only by a few dim lights that cast long shadows on the walls, reflecting Victor’s ever-dark and ambitious mood.Gideon, who had been loyal to Victor for a long time, reported with calm yet palpable tension. "Master Victor, there’s a problem."Victor turned his gaze towards Gideon. "What happened?"Gideon then explained, "Isolde refused our plan to return to the sixth dimension. She didn’t just refuse, but also brazenly left the meeting, disregarding the threat I issued."Hearing this report, Victor’s cold, sharp eyes narrowed. He stood from his chair with slow yet deliberately controlled movements, filled with suppressed anger. "Isolde," he said, his voice flat yet laced with danger, "has been a thorn in my side for too long. Her loyalty has always been half-hearted, and now she dares to openly challenge my plan."Victor paused for a m
After escaping from her destroyed home, Isolde rushed towards the dimensional gate, her body battered and exhausted. As soon as she entered the gate, she was met with a fierce snowstorm, making the already ominous and terrifying atmosphere even worse. The biting cold wind and relentless snow reduced visibility to almost nothing, but Isolde kept moving forward, relying on her extraordinary resistance to the cold.Isolde struggled against the extreme cold and overwhelming fatigue. Each step felt heavy, and the frigid air made it difficult to breathe. The ice magic within her body helped to stave off the cold, but the wounds she had sustained only worsened her condition. Memories of her mother, Isya, being killed by Aisling, haunted her thoughts as she pushed forward.As Isolde trudged on, her thoughts drifted back to the intense battle with Aisling and Romano. Aisling's shockwave had destroyed everything around her, while Romano's unmatched physical strength made it nearly impossible fo
Hugo, who had been observing from behind, stepped forward. "Are you sure this is the right decision, Evan?" he asked, his voice filled with doubt. Evan gazed deeply into Hugo's eyes before responding. "No one can say for sure what's right or wrong here, Hugo. But I know one thing—leaving someone to die without trying to help them isn't a path I want to take." Hugo nodded, though he remained cautious. "Alright, we'll bring her along. But we must stay vigilant." They continued their journey at a quick pace, searching for a safe place to rest and tend to Isolde. Their minds were filled with questions—why was Isolde here, in such a dire state? What exactly had happened to her? And how would this affect their mission going forward? Meanwhile, on Evan's back, Isolde remained unconscious, but within her weakened mind, the shadows of battle and betrayal continued to haunt her. The brutal fight against Aisling and Romano, her mother's death, and her painful escape... all swirled in the dar
After the formation of the Guardian Association, the process of registering and organizing the Guardians according to their ranks began. Guardians who had received their official ranks were now grouped and prepared for dangerous missions, including the exploration and conquest of dimensions that matched their power levels.High-ranking Guardians like Amon Black and Gideon Vance quickly became the center of attention. They, along with other Guardians in the SS and S rank categories, were tasked with facing the most dangerous dimensions. Meanwhile, Guardians with ranks from A to D were given more targeted missions aligned with their capabilities, ensuring that every level of strength was maximized in operations across various dimensions.In Victor’s office, a tense atmosphere lingered as Gideon, filled with a sense of duty, came to apologize. Gideon was disappointed for not achieving the first rank in the global ranking. Although he had earned an SS rank and was classified as a legendar
After several days of travel through harsh and dangerous terrain, Evan and his team finally arrived at the Ironfist family camp. They were greeted by the sight of large tents set up at the edge of a mine, with bustling activity all around. The miners, who appeared to have been working hard for some time, looked exhausted but remained determined.Evan carefully surveyed the camp, noticing how efficiently it was organized. Some members of the Ironfist team were processing the metals they had mined, while others kept a watchful eye on the surrounding area, clearly alert for any threats from the fifth-dimension."Welcome back," greeted Zeke, who had been tasked with guarding the camp while Evan and his team ventured further. "I'm glad to see you all in one piece." Zeke then noticed someone on Evan's back. He remembered that only Aria, Celeste, and Hugo had left with Evan. "Who is that?" Zeke asked, curious."She's Isolde, one of Victor's executives."Evan's response took Zeke by surprise.
Isolde woke up drenched in sweat, her heart pounding in her chest. The nightmare about her mother's death, Isya, still felt all too real. In her dream, she saw her mother lying lifeless before her, with Aisling Queen standing nearby with a wicked smile. Darkness and despair wrapped around her, as if there was no hope left.As Isolde opened her eyes, she found herself in a warm and cozy, unfamiliar tent. The soft light from a lantern illuminated the tent's interior, and the sound of wind blowing outside added to the peaceful atmosphere. She lay on a comfortable mattress, wrapped in several warm blankets. Yet, the discomfort and worry still lingered in her mind.Isolde slowly sat up, trying to calm her breath. She felt confused, wondering how she ended up here and who had brought her to this place. Gradually, she began to recall the last events before she fainted—a fierce battle against Aisling and Romano, and how she escaped into the dimensional gate, barely alive.When Isolde tried to
In a cave hidden from the dimensional storm raging outside, a heavy silence filled the air. Isolde Vesper, once known as “The Frost Queen,” now appeared weak and fragile. Her long white hair, which once radiated power, had been cut short, mirroring the shattered state of her spirit. Horrific wounds marred her body, remnants of a battle that had nearly claimed her life. The Ironfist Hunters, led by Evan Walker, had managed to save her from the brink of death, but they now faced a difficult moral dilemma. Isolde had once been the right hand of Victor Draven, their most feared enemy. Her presence among them stirred boiling tensions, with some members demanding her immediate elimination. However, Evan, with his strong leadership instincts, decided to give Isolde a chance to explain herself. That night, after the situation had somewhat calmed, Evan approached Isolde. He found her leaning against the cave wall, her breathing heavy and irregular. Despite her dire physical state, Isolde’s
City of Baigor, renowned for its grand architecture and bustling streets, was filled with an overwhelming excitement that echoed through every corner. Today, the entire city had gathered to witness the departure of Amon Black and his team of guardians. Cheers reverberated in the air as flags fluttered atop buildings, adding to the festive atmosphere.Amon Black, now hailed as the strongest guardian in the world, walked confidently amidst the crowd. His tall frame and unwavering gaze spoke of an indomitable resolve. He wore a long, black cloak that shimmered under the sun, while his iconic weapon, a massive sword rumored to tame beasts from other dimensions, hung on his back. Behind him, 20 chosen guardians from the city of Baigor followed in firm steps, forming a solid line.As they marched through the streets, the city's inhabitants cheered, calling Amon's name with fervor. They tossed flowers onto the path, creating a beautiful carpet of colors beneath the guardians' feet. Children