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
After several days in the fifth dimension, the mission of the Ironfist Hunter finally reached its climax. They successfully mined the essential metals and gathered enough resources to proceed to the next stage. The atmosphere in their camp was filled with a sense of accomplishment and exhaustion, yet the spirit to continue the mission burned brightly.With all preparations made, the Ironfist Hunter group began moving towards the dimensional gate. The cold air and snow around them added to the challenges of the journey, but they remained focused on their goal. Isolde, who had now been more accepted by the team members after Evan's promise to protect her, walked among them.Some still displayed a defensive attitude towards Isolde. They remained skeptical of her presence, given her status as one of Victor's executives. However, their attitudes began to soften thanks to Evan's pledge to ensure Isolde's safety and due to her valuable contributions in previous difficult situations.Evan led
Under the flickering light of the campfire, the night felt calm, a stark contrast to the tension that lingered after the battle. Evan, sitting close to Isolde, broke the silence with a question about the boss they faced in the 5th level dimension. Everyone around him, including Aria, Celeste, and Hugo, listened intently, curious about the story Isolde was about to reveal.Isolde, her face still showing signs of exhaustion, began her tale. “Our journey through the 5th level dimension started off quite smoothly,” Isolde said, her voice softening as she recalled those moments. “We encountered various monsters, and though it was tough, we managed to overcome them with good coordination.”Everyone remained silent, focused on the story that was unfolding. Isolde continued, “However, when we reached the dimensional gate, we were met with an unexpected threat. We encountered a very powerful ice elf. This ice elf was not only skilled in combat but also wielded deadly ice magic.”Evan and his t
The wyvern flapped its mighty wings, unleashing a fierce and freezing blizzard that swept through the entire temple chamber. The sound of howling wind and the roar of snow filled the air, creating a chaos that threatened to destroy everything around them. Some members of the team were thrown back by the force of the storm, struggling to stay on their feet amidst the turmoil.Zeke, quickly realizing the dangerous situation they were in, began issuing orders with a firm and commanding voice. “Don’t be swayed by the storm! We must stay focused and attack from different angles!”Aria and Celeste immediately followed his lead, launching their attacks on the wyvern with well-trained precision. Aria used wind magic to create sharp slashes that could cut through the wyvern, while Celeste hurled her daggers with deadly accuracy. Jena, the ice mage, unleashed powerful ice attacks in an attempt to counter the wyvern’s blizzard.Isolde, though still dazed, joined the battle. With all her strength
In the Fifth Dimension, Evan sensed that their situation was deteriorating. Having observed from afar until now, he finally decided to intervene. Isolde, who was in the midst of the battle, felt confused. Why had Evan, who previously seemed so powerful, not directly engaged in the fight? Was the power he displayed in the tent just an illusion? As the battle intensified and the Ironfist Hunter team began to falter, Evan realized that the time had come to reveal his true abilities.Evan began to prepare an ancient spell that Dragomir had taught him. This spell, an essential part of Dragomir's teachings, was designed specifically to deal with wyverns and dragons. Dragomir had once told Evan that if he ever encountered a wyvern or dragon, he should try not to kill them at first. As a descendant of the dragon race, Dragomir believed it was important to attempt to subdue these creatures in a more enlightened way. However, for the cursed falling dragon race, Evan was permitted to kill them i
In Baigor, a heavy atmosphere of grief and anger enveloped the city following the catastrophic disaster that had befallen them. With 19 of the city's finest guardians perishing in battle, only Amon Black remained, gravely injured. This loss was not only a devastating blow to the great city but also sparked a wave of chaos and panic among the citizens and the warriors.Delfina Fox, the leader of Baigor's safe zone, known for her wisdom and deep concern for her people, was now consumed by confusion and rage. She sat in the darkened meeting room, her face serious and full of anxiety. Before her, a map of Baigor and critical notes were scattered across the table. In her heart, Delfina wondered how Victor Draven, their archrival, could conquer the sixth-dimensional gate—something many considered nearly impossible.Delfina knew that Victor's success required not just extraordinary strength but also an incredibly clever strategy. Victor, with his cunning and power, always managed to surprise