Camilla watched as Princess Runa's eyes flickered with recognition upon hearing her name. She had indeed heard of Camilla and her unique abilities, but the circumstances surrounding their current encounter were far from ordinary. Runa's question about their apparent age similarity was a valid one, given the disorienting nature of the dreamscape they found themselves in.Camilla maintained a reassuring smile as she explained, "It's true that I'm younger than you, Princess Runa, but in this place, time doesn't work the way it does in the real world. Here, you're trapped in memories from two years ago, when you first met Prince Drake."Runa's expression shifted as the memories flooded back, and Camilla could see the turmoil in her eyes. It was clear that these memories held a significant sway over Runa, keeping her bound to this ethereal realm.As Camilla extended her hand towards Runa, she could sense the hesitation emanating from the princess. Runa seemed torn, her desire to break free
Meanwhile, on the other side of the forest, Arthfael, Freya, and Flare pressed on, their steps determined but cautious. The dense foliage cast dappled shadows over their path, and the air seemed to grow thicker with tension.As they continued to make their way through the forest, Freya couldn't help but share her thoughts aloud. "It seems like the royal guards have been assigned to protect the members of the royal family. Remember, this is the important wedding day of Prince Drake and Princess Runa."Flare, who had been flying alongside them, looked perplexed by Freya's statement.He tilted her head slightly and asked, "Were you blocked earlier?" His bright plumage caught the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves.Arthfael took a moment to explain their earlier encounter. He recounted how, after the royal guard's announcement, they had made their escape into the forest only to be confronted by the king's personal guard, who had been posted there to prevent anyone from leaving
The forest seemed to hold its breath as Flare's attack struck true. Drake, infuriated by the sudden assault, retaliated with a ferocity that shook the very earth beneath them. His dark magic surged, a swirling vortex of malevolent energy that coiled around his outstretched hands.As Drake's counterattack lashed out toward Flare, the phoenix did his best to evade the impending onslaught. His agile wings beat against the air, desperately trying to carry him out of harm's way. But it was too late. The dark magic struck Flare's wings with a deafening explosion of power, sending the majestic phoenix spiraling to the forest floor.Arthfael's heart clenched as he watched his friend fall. Panic surged through him, and he sprinted to Flare's side. The once-majestic bird-man now lay sprawled on the ground, his fiery feathers dulled by the agony coursing through his wounded wings."Flare!" Arthfael cried out, his voice laced with fear and desperation. He knelt beside his fallen friend, his hands
With Arthfael lying battered and near the brink of death, Freya's desperate realization surged through her. She had the power within her to save him. She reached into the depths of her magical abilities, her trembling fingers clutching the precious magic ball that had been implanted within her.Without hesitation, Freya carefully extracted the glowing sphere from her being and placed it gently on Arthfael's chest. The magic ball radiated with a warm, healing light that enveloped him. Arthfael's ashen face began to regain color, and his chest rose and fell with newfound breath.Relief washed over Freya as she watched Arthfael's heartbeats return, each one stronger than the last. She had brought him back from the brink of death.However, her moment of triumph was short lived. Prince Drake, his face twisted with rage and frustration, had witnessed her miraculous act. He sneered, his voice dripping with venom as he lashed out with his dark magic."Go away, you damn fox!" he bellowed, the
Prince Drake's laughter echoed through the forest, his sinister amusement contrasting sharply with the tense atmosphere.Prince Drake’s dark eyes bore into Arthfael as he continued, his voice dripping with malice, "Very well, I'll grant your wish. I'll start with you, then your friends, and finally, I'll bring all the kingdoms to their knees."Arthfael's irritation flared at Prince Drake's menacing words, further fueling his determination. He clenched his swords tightly, the cold steel serving as an extension of his resolve. With a swift, purposeful motion, Arthfael surged forward, closing the distance between him and Prince Drake.As Arthfael charged, Prince Drake retaliated with relentless bursts of his potent black magic. The dark energy surged towards Arthfael, threatening to engulf him in its malevolent grasp. Yet, Arthfael pressed on, undeterred by the onslaught of dark power.In a display of agility and finesse, Arthfael leaped high into the air, his lithe figure soaring like a
Arthfael stood over the fallen Prince Drake, he delivered a stern warning, "Never ask Freya to obey you again, because she is not a pet."Drake, despite his injuries and weakened state, managed a strained laugh that quickly turned into a fit of coughing, a result of the damage inflicted upon him by Arthfael's relentless assault. He eventually settled into a sitting position, his eyes locked onto Arthfael with a mixture of defiance and curiosity.Meanwhile, Flare continued to circle overhead, vigilant and wary. He sensed something was amiss, and his keen eyes scanned the surroundings. Suddenly, Flare let out a sharp, urgent cry and swooped down, gripping Arthfael's clothing with his sharp beak and pulling him away forcefully.“Watch out!” Flare exclaimed.Arthfael stumbled backward, his heart racing, as Flare retreated alongside him. Freya, unable to comprehend the sudden turn of events, watched in astonishment as Prince Drake, in his weakened condition, conjured a foreboding black clo
Flare's revelation left Freya utterly shocked. She couldn't believe her eyes when Flare retrieved the moth fruit from between his wings using his beak. The moth fruit, a rare and powerful item among monsters, was used for evolution when a monster reached a certain level of power. It was a resource that was highly coveted and seldom seen."Flare!" Freya exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of concern and disbelief. "You have the moth fruit? But you're only slightly above the minimum level required for evolution!"Flare, however, seemed undeterred by the risks. He held the fresh, red fruit proudly in front of Freya, his fiery determination shining through."That may be true," Flare responded, "but doesn't that mean I've already exceeded the minimum level?"Before Freya could protest further, Flare made up his mind. Without hesitation, he devoured the moth fruit in a single gulp. The effects were almost immediate as a surge of energy coursed through him. His feathers, once dulled by th
Prince Drake, now an abominable amalgamation of black magic and malevolence, moved with an unnatural swiftness that sent shivers down the spines of his opponents. It was as if he could teleport from one spot to another, leaving them bewildered and struggling to anticipate his movements.With a wave of his twisted power, Prince Drake employed telekinesis to wrench massive trees from their roots. The colossal trees, once proud and towering, were now his marionettes, dancing to his sinister whims. He sent them hurtling through the air toward Freya, Arthfael, and Flare, their immense trunks and gnarled branches becoming deadly projectiles.Freya, her resolve unyielding despite her confinement in the malevolent chain, knew that their survival depended on swift and coordinated action. As the colossal trees surged forward, she unleashed her innate magic, a blazing fire that roared to life around her.The fiery aura engulfed the approaching trees, turning them into blazing torches that crackl