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
The earth continued to tremble beneath their feet, the heroes turned their attention to Prince Drake, whose malevolent laughter filled the air. His trembling finger traced patterns in the air, weaving dark magic that sent shockwaves through the land, intensifying the already violent tremors.Freya, her nine tails flickering with a mixture of fear and determination, approached Prince Drake cautiously. She could see the malice in his eyes, and it sent shivers down her spine. She had witnessed firsthand the depths of darkness that had consumed him, and now, in this moment of reckoning, she wondered if there was any hope left for her former friend.Prince Drake's laughter echoed through the forest, a chilling sound that seemed to taunt the very forces of nature.With a wicked grin, he spoke, Prince Drake’s voice laced with malevolence. "Finally, he will soon rise."Flare, the Pyroblaze Phoenix, who had been privy to the secrets of the ancient prophecy, immediately turned to Arthfael with
The ground beneath them continued to tremble, and the once-majestic forest now resembled a chaotic battleground. The heroes, led by Princess Runa, knew that they needed a plan to prevent the full resurrection of Krakensaur and the impending catastrophe it would bring.Valentina, the small fairy with a sharp mind, couldn't contain her anxiety. She fluttered around, her tiny wings buzzing with worry, and finally shouted, "How can we possibly stop the resurrection of Krakensaur?"Princess Runa, resolute despite the dire circumstances, turned to Valentina and explained, "I've heard tales from our ancestors. Krakensaur has a strong aversion to the Titoba plant. It was used in the past to restrain Krakensaur within the depths of the ocean."Arthfael, still catching his breath from the intense battle, was quick to inquire about the location of this plant. The urgency of their situation weighed heavily on his shoulders as he asked, "Where can we find this Titoba plant?"Princess Runa's expres
On the first day of their journey drew to a close, Arthfael, Flare, Freya, and Valentina continued their northward trek towards Mount Willard in search of the elusive Titoba plant. The setting sun cast a warm, golden hue over the landscape, signaling that it was time to find a suitable place to rest.They reached the tranquil riverbank, where the gentle flow of water provided a soothing backdrop to their weary souls. Freya, with her keen sense of their surroundings, suggested that they make camp there for the night. Arthfael nodded in agreement, recognizing the importance of replenishing their strength before the challenges of the days to come.With teamwork and efficiency, they began to unload their belongings from Freya's back. Arthfael took charge of arranging their camping equipment, including setting up a sturdy tent to shelter them from the night's chill.Flare, the Pyroblaze Phoenix, had other plans. He mentioned that he would search for fish in the river to serve as their dinn