Three thousand years ago, in a world bathed in the soft hues of a tranquil morning, a figure stood among the rolling hills. This figure, a man of ethereal beauty, was adorned in a full body of light blue color, as if he were woven from the very essence of the skies. His presence was a testament to his otherworldly nature, and he observed the world below with an expression that radiated both curiosity and contemplation.From behind him, a soft voice called his name, "Liovane."The man, known as Liovane, turned with a warm and enigmatic smile. His gaze fell upon an older woman who approached him with an air of grace and wisdom. She was Lyrastra, his sister, and she possessed an aura of calm that seemed to envelop her like a protective shroud."Sister Lyrastra," Liovane greeted her, his voice carrying a touch of playful affection.Lyrastra, her eyes bearing the weight of responsibility, inquired, "What are you doing, Liovane?"Liovane's gaze returned to the world below, where the people
On the other world…Liovane found himself in a world that seemed to burst with life, an urban landscape teeming with people, noise, and vibrant colors. It was a stark contrast to the tranquil realm he had known. He blinked rapidly, his irises constricting in response to the sudden burst of light that enveloped him, and his ears strained to make sense of the cacophony that filled the air.The bustling crowd in front of him was a veritable sea of faces, each one distinct in its own way. He noticed individuals with various skin tones, clothing styles, and an astonishing array of languages being spoken.It was a sight that left him in awe, and he couldn't help but mumble to himself, "Where is this?"Amidst the sensory overload, an unexpected intrusion snapped him out of his daze. He felt a warm, wet sensation on his leg, and to his disbelief, a dog had relieved itself on him. The dog, perhaps oblivious to its transgression, quickly scampered away, leaving Liovane both startled and irritat
Liovane continued to walk through the bustling market, his hunger pangs growing more insistent with each passing step. His stomach seemed to protest loudly, reminding him of the importance of finding sustenance in this strange world.As he wandered through the lively marketplace, a delectable scent wafted through the air, teasing his senses and making his mouth water. The aroma led him to a food truck, and he stopped to watch as people eagerly approached, exchanging coins for plates of what appeared to be savory delights.A sense of dejection washed over him. He had no money to purchase the food that beckoned so tantalizingly. He stood there for a moment, simply watching others enjoy the meals he couldn't afford.Then, as if by some miracle or perhaps a stroke of kindness, an elderly woman who was overseeing the food stall spotted him. With a warm and inviting gesture, she called out, "Young one, come here!"Liovane hesitated at first, but her smile put him at ease. He approached the
As the pain in his battered body surged, Liovane made a determined effort to sit up. His gaze locked onto the small beetle, slowly crawling across a leaf. With a deep breath, he extended his hand toward the tiny creature. A bluish light radiated from his hand and enveloped the beetle.The transformation was both swift and astonishing. The modest beetle began to grow in size, its form morphing into a monstrous and intimidating creature. The once-defenceless insect now stood as a formidable, nightmarish entity.The group of men who had previously attacked Liovane found themselves suddenly confronted by this terrifying apparition. Panic swept through their ranks, and they scrambled to distance themselves from the otherworldly menace. But their efforts proved futile as the beetle monster, now under Liovane's control, lunged at them with unrelenting ferocity.The ensuing chaos was swift and merciless. The men who had threatened Liovane moments ago found themselves facing a relentless foe.
2 years later…Liovane had truly embraced this world as his own. His one-time desperation to find a way back to his original world had given way to a newfound sense of belonging and purpose. The immense power he had acquired, drawn from the souls of the creatures in this world, had transformed him into a formidable being.As he stood in his workshop, his surroundings cluttered with mystical instruments and concoctions, Liovane was in the final stages of a project he had been working on for a year. Before him were five glass jars, each containing a unique creation of his own making.These hybrids were the result of merging different animal species, a testament to the incredible abilities he had harnessed.The first glass jar held a creature that was part octopus and part squid, a formidable and enigmatic being. Liovane had given it the name Krakensaur. The subsequent jars held equally intriguing hybrids, each a testament to his burgeoning mastery.He had mixed and matched animals, crea
In the days following Liovane's return to their magical dimension, Lyrastra couldn't help but feel a subtle shift in the very fabric of their world. As she gazed across the vast expanse of their realm, her thoughts often wandered, a sense of unease lingering in her heart. It was as if she had become attuned to the currents of energy that flowed through their dimension, and now something felt different.While she was lost in her thoughts, a familiar presence drew near. Splash, the lively blue slime she had created during Liovane's absence, hopped over to her. Lyrastra smiled as she reached down to gently pat the small creature. She often turned to Splash for companionship and support during her long, solitary wait.Lyrastra couldn't help but voice her concerns to the little slime, her voice a soft murmur, "Splash, do you sense anything strange about Liovane?" She studied the creature's translucent, gelatinous form, hoping for some insight.At first, Splash remained silent, his expressi
Lyrastra sat among the curious onlookers, her aged disguise allowing her to blend seamlessly into the crowd. Beside her, Splash, in his guise as a cane, was observing the unfolding events with keen interest. They couldn't help but be amazed by the monstrous creature before them, a true marvel of the natural world.As the imposing creature took center stage in the bustling square, Splash couldn't contain his wonder. "Wow, that monster is huge," he whispered to Lyrastra. "It's estimated to be at least an SS-level."Lyrastra nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's impressive. But the Venomweaver I'm looking for is on a whole different level. It's an SSS-class monster."The square was abuzz with anticipation, and the crowd grew hushed as a soldier from the Verdantia kingdom emerged to make an announcement. His voice carried over the crowd as he explained the kingdom's intentions for the rare monster."This remarkable creature will be tamed and serve the greater benefit of the kingdom," the soldie
Lyrastra materialized in the Warren Woods, her presence like a beacon of hope in the encroaching darkness. Her arrival was met with astonishment, even from the looming Gloomreaper. It was clear to Liovane that she was more than determined; she was ready to confront him and his monstrous creation.“Liovane!” Lyrastra exclaimed while saw her brother.Startled by his sister's sudden appearance, Liovane could only manage a weak and conflicted response. "I'm sorry, sis, but I won't be outdone in strength."His words were tinged with a mixture of defiance and sorrow. The looming clash between them was unavoidable.Before words could evolve into actions, the Gloomreaper surged forward, driven by its malevolent instincts. Its shadowy form struck at Liovane, who barely managed to defend himself from the nightmarish appendages and poison laden stinger.The elemental power of their respective magics clashed in a frenetic dance of light and darkness. Splash, the loyal blue slime, anxiously cried
A week had passed since Alvin's initiation into the corporate rhythm of Graham Company. As he approached the office building on that particular morning, he noticed Marshall standing near the entrance. The two exchanged a friendly nod, and without hesitation, they walked side by side into the bustling lobby.The elevator doors opened just as they reached it, and Alvin and Marshall stepped inside. The hum of the elevator's ascent enveloped them in a brief moment of solitude. It was within this confined space that Marshall broached a topic beyond the realm of work."Hey, Alvin," Marshall began, leaning casually against the elevator wall, "how's Camilla doing these days? Last time we talked, she had just lost Richard."Alvin's expression softened at the mention of Camilla. "She's doing much better now," he replied. "She's formed a contract with Neptunis and even mastered the art of lightning magic. It's incredible how resilient she is."Marshall's eyes widened in genuine amazement. "That'
With the introduction to his new workplace, Alvin felt a mix of excitement and anticipation. Sophia led him to the 3rd floor, where his workstation awaited. Upon entering the spacious, well-lit office area, Alvin noticed the hum of productivity and the scent of freshly printed documents.Sophia directed Alvin to a desk where a woman was working diligently on her computer. Alvin's eyes widened in recognition — it was the same woman from the elevator earlier. Sophia approached the desk and tapped Felicia gently on the shoulder."Felicia, this is Alvin, our newest addition to the team. Alvin, meet Felicia, your colleague here. She'll be showing you the ropes," Sophia announced with a warm smile.Felicia turned around, her face lighting up with recognition. "Ah, we did meet earlier, didn't we? Good to officially welcome you, Alvin!" Felicia extended her hand, and Alvin shook it warmly.Sophia, pleased with the positive atmosphere, continued, "Felicia, please help Alvin settle in and guide
Alvin, with a head full of new memories and a heart carrying the weight of two worlds, stepped off the bus into the familiar hustle and bustle of the city. The urban landscape, with its towering buildings and constant hum of activity, seemed both alien and strangely welcoming after his fantastical adventures.He strolled down the busy sidewalk, a stark contrast to the forest trails and mythical creatures that once accompanied him on his journey as Arthfael. The echoes of his footsteps resonated with the rhythm of city life, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia for the simplicity of the human world."Missed this place," he muttered to himself, his breath forming a small cloud in the chilly air. Despite the bustling crowd around him, Alvin found himself longing for the solitude of the forest, where every rustle of leaves told a story and every creature held a secret.Approaching the Graham Company building, Alvin gazed up at its sleek exterior, adorned with reflective gla
A man with black shirt, still caught in the hazy transition from one reality to another, found himself in a small, cozy room. The remnants of dreams clung to his consciousness as he heard the persistent knocks on the door. The voice outside, insistent and slightly annoyed, belonged to someone who seemed to know him well."Alvin! Alvin! Wake up, it's already morning! I've cooked breakfast, and if the food gets cold, I'll hit you!"The words echoed in his ears, and Alvin groaned, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar surroundings. The name "Alvin" echoed in his mind, and he muttered to himself, asking aloud, "Who's Alvin?"Reality asserted itself, and with a jolt, Alvin's memory clicked into place. He wasn't Arthfael, the hero navigating a magical realm. He was Alvin, and this room was his own. He rubbed his eyes, willing himself to wake up from the lingering traces of the fantastical adventure.As he stirred, the room revealed familiar details—a worn-out poster on the wall, a collecti
The room, adorned with the regal elegance of the Kingdom of Dragomir, became a sanctuary for Arthfael, Valentina, and Flare. As they entered, Arthfael locked the door behind them, enveloping the space in a cocoon of privacy. The air within held a palpable weight, a prelude to the poignant moments that would unfold.Valentina, with her tiny form and delicate wings, sighed audibly. "This might be our last meeting, Arthfael. We may not see each other again."Flare, the Pyroblaze Phoenix, who had accompanied Arthfael through battles and triumphs, let out a cry tinged with sorrow. The fiery aura surrounding her seemed to flicker, revealing an underlying emotion.Arthfael, perceptive to their sentiments, inquired, "Flare, are you crying?"Flare, attempting to conceal her emotions, retorted, "No, it's just something in my eye."Arthfael, recognizing Flare's attempt to mask her true feelings, chuckled and pulled her into a tight embrace. Unlike her usual blazing form, Flare's body now held a
The night settled over the Kingdom of Dragomir, casting a gentle glow on the palace gardens. Arthfael, Camilla, Neptunis, Flare, and Valentina gathered under the twinkling stars, surrounded by the fragrant blossoms of the palace garden. The soft hum of crickets and the distant murmur of the celebration in the courtyard provided a serene backdrop.Seated on a stone bench, Camilla began reminiscing about the first encounter between her and Arthfael in the Esteria Kingdom castle during Prince Frederick's birthday celebration. The memory brought a nostalgic smile to her face."Ah, that was quite the eventful night," Camilla chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Who would have thought that a simple escape plan would lead to such extraordinary adventures?"Arthfael, leaning back against the bench, nodded with a grin. "It was a night of unexpected turns, and I'm grateful for every moment."Neptunis, the calm and observant one, added, "Fate has a way of weaving its threads in the most
The wedding celebration continued with an air of jubilation that permeated every corner of the grand hall. Arthfael, standing amidst the joyous crowd, felt a warmth in his heart as he witnessed the union of Zeke and Ian with their brides. The bonds of love, forged through trials and triumphs, now culminated in a celebration that seemed to transcend the boundaries of kingdoms.Camilla, with her innate grace, approached Zeke and Ian, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Gentlemen, it is customary at this point to seal your vows with a kiss," she announced, her voice carrying across the hall.The guests, caught up in the enchantment of the moment, erupted into cheers and applause. Arthfael, smiling at the genuine happiness surrounding him, couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of this tradition. Zeke and Ian, their eyes locked with their brides, exchanged a glance that communicated a shared excitement.Zeke, turning to Molly, took her hands in his and pulled her close. The room fell int
The day of Zeke and Ian's wedding arrived, and the air in the groom's preparation room was charged with a mix of excitement and nervous energy. The room was adorned with elegant white suits hanging on racks, symbolizing the union of two souls about to embark on a journey of love and commitment.Zeke, a mix of anticipation and nervousness etched on his face, adjusted his tie in front of the mirror. Ian, standing nearby, mirrored his feelings, his hands betraying the subtle tremor of anticipation. Both grooms, resplendent in their white suits, exchanged glances that spoke volumes about the emotions swirling within them."How are you feeling, Ian?" Zeke inquired, turning to his partner.Ian, attempting a confident smile, replied, "My heart won't stop racing, Zeke. I've never been this nervous in my life."Zeke chuckled, his eyes softening with affection. "Well, they say it's a good sign. It means you're ready for this, and so am I."As the two grooms shared a moment of reassurance, the d
Arthfael, standing in the room that served as a temporary sanctuary within the Dragomir palace, took a moment to collect his thoughts. The events that had transpired — battles fought, alliances forged, and the sacrifices made — weighed heavy on his mind. He couldn't shake the memory of Freya's selfless sacrifice, a haunting reminder of the costs endured in the face of darkness.In an instinctive motion, Arthfael raised his hand, and a holographic screen materialized before him, displaying a series of information. His eyes focused on the screen as he rotated his hand, prompting a pop-up that revealed a number: 999.Arthfael's level, a reflection of his strength and capabilities, stood at the pinnacle. The enormity of his power, however, was juxtaposed with the feeling of inadequacy that lingered within him."Freya," Arthfael murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry. You sacrificed so much for me, and yet I couldn't protect you. I was too weak."At the bottom of the holographi