Pervard’s mind raced as he recalled everything he knew about the Phoenix Clan."Most people might be ignorant about it, but I’ve read on hidden archives about the Volacris family in the Phoenix Clan.""Our Crimson Hand is in deep trouble. I should’ve been allowed to kill myself. My master would’ve known the moment I died."He grit his teeth in frustration, realizing that even biting his tongue wouldn’t end his life due to his advanced cultivation."We’re doomed..." Sweat dripped down Pervard’s face, and fear crept into his heart—a fear that had not been evident earlier.As the speech ended and the mood among the servants lightened with relief, Oasis instructed his guards.“You two, come with me.”The city lord went to reunite with his children, but Oasis made his way to the basement, where Rex and Pervard were held.Both men were suspended, their hands chained to the ceiling and their feet hanging limply.Oasis’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Rex, who was still feigning unconsciousnes
Seven years ago, as Elias Hawthorne was preparing to close his herb shop on a peaceful night in Riverbend Hamlet, a small village located on the outskirts of Verdantia, he had to shut early.Rumors of missing newborns were rampant, and it had been a busy day with many customers. As he closed the shop, the sound of moving carriages at high speed and horses screaming pierced the night. A banner flew into his face, bearing the emblem of the notorious Cursed Artificers Guild, which was allied with the missing babies.Chills ran down his spine as he wondered what they were doing so far east. After the silence that followed, a blast of light struck, momentarily turning night into day. The magical energy emitted shook the entire Aetheria realm.Despite his shock, Elias's body moved towards the Silverwater River. There, he found a white glossy carriage painted in blood, surrounded by a lot of dead bodies and horses.The river ran red with blood. Among the dead were members of the Cursed A
Seven years had passed since the incident that changed the course of Oasis's life.In Verdantia, a kingdom renowned for its lush greenery, dense forests, sparkling rivers, and towering mountains, the verdant beauty of nature thrived.The people of Verdantia were deeply connected to the land, with druids and elementalists harnessing the power of earth and plants to protect their homeland. In the town of Mossy Hollow, located south of the capital city Sylvaneth, life carried on amidst the tranquility of nature.Mossy Hollow was a quaint settlement nestled in the embrace of the verdant forest, its cobblestone streets winding through clusters of wooden cottages adorned with vibrant floral gardens. On a sunny day just after the last harvest, the market square of Mossy Hollow bustled with activity.Merchants displayed their wares under colorful awnings, the air filled with the fragrant aroma of freshly baked bread and blooming flowers.Villagers gathered to barter and trade, their laught
A week later...Oasis continued his clandestine training with a stick, refining his swordplay skills.Determined to grow stronger, one morning he ventured to the nearby Silverwater River to practice in solitude, away from Sister's vigilant gaze.The sight of water flowing in the river was soothing, and the breeze rustling through the nearby forest was invigorating.As Oasis immersed himself in his training, he was approached by three older boys who mocked him for his lack of magical talent."Look at him, he thinks he's a knight training with a stick. He's talentless," one of the boys sneered, earning laughter from his companions. Unfazed, Oasis continued his exercises, ignoring their taunts.But one of the boys, Bozer, grew increasingly agitated by Oasis's silence. In a fit of anger, he unleashed a poorly controlled burst of wind magic towards Oasis, intending to humiliate him.The magic manifested in the form of a sharp arrow, hurtling towards Oasis with deadly intent.Just as the mag
Cough...cough...Oasis stirred, his consciousness slowly returning as he struggled to open his eyes.Blinking against the dim light filtering through the cracks in the wooden ceiling above him, he found himself in a small, rustic shelter.The air was heavy with the scent of herbs and earth, and the crackling of a nearby fire provided a comforting warmth.As his senses gradually sharpened, Oasis took in his surroundings with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. The shelter was sparsely furnished, with rough-hewn furniture crafted from sturdy timber.Pots of healing herbs lined the shelves, their fragrant aroma permeating the air.Through the open doorway, Oasis caught a glimpse of the tranquil landscape beyond – rolling hills dotted with wildflowers, and the gentle murmur of the nearby Silverwater River echoing in the distance.It was a scene of serene beauty, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had engulfed his recent memories.Struggling to sit up, Oasis winced as a sharp pain shot
"Po..poc.. pocket " Oasis Stammer.Oasis's hand trembled with anticipation as he reached into his pocket and retrieved the small, shimmering box.As he held it, the box expanded , matching the size of what was inside. With a curious expression, Oasis carefully opened the box, revealing its intriguing contents.Inside lay a finely crafted sword, its blade adorned with ancient inscriptions in a language long forgotten.The hilt was wrapped in supple leather, embossed with intricate designs depicting mythical creatures and ancient symbols.The blade itself slightly Visible as it covered by a cloth, gleamed in the light, its edge sharp and pristine, exuding an air of power and mystery.Sir Elias's eyes widened in recognition as he examined the sword."This is no ordinary blade," he mused. "It bears the markings of an ancient language, one that predates even the oldest texts in our kingdom."Beside the sword lay a set of highly enchanted garments, crafted from the pelt of a legendary guardi
In the heart of Sylvaneth, the bustling capital city of Verdantia, the air was alive with anticipation as the Verdant Council convened to discuss an upcoming event of great importance.The gentle rustle of leaves, carried on a soft breeze from the nearby Great Forest, provided a soothing backdrop to the murmurs of conversation that filled the council chamber.Seated around a circular table crafted from the finest wood of the Great Forest, the council members, comprising druids, rangers, and representatives from the tribes of the forest, gathered to deliberate."The Whispering Woods exam is a sacred tradition that has been passed down through generations," Elder Thalara, a venerable druid with wisdom etched into the lines of her face, began."It is a time for our young ones to commune with nature, to discover their strengths, and to learn the ways of our ancestors."Beside her, Ranger Aric, a seasoned tracker with eyes as sharp as a hawk's, nodded in agreement."Indeed, the Whispering W
Everyone in awe and silent...A ripple of surprise swept through the chamber at Queen Elara's announcement, as the council members exchanged glances of astonishment.The idea of including younger children in the exam was met with mixed reactions, with some expressing concern for their safety.Queen Elara's expression softened, her eyes filled with unwavering resolve."Rest assured, my dear council members, that every precaution will be taken to ensure the safety of our children during the exam.""The Orders of Guards and Army stand ready to intervene at a moment's notice, with the Sylvan Guard and Thornwatchers poised to protect our young ones from any potential threats."A ripple of reassurance spread through the chamber as Queen Elara continued."Furthermore, all dangerous mystic beasts of the Whispering Woods have been isolated and contained.""The remaining monsters and mystic beasts that the children may encounter during their exam have been carefully selected to provide them with