
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 Artificers Guild.
Inside the carriage, a woman lay dead, protecting something beneath her stomach.
Nearby were dead mages, seemingly protecting the carriage.
As he ventured further, pondering the source of the light and what had killed the members of the dark guild, Elias heard a baby's cry coming from the carriage he had just passed.
Realizing he hadn't heard it earlier due to shock, he hurried back.
The woman had been protecting a baby boy with brown skin.
It was evident that the dead were his parents, likely of noble blood, judging by the elite mages guarding the carriage.
Alongside the baby, there was something like a magic storage box that looked locked by magic.
Such boxes were rare and not easy to get, and it was small enough to fit in a pocket.
Additionally, the baby was wearing what looked like an enchanted pendant that was radiating weak magic. Elias wrapped the baby along with the box.
His instincts urged him to leave the scene quickly. As a retired mercenary who understood the corruption in the kingdom, he took the baby and left.
The sister from the orphanage located in Mossy Hollow listened skeptically as Elias Hawthorne explained how he found the baby.
However, she had no choice but to take the baby in, especially after feeling the powerful magic a week ago.
Elias couldn't care for the baby, so he left him in her care.
Before leaving, she asked him to give the baby a name, and he named him Oasis, after the desert kingdom of Avaloria, from where his brown skin likely originated.
Two weeks after the incident, news spread of the Divine King holy magic wielder,
Sir Roland Lightbringer from the Holy Cathedral, who single-handedly destroyed the three most powerful dark guilds: the Cursed Artificers, Obsidian Shadows, and Nightshade Assassins.
Since then, Sir Roland was titled "The Divine Avenger," and no dark guilds have been seen, thanks to his example.
When questioned about his presence in the east, far from the Holy Cathedral headquarters in the kingdom of Celestia in the western side of the realm,
Sir Roland explained that he had been tracking the incidents for some time.
The newborns of Celestia were also going missing, leading him to the dark guild from the south of the realm, the Cursed Artificers, rumored to have been seen in the east.
Despite the two kingdoms not being on talking terms, he had no choice but to go there and ended up destroying all the involved guilds, including the other two.
He emphasized , "I am acting in the best interest of mine kingdom and the realm's future."
And he did conclude, declaring, "If aught resembling doth occur again to mine kingdom, the Holy Cathedral shall not tarry in its actions."
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Chapter 597: The Law of the Forbidden Sky.
“Mm… sacred beasts are truly made from a different mold,” Tyron murmured to himself, his eyes fixed on the rolling dark clouds above.“It’s no exaggeration to say that cultivation itself was copied from them.”He sat leisurely within the vast courtyard pavilion, porcelain cup resting between his fingers, steam rising in thin spirals.From below, the clouds looked like nothing more than a natural storm.His gaze narrowed as he studied the black storm advancing with eerie precision.“So basically, whoever is in front of Conri is using these clouds to pass unnoticed. Created out of thin air, yet indistinguishable from a real storm"His beard shifted slightly as he stroked it.“Indeed… one cannot tell the difference between a natural storm and that one.”“No killing intent.”“No aura leak.”“No fluctuation.”“Everything perfectly concealed.”A faint smile curved his lips.“These monsters… could launch an attack on a city, and nobody would even know until it was too late.”The sight amused
Chapter 597: The Law of the Forbidden Sky.
“Mm… sacred beasts are truly made from a different mold,” Tyron murmured to himself, his eyes fixed on the rolling dark clouds above.“It’s no exaggeration to say that cultivation itself was copied from them.”He sat leisurely within the vast courtyard pavilion, porcelain cup resting between his fingers, steam rising in thin spirals.From below, the clouds looked like nothing more than a natural storm.His gaze narrowed as he studied the black storm advancing with eerie precision.“So basically, whoever is in front of Conri is using these clouds to pass unnoticed. Created out of thin air, yet indistinguishable from a real storm"His beard shifted slightly as he stroked it.“Indeed… one cannot tell the difference between a natural storm and that one.”“No killing intent.”“No aura leak.”“No fluctuation.”“Everything perfectly concealed.”A faint smile curved his lips.“These monsters… could launch an attack on a city, and nobody would even know until it was too late.”The sight amused
Chapter 596: The Horizon of the Absolute.
Next morning.Lunalith City.Lunaris Sect.Above the clouds.The sky above Lunalith was an endless ocean of white cloud seas — soft, radiant, almost sacred in their stillness.And above that sea…Hovered Conri Bluemoon.He stood with one foot slightly forward, robes drifting slowly around him like living silk.The wind here was colder, thinner, sharper — yet it bent around him unconsciously, as if even the atmosphere understood it was not permitted to disturb him.His gaze was fixed toward the North.And from that direction—A mass of darkness approached.Not natural cloud.Not ordinary storm.A rolling wall of black thunderclouds advanced like a marching army, swallowing sunlight, swallowing sky, devouring distance.Within it, veins of violet lightning pulsed like the heartbeat of some colossal beast.The cloud did not drift.It advanced.With purpose.With authority.With arrogance.“Mm… this is indeed a bothersome situation,” Conri thought calmly.“These lizards…”“Sometimes forget
Chapter 595: From Fear to Ambition.
Few hours later, as midnight approached.Florentis City.Bal Manor.Main Hall.The Bal Manor stood illuminated beneath the deep midnight sky, its layered roofs and jade-inlaid pillars reflecting the glow of floating mana lanterns that hovered like slow-moving stars around the estate.The streets beyond the manor walls were still alive — taverns echoing with tournament stories, merchants closing late deals, nobles whispering rumors — but inside the Bal Manor, silence ruled.A heavy, ceremonial silence.Inside the Main Hall, the air itself felt dense.Eclipse Bal sat upon the main chair — the Patriarch’s seat — carved from ancient blackwood and inlaid with veins of silver mana-stone that pulsed faintly like sleeping stars.His posture was straight, composed, immovable like a mountain that had weathered centuries of storms.Across from him, seated on guest chairs of equal craftsmanship — a silent acknowledgment of status — sat Marcellia Valmorra and Elanor Bal.Elanor had only woken less
Chapter 594: The Architecture of Silence.
“Was I really going to die… if he meant to kill me at that moment?” Oasis thought as he listened to Theodore’s words.The night wind moved gently across the training field, carrying the faint scent of trees and flowers around.The torn sky above was slowly sealing itself, the last remnants of spatial distortion fading like ripples in a lake after a stone sinks beneath the surface.Oasis stood still.Too still.For the first time since entering the field, the aftertaste of danger lingered in his bones.Not theoretical danger.Not calculated risk.Real.Immediate.Final.“I think… I really need to rest,” Oasis thought.“Sometimes… no matter what you drink… no matter what pills you take… you just need natural rest.”His shoulders lowered slightly — not in defeat — but in realization.“Come to think about it now…”“I could have used Heavenly Slicing…”“I could have sliced the locked space around me…”His brows furrowed slightly.“Yet… it didn’t even cross my mind.”“I was only focused on
Chapter 593: The Horizon of the Peerless.
Oasis and Theodore stood in the training field, a few distances away from each other, ready to spar.The training ground stretched wide beneath the night sky, its surface made of layered slabs it was evident from Oasis's Perspective that they were reinforced by formation scripts.Scorch marks and scars told silent stories.The air was cool.Still.Waiting.Oasis stood in a relaxed but ready stance — a martial mage’s posture.One foot slightly forward.Shoulders loose.Fingers half-curled, ready to weave spells or shift into movement techniques at any moment.His breathing was controlled, slow, efficient.Mana rested quietly beneath his skin like a coiled storm waiting for permission to awaken.Across from him—Theodore stood like an ancient mountain.A pure martial artist stance. Feet rooted yet light. Spine straight. Shoulders open.One hand loosely behind his back, the other relaxed at his side.No aura.No visible pressure.Yet—The wind around him was wrong.“Indeed… the peak Enli
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