Mag-log inThe sudden turn of events left Grace, Rhydian, and the others exchanging bewildered glances. They couldn't tell if the invitation was a blessing or a curse.After taking a moment to circulate his internal energy, some color returned to Dustin's pale face. He stared intently at the rainbow bridge, its enticing glow hiding something unknown. His eyes were sharp, measuring every detail. He could sense that Malthor and the others were waiting for him at the far end, inside that lavish palace."It seems we can't uncover the secrets of the Vitalis Pool without taking down the mastermind," Dustin said, slowly rising to his feet.Though his internal energy hadn't fully recovered, his eyes had regained their sharp, resolute gleam. "Stay here. I'll be back soon.""I'm coming with you," Grace said firmly, her eyes filled with resolve.He glanced at her and saw the worry and unyielding resolve in her eyes. Finally, he nodded. "Stay close behind me."She followed him across the Immortal Rec
The longsword planted before Dustin hummed incessantly as he formed hand seals. His movements were so fast they blurred into afterimages.The mystical pure energy around him, which had dimmed during the fierce battle, didn't falter. Instead, it now roared to life with even greater depth and restraint, resonating with the fundamental laws of creation itself.Dustin no longer relied on his own internal energy but had become one with the cosmic order."By the Celestial Host Judgement, I command you! Mystical Seal, lock away this evil!"His voice rang low but commanding, each word carrying the weight of divine decree. As the final word left his lips, the longsword planted in the ground erupted with dazzling cyan radiance that shot straight into the sky.Ghostly outlines of the Celestial Host began to shimmer in the void above the platform, which had long been cloaked in the spiritual mist of Vitalis Pool and the malevolent energy of the sealing rift.The vast, ancient, and majestic s
"Take your positions and protect the princess!"Rhydian gritted his teeth against the searing pain clawing at his mind and let out a raw, guttural roar. He and the two other guards summoned the last reserves of their internal energy to form a makeshift triangular defensive formation, shielding Grace, Judith, and the dying Cyprian behind them.But they all knew that before these four terrifying puppets, their defense was as flimsy as paper. Still, the fight could erupt at any moment.…Deep within Elysium Isle, the opulent palace remained untouched by the chaos outside. Wine and meat flowed freely, and the decadent music never stopped playing.Malthor's figure appeared silently on his enormous white recliner, as if he had never left at all.Lysander stopped playing his lap harp and asked with a smile, "Malthor, you're back?" Talmor and Valindra also turned their gazes toward him.Malthor ignored them. He merely reclined lazily, casually accepting the wine offered by a woman a
After passing through the dead zone, a breathtaking sight unfolded before them. At the end of the path lay an enormous circular platform constructed from white stone.The platform floated above the waters of the Vitalis Pool. It was surrounded by swirling clouds and mist, with spiritual energy condensing in the air like rain. At its center was a spring no more than ten feet wide. What flowed from this spring was not ordinary lake water, but concentrated spiritual liquid so rich it couldn't dissolve and shimmered with seven-colored radiance. It turned out this was the source of the pure vitality and spiritual energy.The moment they crossed through the Chaos Realm and stepped onto the platform, the pure spiritual energy brought no relief. Instead, a pressure heavier and more terrifying than Thymaleon's, or the chaotic laws themselves, pressed down on them like a mountain.At the center of the platform, the spring still shimmered with seven-colored spiritual liquid. Above it, the se
The area felt like a dead zone where the laws of reality itself had broken down. It was a place where even the natural order turned hostile.Cyprian, already weak and missing an arm, could no longer hold on. When the gravity suddenly doubled, his already weakened body could no longer maintain balance. Combined with the horrifying illusions constantly flashing through his mind, his foot slipped. He cried out as he fell toward the lake filled with spatial rifts."Cyprian!" Judith shouted, lunging to grab him, but a chaotic gust of warped air threw her back.Just as he was about to plunge into certain death, a figure in blue appeared beside him like a ghost.Dustin grabbed the back of Cyprian's collar with one hand. With the other, he formed a sword finger and traced several swift motions toward a seemingly calm area ahead that actually concealed densely packed spatial rifts.A low hum resonated as a strange ripple of energy spread outward. The twisted space seemed to flatten as if
"Let's move. We shouldn't linger here," Dustin said. He took the lead, stepping onto the slippery and dilapidated path with steady strides.However, Grace could sense that the energy waves surrounding him had become even more restrained than before. It was as if he were accumulating strength to face whatever unknown challenges lay ahead.The group followed in silence, the atmosphere thick and suffocating. Rhydian and the other two guards gripped their weapons tightly. Their eyes scanned the churning crimson lake, alert for anything that might surge from the depths.Judith supported Cyprian, whose condition was worsening by the minute. The corrosive effects of the dragon blood malevolent energy were causing his remaining vital energy to drain away. His eyes were beginning to lose focus.As they ventured deeper, the surrounding scenery began to change in disturbing ways. The once clearly demarcated boundary between the deep blue lake waters and the corrupted crimson zone started to







