After everyone’s order arrived—ranging from steaks to sandwiches and, of course, a couple of pizzas to settle the “great debate”—the group started to dig in. The lively chatter at the table carried on with everyone throwing in jokes and stories between mouthfuls of food. However, Maria, mid-bite of her sandwich, froze when her eyes landed on the restaurant’s door.Standing there, like a silent shadow, was Sara, watching Danial with a look of intense seriousness, her arms crossed, and an unreadable expression on her face.Maria blinked and thought, What the hell is Sara doing here? She racked her brain, remembering that Sara was supposed to be in the middle of training with Gareth for the upcoming Ancient Ruins mission. She shot a glance at Danial, wondering if he knew.Curiosity sparked, Maria cleared her throat and asked, “Danial, what have you been doing this week?”Danial blinked, momentarily caught off guard. He thought for a second, clearly trying to come up with something casual.
Danial took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then asked, while tapping the table, "Enough about me. What have you all been doing?"The moment the words left his mouth, the atmosphere shifted. It was as if the entire restaurant had dropped a few degrees. The cheerful chatter around them became background noise as Danial's friends seemed to collectively shrink into themselves. Heads lowered, shoulders tensed, and no one dared meet his eyes. It was as if a cloud of dread had settled over them. Danial, now unnerved, blinked in confusion.Danial leaned back slightly, eyebrows raised, as the dark and ominous atmosphere weighed on the group. His curiosity was quickly turning into dread as his friends all seemed to shy away from his question, evading his gaze as if they had been through something unspeakable."Guys... seriously, what's going on? Did something happen?" Danial asked, his voice tinged with concern. His eyes darted to Kuro, who looked like he was sweating bullets, keeping his h
Leonard returned from the washroom, his usual cool smile in place, only to be greeted by the sight of Danial and Pavan still bickering like children. Kuro was visibly stressed, sitting between them, desperately trying to calm the chaos. The tension in the air was thick, but there was also an underlying sense of absurdity that made the whole scene almost comical.Leonard raised an eyebrow as he slid back into his seat, nodding toward the group. “What did I miss?” he asked, his tone light but curious.Kuro, with a deep sigh of exasperation, threw his hands in the air. “These two buffers are arguing over the most useless topics ever!” He gestured toward Danial and Pavan, who were still glaring at each other with arms crossed. “And now it's escalated into... whatever this is. Honestly, I should’ve reconsidered my life choices before joining this group.”Maria burst out laughing, clutching her stomach with one hand and wiping a tear from her eye. “Kuro, you should have reconsidered ages ago
As Danial and his friends arrived at the academy, the air buzzed with excitement and anticipation. They bid each other goodbyes, each heading to their respective dorms, laughter and promises to meet up echoing in the hallways. Despite the day's events weighing on him, Danial felt a surge of energy. Sleep wasn’t on his agenda tonight.He sought out a quiet training hall, finding a secluded corner bathed in dim light. Settling down, he closed his eyes and began to cultivate Titan's Endurance. In his mind, he envisioned his internal energy swirling through him, circulating as he focused intently. He felt the familiar strain on his meridians and blood vessels, but this discomfort was a small price to pay. With determination, he slipped into a meditative state, letting the world fade away as he immersed himself in cultivation.Hours passed. Before he knew it, the entire night had slipped by. Morning light broke through the windows, casting warm rays across the hall. As he opened his eyes,
Danial sat back down, his eyes still closed as he steadied his breathing. The morning light cast a gentle glow over the quiet training hall, but inside his body, the storm of energy churned as he cultivated Titan’s Endurance once more.Minutes turned into hours, and Danial remained steadfast, pushing his limits. His mind slipped deeper into the cultivation state, detached from the physical world around him. He could feel the tension in his muscles loosening, the strain on his body becoming more bearable as his endurance grew, bit by bit. Each pulse of energy left him more attuned to his body, sharpening his senses. Everything was focused on one goal: breaking through.Then, a sudden noise disturbed the silence.His ears twitched, and his eyes flickered open. For a moment, he thought it was just other students arriving for their morning practice. But the sound was more distinct—footsteps, several of them, accompanied by muttered voices. There was a certain arrogance in the way the step
The man grinned, a sickening smile that made Danial’s stomach churn. “I’m here to test you, of course,” he said, the amusement clear in his voice. But there was something deeper, something more menacing behind his words.Before Danial could react, the man vanished from his spot, reappearing directly in front of him in an instant. His speed was terrifying. Danial’s eyes barely had time to widen in shock before the man’s fist was coming straight for him.So fast!Danial raised his arms just in time to block the strike, but the impact was devastating. The punch landed with a thunderous force that sent shockwaves through Danial’s body. He was hurled backward like a ragdoll, crashing into the stone wall behind him. The wall cracked under the force of the blow, and Danial felt a sharp pain shoot through his chest. Blood spurted from his mouth as he collapsed to the ground, struggling to regain his breath. His arms trembled from the sheer force he had just absorbed.That punch…it wasn’t just
Danial's entire body shook as the pain became unbearable. He fell to one knee, gasping for breath, watching in despair as the Curse King loomed over him, hands forming that ominous dark-red orb. The sheer malevolence radiating from the sphere chilled Danial’s spine. His vision blurred, his mind racing."Damn it! Where are the professors? Where are the masters?!" Danial screamed inwardly, his heart thundering in his chest. “Where is Elysia? Where is Master Marvin? Am I really going to die here?”The Curse King’s cold smile widened as though reading Danial’s thoughts. “I know what you did,” he said, his voice smooth and venomous. “That roar... It wasn’t just a desperate attack. It was a call for help. An attempt to alert the academy, to summon your so-called protectors. A clever tactic, I’ll admit.” His eyes gleamed with twisted amusement. “But, unfortunately, boy, they’re too late.”Danial’s blood ran cold. He struggled to push himself up, his arms trembling violently, but his body was
Then, everything went silent.Danial’s eyes shot open, and for a moment, he couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. The unbearable pain was gone. His body felt strangely light, and when he looked down no blood. No more cracks in his skin, no blood, no excruciating pain. He felt… normal. He patted his chest, his arms, and his legs, searching for any sign of the curse, but there was none. It was as if it had never existed.He touched his chest, expecting to feel the lingering effects of the curse—but there was nothing. He was completely healed.But as his sense of relief started to settle in, Danial realized something was wrong.“What… happened?” he muttered, his voice echoing in the eerie silence. He stood up, taking in his surroundings, and his blood ran cold. The world around him was nothing like the academy. There were no walls, no doors, no familiar sights—just endless, boundless darkness. The ground beneath his feet was cold, stone-like, but there was no end in sight to the a
Santigo leaned back in his chair, the flickering light casting long shadows across the room. His smile stretched wider, full of mockery and malice, as his gaze shifted lazily between Danial, Pavan, and Crystal. "Took you long enough," he drawled, tapping his fingers on the armrest. "I was almost about to start another session with Kuro, but you arrived on time. Tsk tsk, what a pity."Danial’s eyes darted to Kuro, his chest tightening at the sight of his friend slumped over, bruised and barely conscious. Rage bubbled beneath his calm exterior, his fists clenching so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. He knew what "session" meant—and judging by Kuro’s state, it was far worse than he’d imagined.Gritting his teeth, Danial stepped forward, his fists clenching at his sides. “What do you want from us, Santigo?” His voice was low but edged with anger. “We’ve never crossed paths. We have nothing to do with you. So why drag Kuro into this?”Santigo waved his hand dismissively as if bru
The trio made their way through the desolate industrial district, their steps echoing faintly against the cracked asphalt and rusted pipes that sprawled across the ground. The Lapanzo Foundry loomed in the distance—a massive husk of steel and concrete, its faded name barely visible on the old factory’s rust-eaten board. Broken windows and gaping holes in the walls stared back at them like the hollow eyes of a corpse, and the air was heavy with a metallic tang mixed with an unexplainable decay that clung to their senses.There were no birds, no stray dogs, not even insects. The silence was unnatural, almost suffocating. Each breath they took felt too loud as if the factory itself might hear them.Pavan looked around, his face pale and his voice just above a whisper. "Yeah, this is the place where I’m going to die."Danial shot him a sideways glare. "No one is going to die." His voice was steady, but his jaw was clenched.Ahead, the board with “Lapanzo” scrawled in faded letters jutted
Danial sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers interlocked and his face stoic, though his mind churned with conflicting thoughts. Pavan, pacing back and forth like a caged animal, threw his arms up in frustration. "Danial!" Pavan snapped, his voice rising. "Are you even listening to me? How can you sit there so calmly when Kuro’s life is on the line? And Crystal—she’s a target too!" Danial finally looked up, his eyes sharp and cold. "Calm? Do I look calm to you, Pavan? I’m just not panicking like you are. If we lose focus now, Kuro’s as good as dead. And if Crystal gets caught in this... it’ll be worse." Pavan stopped pacing, running a hand through his hair. "Then tell me, what’s the plan? What are we doing? Because I can’t just stand here waiting for them to kill Kuro." Danial leaned back, exhaling deeply. "We can’t afford to act recklessly. Whoever this is, they’re not some common thug. They know Kuro’s strength, and they still managed to take him down. That tells me this is pers
Santigo paced around Kuro, his leather boots thudding against the cold, damp concrete floor. The dim overhead light flickered sporadically, casting ominous shadows across the room. The sharp edges of Santigo's features seemed exaggerated in the erratic glow, giving him an almost predatory appearance."Ah, cousin," Santigo drawled, his tone mockingly sweet as he circled Kuro. You look so pitifully tied up like this. I must say, it suits you—a star brought down to earth, groveling in the dirt."Kuro's wrists were bound tightly behind his back, and his legs were shackled to the chair he was forced to sit on. His clothes were torn, and his breath was ragged, but his eyes burned with a fiery defiance that refused to be extinguished.Santigo crouched down to meet Kuro’s glare, his grotesque grin widening. "Tell me, cousin," he whispered, his voice laced with venom, "how does it feel to have the tables turned for once? To be... insignificant?"Kuro’s chest heaved, his breath shallow but stead
Pavan’s hands shook uncontrollably as he processed the words he had just heard. His friend’s life was hanging by a thread, and the weight of the situation bore down heavily on him. His normally composed demeanor was in tatters, replaced by fear and anxiety.Danial, though visibly calmer, felt a storm brewing within. His sharp mind worked through the possibilities, piecing together how this could have happened. Kuro is strong, far stronger than most people realize. For someone to have captured him, this isn’t just about strength—it’s planning, manipulation… or something far worse.Pavan’s voice broke through Danial’s thoughts. “D-Danial, we can’t handle this on our own. We need to go to the authorities, to someone who can—”Danial interrupted, his tone firm but low. “We can’t.” His eyes locked onto Pavan’s. “You heard him. If we go to the authorities, Kuro’s life is the first thing he’ll take.”Pavan clenched his fists, frustration, and helplessness written all over his face. “But… wha
The emissaries from Emsgate couldn’t hide their broad smiles as Tanya descended the arena steps. Their demeanor was almost triumphant, as though Tanya’s victory over Viktor was a personal affront to Somerland. Tanya, however, walked with a quiet pride, ignoring the subtle gloating. Behind her, the terrain of the arena shifted and morphed back to its original flat state, the transformation accompanied by a low rumble.Viktor, meanwhile, trudged down the steps on the opposite side, his head hung low. The sting of defeat gnawed at him, and the weight of representing Somerland felt heavier with each step. In his heart, he felt as though he had disgraced his homeland.Waiting for him near the entrance was his master, a tall man with graying hair. The master’s sharp eyes softened as Viktor approached, clearly burdened. Placing a hand on Viktor’s shoulder, he spoke firmly yet kindly:“Viktor, just because you lost does not mean you failed to prove your worth. Your worth is measured by how ha
Elyisa put her hand into the ballot and took out two folded paper slips. She unfolded the slips with an air of authority. “Tanya from Emsgate and Viktor from Somerland,” she announced, her voice echoing throughout the stadium. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the audience as she reached into the twist and terrain ballot. Unfurling the next slip, she declared, “They will be fighting in a mountainous area. They will have to complete the fight in under four minutes, or both participants will be disqualified.”The crowd erupted in a cacophony of cheers and startled whispers.“Four minutes? Is that even enough time for a proper fight in such rugged terrain?” one spectator exclaimed.“And they’ll both be disqualified if no winner emerges? That’s brutal,” another muttered, shaking their head.The tension was palpable as Tanya, seated among the participants, felt a pang of nervousness grip her chest. Her hands balled into fists on her lap as she stared at the giant screen displaying her name
As the first rays of sunlight graced the sprawling Capital, a vibrant energy filled the air. The second day of the Tournament of Sovereign Might had arrived, and the anticipation was palpable. Crowds thronged the streets, surging toward the massive stadium like waves, eager to secure their seats. Yesterday's attendance had been monumental, but today, it seemed to have doubled. Vendors called out, selling snacks and memorabilia, while children tugged at their parents, buzzing with excitement. The tournament fever had gripped the Capital, and all eyes were on the arena.Inside the stadium, the atmosphere was electric. Spectators filled the stands, the din of their chatter building into a crescendo. The VIP sections gleamed with luxury, reserved for the most influential figures in society: the Greatest Families. Clad in their signature styles, representatives from these families arrived in a display of opulence and prestige, each taking their place in the exclusive area.In the Kirk fami
Maria’s fingers gripped the arms of the chair tightly as she stared at her grandfather. Her usual composure wavered, replaced by a mix of shock and unease. It was rare for her to confront Quintan like this, but the stakes had grown too high. She needed clarity, not half-truths or vague reassurances.Quintan tapped his fingers rhythmically against the polished wood of the desk, his expression unreadable as he studied her. Finally, he leaned forward, his gray eyes sharp and piercing.“What questions do you want to ask, Maria?” he asked, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of weariness.Maria didn’t hesitate. She had been holding this in since the mission’s disastrous conclusion. “Grandfather, I want to know what’s going on with the Demonic Cult. Why are we conducting reconnaissance missions on them instead of mobilizing the Gods of War? They would annihilate the cult without a second thought. Why hold back? What is the status of Rowan and Lysandra? And what about Nina?" Her fis