After traversing treacherous terrain, overcoming various obstacles, and defeating rare creatures that tested their teamwork, Kaelen and his comrades finally stood at the foot of the foggy hill.
But the moment they arrived, their eyes immediately scanned the area—
Several groups were already there.
Valen Military Academy which is obviously led by the Devouring King, exuding raw, battle-hardened aggression.
Dawning of Magic Academy, with Kent standing at the forefront, has an amused glint in his eyes.
Stormfell Family, with Alaric, his posture calm but sharp as a drawn blade.
Royal Chosens, where Aric Alexandria stood with his Blade of Dawn, his gaze unreadable.
The air was thick with tension. The groups weren't just standing idly— they were sizing each other up.
Each side was on edge, fully aware that at any moment, someone could make a move.
Then— Kent broke the silence.
With his signature smirk, he spread his arms wide and spoke in a mockingly welcoming tone—
