The next day...

With the very first sunrise, Leo's wing arrived at the Deotor Region. One of the soldiers from Neil's wing greeted Vice Commander Kegleio and continued, "Vice Commander, the Commander is waiting for you in the main camp."

Kegleio quickly scanned the situation but remained silent. He tapped the soldier's shoulder and moved towards the main camp.

As Kegleio moved out of sight, the soldier's empty eyes regained a flicker of emotion, which fell in the form of a tear.

After a few minutes, Kegleio reached the main camp and greeted Leo. "Commander, what happened here? Why has everyone lost their spirit?" he asked with worry for the soldiers, his eyes searching for answers.

Leo understood his concern. Standing from his place, he said, "Come with me." Leo began moving towards the mouth of Deptor Valley

After some time, they reached their destination. Kegleio was shocked and rushed towards the area. The sight before him weighed heavily on his heart, but he tried to control his emotions. The area was covered in debris, filled with thousands of men working to remove it. The entire location had been completely transformed overnight. As he moved closer, he saw the bodies of soldiers buried beneath the rubble.

A few bodies had been recovered, but all the soldiers were doing their best to finish the work as soon as possible.

He scanned the damage, his voice shaking with either anger or fear. He asked, "What happened here, Commander?"

Leo told him everything. Kegleio turned towards the soldiers, overcome with sadness. He said, "Why are they...?" but he couldn't complete his words, his sorrow choking him.

Leo patted his back and said with concern, "Are you alright, Kegleio?"

Kegleio raised his head, his eyes filled with tears. He tried to say something, but couldn't get a single word out.

Leo understood his unspoken question. He said, "They haven't listened at all since morning. All the remaining soldiers started this work. Even the wounded soldiers refused to rest until..." Leo paused, clenching his fists, then quickly relaxing them, before continuing, "They won't stop until they recover their fallen comrades. I insisted on helping, but I can't use my ability here. If I did, it would be even more difficult to remove the bodies of the fallen soldiers." He looked towards the soldiers. "I tried to help with manual labor, but... they refused me."

Leo recalled when he insisted on helping. He said, "'Please let me help. I can't stand here idle and let you work alone. Please let me...' One of the soldiers came near him and said, 'Commander, this is our job. You rest because you are the only one who can avenge our fallen comrades. We will make a path for you and at the same time try to recover as many bodies as possible before you have to go.'"

Leo tried to speak, but another soldier cut him off. The soldier said, "We all understand your concern, Commander. Commander Julius's safety is our utmost priority. We have to do this."

Leo understood the situation. He turned his head, trying to hide his expression, and said, "Okay then, I will leave. But please don't push yourselves too hard. Backup will be here soon."

Leo moved away, his expression a mix of sorrow, worry, guilt, and most dominantly, anger. He muttered to himself, "Only if I had arrived sooner, I must have..." He turned back towards the place that was once a valley full of life, now transformed into a coffin for many soldiers. He continued moving towards his camp, "...I would have saved some of you."

**Returning to the present...**

Leo declared, "We've already lost many lives in two days. We can't let them take more. The Royal Army will be on the move now, so we don't need to worry about Acronyia. They'll be safe."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "That person was incredibly strong, easily able to kill Julicious. But why capture him alive? If that's the case, his life isn't in immediate danger, but still..." He glanced toward the soldiers of his wing taking Neil's wing's position. "Hopefully, the soldiers finish this quickly."

**Meanwhile, in the very first camp of the Neothaliyan Army...**

Xenthiour roared, charging towards the camp's center where a long cage lay partially buried. Guards trembled, avoiding his gaze. His face was caked in blood, his red eyes burning with fury.

Xenthiour bellowed at the guards, "Open the gates! NOW!" The guards, shaking in fear, fumbled with the lock. His anger flared. "Get out of my way!" he bellowed again.

The guards scurried away. He glared at the cage and kicked it. The bars bent, creating a gap. Grabbing Julicious by the head, he threw him into the cage. Julicious began to regain consciousness and tried to open his eyes, but they wouldn't cooperate. Through heavy eyelids, he could only see a blurry vision of bars moving and the gap closing. His ears filled with Xenthiour's laughter growing louder as the cage returned to its original form.

Julicious attempted to speak, but Xenthiour's laughter drowned out his whisper. Taking this as a victory over Julicious and Acronyia, Xenthiour stormed out. On his way to his camp, he ordered the guards to cover the cage with a black cloth. As he walked, his eyes blazing with intense hatred, he roared, "Just wait! You'll all be killed by my own hands!" His laughter echoed through the camp, filling it with fear.

**Meanwhile, on Mount Ascartiya...**

Neil stood upon a rock, analyzing his predicament. "I'm trying my best to figure out where I am," he muttered. "I'm certain there's no water source on Mount Ascartiya, but still..." He peered down at the base of the rock on which he stood. It was covered in fast-flowing water.

Neil mumbled to himself, "According to my analysis, when I moved that wall, the water's direction changed. As a result, the water pushed this rock." He bent to touch the rock's surface and confirmed his suspicion. "As expected, this rock has moved due to the water pressure. It can move in a full circle, but..." He paused, then sat down, crossing his legs. He pondered for a few minutes before standing up in frustration. "I can't figure out what's going on. Forget the actual path, I'll create one with my raw strength."

Neil drew his sword, the one with the brown gem. He plunged the sword into the rock and declared, "Earth magic - Extending Earth!" To his surprise, the gem glowed, causing the rock to tremble. In an instant, it expanded, its point embedding itself in the mountain walls.

Neil, surprised, quickly pulled the sword from the ground. He looked at it, the sword now covered in brown dust with the gem still glowing. Filled with happiness and determination, he declared, "Now I'm ready..."

Neil realized something and turned his head towards the bottom of the rock. The water had completely vanished. A loud splash drew his attention. He turned his head, and at that moment, time seemed to stop for him.

Water

Water covered his legs. Power suddenly increased in volume and pressure, pushing him towards the surface. His water shield pierced through the water, crossing the surface.

He took heavy breaths and spat water out of his mouth while floating in the air. "I can't do this forever. I have to find another way, and really quick." He looked towards his feet, which had lost most of the water, and said, "Water is almost gone. I have to grab something, but I found nothing."

He scanned the area and noticed something. He looked towards the area from where the water erupted, trusting his instinct. He moved towards that area. He was about seven meters away from that place when he noticed he was falling slowly. "I have to do something," he said, looking towards his legs, which had only a little water left. "No time for this."

He moved his blade backward and then forward. Water followed his movement and sent him flying towards the wall. Before he was about to slam into the wall, he used his sword and stabbed it into the wall. He turned his head down, afraid to see the water rushing at a very high speed. In fear, his grip tightened on the sword.

He shook his head and regained his former tone, saying to himself, "There's not enough time. I have to act fast. But... where do I have to go?" Neil scanned the area and found nothing. "Only two areas are left," he said, continuing to analyze the area. "Downstream and finally..." He looked towards the wall from where water was coming out and said, "this place. The source."

Meanwhile, in the Neothaliyan Camp

Julicious started to regain his senses and suddenly opened his eyes. He scanned the area and shouted, in shock and disappointment, "Where am I? Last thing I remember was..." He continued, his face showing worry as he looked around. "Where are Yentio, Harsay? What's with this darkness? I can't even see a thing here."

After calling their names for a few moments, he sat in a corner and began analyzing the situation. He remembered what he saw before fully waking up, confirming his suspicions. He walked towards the corner and muttered, "So, I am a prisoner now. What is his intention? Why did he capture me?"

"Commander Zaren Naltar, what are you thinking? Tell me what's on your mind," Xenthiour said, sitting on the throne. The throne was covered with black and dark red cloth. In the top of the throne, a pitch-black steel blade was stabbed. Zaren thought for a while and asked, "I was thinking, what's the need to take him alive?"

Xenthiour laughed and said, "You're worried about him? And I thought you had actual concerns." Xenthiour started to move outside the camp and looked towards the sun, which was completely risen. He said, facing back towards Zaren, "Come with me. He might be awake now."

## Continuing the Story with Neil's Struggle

A monstrous wave of water surged towards him, rendering his powers useless. In that split second, Neil witnessed a horrifying sight. The mountain wall, weakened by his actions diverting the water's flow, had finally breached. The trapped water, now possessing immense volume, speed, and power, had erupted from its confinement.

Just as the torrent was about to engulf him, a deafening crack echoed. The rock beneath Neil, unable to withstand the combined pressure of the water and its own weight, crumbled apart. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as the water cascaded down, narrowly missing him.

His reprieve was short-lived. The platform he stood on began to disintegrate, and Neil found himself plummeting into the raging water. With a desperate grab, he fumbled into his pouch, retrieving the blue crystal he'd found at the entrance. Hope flickered within him as he attempted to replace the brown gem with the blue one, but before he could complete the switch, he was swallowed by the water.

The immense pressure threatened to crush him. His grip faltered, and a strangled gasp escaped his lips. Agony coursed through him, yet he persevered, managing to replace the gem just as his vision blurred. He slashed the water with his sword, but nothing happened.

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Doubt gnawed at him, but even in the face of despair, a determined voice rose within. "I can't give up," he thought. "People depend on me. I won't..."

The blue crystal pulsed with a fleeting light. Neil noticed it, but a swing of his sword produced no result. "What's wrong? Why...?" His thoughts trailed off as he struggled against the relentless water. His strength ebbed away, and water filled his lungs. His eyes fluttered closed.

"I can't die yet," he rasped, his eyes snapping open underwater. Such pressure should have destroyed his vision, but something was different. His determined gaze, surrounded by water, seemed to nullify the pressure's effects. Realizing this, he checked his sword. The blue crystal had developed a crack, and an intense blue light emanated from it. Neil attempted to speak, but as he opened his mouth, water rushed in, threatening his internal organs.

With a desperate swing, he created a small bubble of calm water around his mouth, eyes, ears, and the blade. He could feel the water forcing its way into his body. Reacting quickly, he turned his sword towards himself and formed a fine thread-like structure of water at the tip, using it to pinpoint the location of the intruding water within.

Upon contact with the thread, the rogue water calmed. Neil swiftly used his power to expel it from his body. Clutching his sword, he thought, "Can I use it to generate air?" He touched the bubble with the blade, visualizing the extraction of air from the water. But it failed. Panic surged through him as his final breath escaped his lungs. His body grew heavy, and he began to sink.

As his consciousness waned, a flicker of awareness sparked. Mustering his remaining strength, he conjured water at his feet and with a silent command in his mind, shouted, "GO!"

The water propelled him upwards. He held his sword in front, facing the direction of greatest pressure. In his mind, he roared, "I will prevail! I will not be defeated! GO!" This surge of emotion caused the crystal to glow even brighter. The blue light completely enveloped him, forming a cone-shaped water shield at his front. The water pressure lessened significantly. Gripping his sword tightly, he thrust it forward, screaming, "GO!"

After traveling for a few minutes, they reached a cage. Zaren looked towards Xenthiour, who nodded his head. Zaren ordered the guards, "Remove this cloth." The guards quickly opened the cloth, sunlight entered the cage, and everything was visible. Zaren scanned the area and saw that Julicious's body was unharmed. He looked towards Xenthiour.

Xenthiour laughed and said, "I sense blood. Have you tried to escape, Julicious?" Julicious didn't pay any attention to his question.

"Very good," Xenthiour said and started moving back towards his camp. Zaren looked towards Julicious and then towards Xenthiour, who had already covered a lot of distance. In confusion, he decided to ignore it and muttered as he ran towards Xenthiour, "I'm sure he was filled with intense hatred for you. No matter who you are, once you're here," he said, looking towards Julicious, and continued walking towards Xenthiour, "only death can help you escape."

Julicious's cage was covered with a dark cloth again. "I have to get out of here soon," he said, looking towards his blood-covered hands.

Meanwhile, in the Acronyian Royal Region

"Is everyone here?" A loud voice boomed. One of the soldiers, answering the call, came forward reading a document written on a rough, paper-like substance. He started reading the document and said, "Second Prince, we have gathered all the civilians according to the records, but we cannot rely completely on the records from last time."

That person nodded his head and said in a soft voice, "Call me Aaveer, and yes, you're right. We have to keep searching for survivors."

He paused for a moment, letting the soldier take his place beside him, and ordered in a firm voice, "Captain of the Red Knights, come forward."

A man responded to his call and started moving towards him. He knelt on one knee in front of the knight and said, "I am Captain of the Red Knights, my name is Reinteiar Telkaa." Aaveer helped him stand and said, "Please don't do this, Reinteiar. Go with your knights and search the area. If you find beasts, kill them without giving them any chance to resist."

Aaveer looked around for someone and then called out, "Captain of the Black Knights, come forward." Another person came out, and this time Aaveer simply nodded his head. Aaveer smiled in response and said, "Captain Jeolak Eligeto, prepare your knights and gather resources as much as possible." He paused and looked towards the Deptor Valley. "Our warriors will be low on supplies. We need to supply them with as much as possible so they can start making potions..." He looked towards a wooden box in the distance and continued his sentence, "Go and defeat them."

Aaveer then turned towards the soldiers he was talking to earlier and said, "Take them to safety," pointing towards the Acronyian civilians.

The royal army is rescuing civilians and killing the beasts. Julicious's unit is moving towards their next location.

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Julicious's Army Camp

"Stop here!" A strong voice ordered the soldiers. One of the soldiers near the person asked, waiting for his command.

"Vice Commander Aliyan," he explained, answering the soldier's question. "The Royal Army is on the move." He opened the golden map and studied it. Seeing only a few black energy traces in Deptor Valley, he said, "According to the map, the enemy has left Deptor Valley. We need to provide them backup. But..." He paused for a moment, noticing a swarm of black dots rushing towards them.

He ordered his soldiers, "Beasts are here! Everyone be on guard!" Within minutes, they formed their positions, waiting for the enemy. The beasts arrived shortly after. Aliyan shouted, "Soldiers, falling circle formation NOW!"

The soldiers rushed towards the beasts, launching attacks to separate them from their groups. The beasts fell for their plan, their eyes turning red with anger as they faced the attacking soldiers. The soldiers seized the opportunity to surround them. The area became filled with the blood of both beasts and humans. The roars of the beasts were countered by the sounds of blades piercing their tough skin.

After a long battle, all the beasts were defeated. Aliyan pushed the last beast's body aside. He scanned the area and noticed many of his soldiers were injured, with a few in serious condition. Fortunately, there were no casualties.

Aliyan pondered the situation for a moment and ordered, "We need to retreat for a while."

"But Vice Commander..." one soldier began, disagreeing with the order.

Aliyan looked at him and understood his concern. "Captain Malge Cestor, I understand your concern, but our priority is to protect the people of Acronyia first." He looked at the golden map, where the dark energy had completely vanished. Relief washed over his face. He turned towards Malge and said, "Backup has arrived at Deptor Valley. Now we can go protect our citizens." He raised his blade towards the sky and said in a strong, determined voice, "Acronyian army, march!"

The soldiers replied in unison, "For Acronyia! For Acronyians!"

Meanwhile, on Mount Ascartiya

Neil started moving towards the source of the waterfall. He carefully climbed the mountain. With a clang, he stabbed his sword into the wall, using a small dagger and his sword to climb. After climbing for half an hour, he reached the halfway point of the mountain.

A strong current of water rushed down at a terrifying speed, destroying everything in its path. He looked down at his shaking hands, his breath ragged. He glanced at the top of the mountain just as his dagger slipped. As a consequence, he began to fall. He quickly reacted, stabbing his blade into the wall. He slid down for a few meters before looking up again. His voice trembled as he muttered, "I have to keep moving forward."

After two and a half hours of struggle, he reached the top. He took a deep breath and tried to find a safe location. After a few seconds, he spotted a spot and muttered, "Okay, I see. This means I have to jump. Hopefully, I won't fall back into that water." He jumped and rolled to reduce the impact, still feeling pain. Luckily, his body landed out of the water. He was incredibly fortunate; a half-roll more could have resulted in a slow, agonizing death. Neil was covered in sweat and fear. He had been just inches away from the water, powerful enough to sweep him away.

Julicious searched every corner, every bar, even the floor and ceiling, repeatedly looking for anything he could use. "I have to do something fast," he thought. "I believe this is their last camp. If we defeat them now, there might be a way to help others from the Beasts."

Julicious continued his search, but disappointment filled him as he said, "There are no weapons left. They took everything." He paused, thinking for a moment, then continued, trying to motivate himself. "I'm not sure who he is, but... don't worry. I'll take their weapons. For now, my main concern is getting out of here." He looked towards the bars and said, "There has to be something I can do with them."

He remembered that when he tried to break them before, they only moved a little. He started thinking about the possibility of escape. "There will be an opening if I hit them continuously," he said, looking towards the bars. Soon, disappointment washed over him as he remembered and muttered, "No matter how hard I punch them, they instantly return to their original position."

Despite this, he moved towards the bars and used all his strength to move them. He wasn't very strong, but he tried anyway. He screamed to increase his strength, but nothing worked. "What's wrong? I feel weak now." He sat down near the bars, exhausted but refusing to accept his failure. He tried to recall everything that had happened until now.

He began muttering, "I've never felt anything like this before, not until today. In the battlefield, it suddenly happened. My strength started to increase..." He paused for a moment and continued, "Not only my strength but... I think my reaction speed also increased. Now, what was the source of that power? And more importantly, what was the tiger that actually made this possible?"

After thinking for a long time, he collapsed due to overthinking, his face facing the ceiling. He was unable to see anything in that pitch-black darkness. In disappointment, he said, "I thought about everything, but there wasn't anything special about the tiger. I haven't done anything special or extraordinary." He looked towards the bars trapping him and clenched his fists. "I'm certain that if I had that power, I would be able to get out of here and, most importantly, avenge my fallen soldiers." Julicious took a deep breath, calming himself and continuing his sentence, "Now, I have to avoid a direct fight. I'm still not sure about their strength."

He paused for a second and started moving towards the throne. After a brief moment, he reached the throne. The seat still bore bloodstains. He smiled and, rather than sit on it, ran his finger across the throne, reaching the back. His finger stopped in front of a blade stabbed into the top of the throne. He unsheathed it and pointed it towards Zaren, saying, "Commander, what will you do if I..." He purposely left his sentence incomplete.

Zaren first looked at the blade, a mere centimeter away from his neck. Covered in fear and sweat, he tried to say something, but his voice wouldn't come out. His legs were shaking uncontrollably. He saw his own death in front of him. An immense pressure rushed from Xenthiour, causing Zaren's spirit and will to break. As Zaren was about to reach his breaking point, Xenthiour moved his blade back and just smiled. The intense pressure vanished, and Zaren collapsed to the ground, his body covered in sweat and trembling violently.

Xenthiour laughed and looked towards the sword. "This used to be a prize for them, but now... This is merely a decorative piece." He turned towards Zaren, who was still lying there in the same pitiful condition. "What a disappointment..." he said, taking a deep breath to calm himself down from the disappointment of this subordinate. He continued, "I was asked to bring him alive. At first, I was confused as you are, but when I saw his eyes on the battlefield, they resembled them."

He stared at the blade and then towards the throne. With a strange smile, he jumped directly onto the throne. After settling down, he roared in anger, his voice echoing through the entire Neothaliyan camp. As a result, the tiny bits of noise coming from outside his camp turned silent. "These eyes resemble them, those whom I hated more than anyone else!" His hands started moving across his head and stopped at his eye. The rough skin near his eye area stopped his hand, his hand stopping at a scar. He continued, his voice lowering, a smile on his face, "Unlike you, Neil, I like you, but still..."

His expression changed, becoming more serious than before. His grip on the sword tightened, and he said in a harsh tone, "That's because I cannot see anyone hurting you, so I will make sure that I kill you with my own hands." He took a break and added, "I know you will be worried about them, your loved ones. So, I will take care of this matter as well."

Neil's body collapsed near the start of the waterfall. Despite his weakness and fear, he inspected himself and saw many injuries. He muttered, "Despite how hard I tried... I was unable to prevent my body from coming into contact with that water." He paused for a second and continued, "Although these injuries are not serious, I still need to recover my strength."

He looked towards the source of the water, which was completely shrouded in darkness. The rushing water and crashing waves were amplified in that region. He moved towards the darkness and sat down about halfway in. He turned back and said, evaluating the situation, "This might be alright. I'll get enough time to react if someone attacks me." With a heavy breath, he continued, turning towards the darkness, "At least I can protect myself from enemies hiding inside, but if I fall again, it will be very difficult to climb again in such a state."

After an hour, Neil had recovered his strength and stood up. He was resting, but he never let his guard down for a second. As soon as he started to drift into a deep sleep, he opened his eyes and repeated the process. He stretched for a moment and said, looking towards the darkness, "I'm ready. Now it's time to move out."

Neil started heading towards the darkness. There might be many dangers that awaited him, but that was true for everyone who put their lives on the line.

In the Neothaliyan Camp

After a few minutes, they returned to their camp. Xenthiour, crossing the entrance of the room, asked Zaren, "Commander, have you understood why I captured him rather than killing him?"

Commander Zaren, still confused, replied, "High Commander, I am unable to understand, but I noticed something." He looked towards Xenthiour, who nodded for him to continue. Understanding his meaning, Zaren continued, "I saw... his body has your blood on it." He paused and tried to gauge Xenthiour's reaction, but when he saw Xenthiour wasn't angry, he continued, "Despite your blood, his body was still normal. I didn't sense any evil energy coming from him." After taking a breath and calming himself for a second, he continued, "Even though his body was normal, there was still a strange but powerful energy flowing through him. If I had remained there any longer, I would have been forced to use my power. However, that energy isn't powerful enough to hurt me, not even a bit."

Xenthiour nodded. "Yes, you are right. But..." he said, looking directly into Zaren's eyes and continuing, "Did you notice anything else?"

Zaren was covered in sweat and fear. Xenthiour's eyes were fixed on him, filled with bloodlust, the cruel eyes that had witnessed countless lives destroyed. Zaren was losing focus as his head started to hurt. The pressure created by Xenthiour's gaze only intensified. As he was about to give up, Xenthiour's eyes gleamed. Zaren, remembering something, shouted, "Yes, eyes! His eyes weren't normal..." He looked towards Xenthiour for confirmation. Xenthiour simply smiled and came close to his ear, whispering, "Next time, if you shout in front of me..." Zaren remained silent, understanding his situation. When Xenthiour yelled at him, he continued, "...in his eyes, I mean, there's something strange with his eyes." As soon as he finished, he tried to apologize, but the pressure from Xenthiour's eyes prevented him from doing so. Xenthiour calmed himself and continued, "Yes, you're right. There is something strange about his eyes.

After staying there for a while, Julicious stood up and started moving towards the bars again. He looked closely and saw something that grabbed his attention. "What's this black liquid?" As he thought about it, a memory rushed back to him. Shock covered his face as he said, "This is the same liquid he used!" He tried to connect the dots and arrive at a conclusion. "This might be the reason the cage is repairing itself. There must be a limited supply. If I can remove this energy or just block it somehow, I'm certain I'll definitely be able to free myself. But..." He paused for a moment, disappointment creeping in. "Without a weapon, how can I..." He looked towards his empty, weak hands. His disappointment started to vanish, replaced by determination. In a determined voice, he said, "I'm not powerless. I still have hands. I don't know why you left me alive, but you're certainly planning something. But... I will make sure it doesn't work as per your desire."

Julicious moved in front of the bars, bracing himself for the pain. "I have to do this," he muttered. He extended his hand as far as he could and gripped the bar. A loud crack filled the area, followed by his scream. He tried to hold back the sound, but it was too late. He calmed himself and put his ear to the cloth covering his head. He heard no sound.

"I think this not only blocks my sight but sound as well. Then it must be both ways," Julicious said with a smile. He continued, "That means I don't have to hold back." Julicious looked towards the area where his fist connected. The bar was bent. Dark energy started to move towards the damaged area, and within a fraction of a second, the bar began to return to its original form. It took nearly three to five seconds for the repair to be complete. Julicious analyzed the situation, his face filled with a happiness that began to replace his pain. "Black energy disappeared after the impact, and a new energy was required to recover it."

Within a few minutes, he landed thousands of punches. He looked towards the bar, his face glowing with happiness. He looked at his bleeding hands, ignoring the pain. Just a few more punches.

Julicious moved his hands back, ready to attack any movement, but he froze. "Why is he here?" he said, facing the source of the power. He looked towards the bar, which started to heal itself. "I have to do this fast. Before he could find me, I must escape from here. But..." He paused and thought for a second. "Judging by that energy, he'll take at least two to three minutes to reach here, but..." He looked at his badly bleeding hands and continued, "Even if I escape, I can't defend myself in this condition. So, I guess I have to wait, Xenthiour."

After a few seconds, the bar was completely repaired. When Xenthiour removed the cloth, Julicious was sitting down, hiding his arms.

Back to the present...

Julicious started moving the bars again, grabbing them for balance. Confused, he said, "I'm certain he noticed the decrease in black energy, but still, why hasn't he done anything?" He tried to get an answer but couldn't find any reasonable one. Ignoring this, he said, "He's up to something. I must be ready for anything, but first, I have to get out of here."

Everyone is trying their best. Despite the challenges that await them, they will always fight back.

— Next time

Zellto come fast, what's this...

I am sorry,

I will Avenge you.

"Zellto"