"EVERYONE, THE WOLF FORMATION AND ATTACKS ARE FROM FIVE SIDES!"

The five sharp-eared creatures looked at each other with the guidance of the white-haired elf. But when they were focused on forming the formation, the creatures attacked first, causing all five to fall.

As they lay on the ground, the creatures vanished, leaving behind a reddish-brown smoke.

"Damn! We lost their trail," said Carlos, the white-haired elf. Or can be called an elder in Elvendria, an old castle where fairies hone their powers.

Isaura, still lying on the ground, quickly got up, ignoring the pain spreading through her body. "I won't let him get away like that!"

After saying that, she flew, using the help of stepping on some trees there. Isaura's sudden departure drew the gaze of four pairs of eyes behind her.

"Isaura!" Darius shouted. But the girl seemed to have already moved out of his line of sight.

Behind the elf who had just shouted, there was Evelyn, who appeared to be supporting Eliot as they approached. "She's always impulsive in making decisions. What if the creature attacks her?"

"You three, follow and find Isaura until you find her. That wolf is no ordinary wolf; it can hurt anyone who tries to harm it," said Carlos, the white-haired elf— the elder.

"Elder, Eliot is injured. We should let him recover his strength first," objected Evelyn, considering the condition of the elf which was not conducive.

Eliot held his stomach with one hand, trying to speak. "I'm fine. Isaura's condition is more important now."

Elder Carlos looked at Eliot with hidden concern. "Are you sure you can go?"

Eliot nodded firmly.

"In that case, let's go. That one witch really can't go a day without causing trouble," muttered Darius with restrained emotion. He flew off first to catch up with Isaura.

Evelyn nodded obediently. After making sure Eliot could fly on his own, the fairy followed behind him. Making sure Eliot wouldn't get hurt along the way.

Watching their departure, Carlos kept both his hands behind his back. "I hope my worries don't come true."

Meanwhile, Isaura, with all her strength, tried to chase the reddish-brown smoke plume, the manifestation of the wolf. She attacked with her strength but missed.

Feeling frustrated by the sudden attack, the smoke turned back into a wolf. The creature was larger than the wolves found in the human world. However, it had three tails and fur the color of reddish-brown.

Without hesitation, the wolf swung its tail towards Isaura. But this time, the girl managed to dodge. She drew her sword and wounded one of the wolf's legs.

Unaware, Isaura didn't realize that the creature still had three other tails, which unfortunately hit Isaura. Sending her flying into a tree before collapsing to the ground.

The wolf disappeared, and its smoke plume went to the abyss at the edge of the Darkvale forest. A dark abyss, and no one knew where it ended.

Isaura tried to sit up, but her strength was drained until she coughed up blood. Darius, who arrived first, approached Isaura. "Are you satisfied now?"

The girl looked up and found Darius, who was now kneeling in front of her. "Sorry, Darius. I was just trying to stop it. We need to know why it attacked the Elvendria castle like that."

"And did you get an answer?" Darius asked sarcastically. It earned a shake of the head from Isaura, prompting Darius to continue. "Besides this injury, what else did you gain, Isaura? Do you think if you're injured, we can find the whereabouts of that monster? If even one of us is injured, it could disrupt the formation that Elder Carlos painstakingly built. Didn't you think about that?"

"I was carried away by emotions to think clearly." Isaura bowed her head, not daring to meet Darius's sharp red eyes.

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"Can't think clearly? Since when do you like to think?"

Not long after that, Eliot arrived with Evelyn behind him. Eliot immediately approached Isaura. "You're injured, Isaura."

"She's injured because of her own actions. If only she listened to the Elder's instructions to always solve problems together, she wouldn't have gotten that injury," Darius said bitterly. Meanwhile, Evelyn just stood and watched the three of them.

Eliot looked displeased at the long-haired elf. "We also won't be able to solve this problem if you keep behaving like this towards Isaura."

The two elves exchanged sharp glances, each emanating an aura of hostility. Isaura, seeing the tension, spoke up. "We'd better return to the castle. We also need to help heal the other fairies who were attacked by the wolves."

After ensuring Isaura could get up on her own, the four of them chose to return to the academy.

Elvendria is an old castle with infinite, almost endless, expanses. The castle is located on floating land. A place where immortal creatures hone their abilities.

There's a reason why the elders chose this old castle as the place for immortal creatures to learn. Of course, because if they built a school or academy, it would be easily discovered by enemies.

So they chose another alternative to turn this castle into an academy. Besides, who would have thought that Elvendria was a school?

Meanwhile, on the other side, in a dark place without a hint of light. A reddish-brown smoke plume was transforming into the figure of a man in reddish-brown clothes with long hair sitting under a big tree.

At that moment, a green smoke plume came before him. Slowly, the smoke turned into the figure of a man dressed all in black with long hair. "Did you lose?"

"I want to stop," whispered the figure, who was the three-tailed wolf prince, Xander.

Shortly after that, there was a burst of laughter that would send chills down anyone's spine. "You've started it; there's no turning back, prince."

"But you've tricked me! The moon necklace belonging to the wolf clan was not in Elvendria at all. They didn't steal it!" Xander was truly furious. If his body wasn't injured, he would have attacked the figure in front of him.

"Why do you blame me? Weren't you the one who offered yourself to ask for my help?"

Xander coughed, spitting out a lot of blood from his mouth. Not to mention his leg, which was struck by Isaura's sword. The wolf's gaze stared at the demon figure in front of him. "You're cunning! I must inform my people about this."

"No, Xander. I have another offer for you."

The man spat. "I won't cooperate with you again."

"Unfortunately, from the beginning, we didn't cooperate, Xander. I need you to trigger the war between the fairy and demon races to start again."

"Why would you do that?"

There was a moment of silence before the man responded again. "I am the Demon King, of course, I enjoy battles. Besides, I have to make a temporary diversion while trying to obtain something most valuable from one of the students at Elvendria."

Xander weakly shook his head. "I won't let you do that."

"Before you do anything, you must help me once again."

After saying that, the green smoke plume glowed throughout Xander's body. Carrying the wolf prince, it led him to the deepest abyss that led to the demon world portal.

Ignoring Xander's continued cries pleading to be released from behind bars. "Let me go! Your plan won't succeed! The fairy and demon races have been at peace for a thousand years. They can't be at odds again."

"Just be quiet and see how this game unfolds. Once I obtain Isaura's magic staff, I won't hold you any longer."