Once again, a new road welcomes the trio for either a devious plot to fulfill or another unexpected scenario they will provoke. But as of now, the battleground they left after sending the prince of demons to the astral plane or its ending existence. Where it can only mingle like a worm, a magot who crawls at the endless land of darkness and silence.

There... famous and powerful heroes, adventurers, wizards, and ancient beings are gathered to scrutinize the chaos that erupted. One of these people was Azageis, the great Archsage, the myth, the legend. The one that can toe to toe with Amaragnum. Fraindul, the present dragon king, king of fire. Even Izura the sea queen was there overlooking the aftermath of the battle.

Disguised in human form, Fraindul was walking the destroyed curtain walls and towers. The dragon king stopped when his surroundings changed. Displaced in another dimension, Fraindul didn't flinch but was waiting for the person who cast it.

"It's nice meeting the dragon king once in a while."

"Ahh... Fine greetings for a fellow whom I didn't hear for a long time." Fraindul implores not bothered to look at the man standing by his side.

"All those years... and you haven't changed a bit."

"Same goes for you... for an old man who wanders the continent with the appearance. Never changing, still always the same after that incident."

Truth indeed, the appearance he was that day is still the same. Matching that of a great archsage, layered by a blue robe tingling with great magical essence that only influential people can detect. Through his right side was a floating ordinary staff that rivals that of artifacts given by the gods. To his waist was a belt pouch, a bag of holding similar to what the traveler's holding. Another that added to his collection was his very own grimoire, an age of knowledge intact throughout his travels.

"Hoho... I wonder why such a great dragon visits such this place?"

"Same goes for you."

"I'm just merely passing by from my travels."

"Mm... I felt it, I felt the land being taken away. You did sense what I have did you not? A world being devoured."

Fracturing the dimension, Azageis's appearance changes from an old sage to a middle-aged merchant.

"The wind has changed, but I wonder about the things from up above," Azageis said, stopping to contemplate the clear sky.

Fraindul too stops his steps and does what the archsage is doing. As again they return to what they're doing, camouflaging with the few people.

A familiar voice rings in their ears, it was Roland and Ferish who were busy treating the wounded.

"It's been a pleasure meeting you, but I have other things to do. I'd seen enough of this place."

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"Well, should it be good to greet a descendant of your former student?"

Fraindul stops his track but quickly goes to his own business.

Being the current hotspot place for powerful people, the king once again hosts another banquet. Welcoming famous people, that was magnetized by their past situation. The king's daughter was tired of the aristocrats' festivity. Instead, she disguised herself and went for a roam, just as Freia maunder through the kingdom. She came to realize her senses, the harsh reality of a social scale. She saw her people eating a bowl of a peasant meal, while their kings and aristocrats enjoy a feastful meal.

"Is that you princess Freia?" A person called, a woman.

Freia turns around and saw Sheena, who was wearing a cloak masking her appearance.

After a long harsh day, the kingdom that became a battleground slowly recovers. Through the help of the dwarven kingdom, the land of the merchants. The kingdom of Ravalind and its neighboring kingdom... peace was restored, but for how long.

While on the track and investigation, Azageis were gathering the young heroes. Assembling and merging their information to come up with a conclusion. There they tell their own experience for the archsage to come up with a verdict.

After their extensive story, Azageis brushes his long white beard and instruct the young heroes on a heading. With his words finished, the archsage turns to the other people, people who are related to the young hero Roland. They are the ones who hold the other sacred weapons. As for the other influential people they go for their own ways of gaining different types of information. The reason for the sea queen's visit was the rumors of the one who robbed and left a mark on her reputation. Akatosh's mark burns deeply in her scar, not only does he smudge her reputation as one of the most feared and influential people. He had taken something from her, a priceless item or perhaps a lover's token.

As the heroes and powerful people were seeking the occurrence of such a disaster the travelers were going for other shenanigans.

"Alther?... Just what do you want with the world tree?"

"I'm just retrieving a token of gratitude."

"Oh?" Akatosh sighed uninterested in his partner's objective, but what's more interested in the other races. And so, he asks...

"Bah, there's no difference between elves, humans, dwarfs, monsters you name it even gods. Well but if you want some enlightenment, I have a thing or two for that."

"Fine then do tell me about the elven races, the place we're going."

"Well get your dried meat and drinks for we have a long journey ahead of ourselves. Now first things first, the elves have many species. The wood elves that inhabit the deep and large forests of the continents. who are mostly neutral... I think. The high elves live where the world tree is. The ones that pride themselves as the highest form of beings... *sigh* shit people. As for their cousins or their hated kindred, two moon elves live in the dark forest where only the moon's light penetrates. Who mostly aren't very evil... or let's just call it less chaotic or more neutral same with the wood elves. And for the most chaotic of them all are the drows, or the so-called dark elves. But what the heck they're all the same as the humans."

"Oh... if so, do tell me why?"

"Huhu... Well, to sum it up I have lived long to know a little about their relationship with each other. And you know why they hate each other?"

"Let me guess... money and power?"

The stillmage stops for a while unknown if he's amused or stupefied.

"It was all about their gods and goddesses, unlike humans who wage war for land, power, hate, you name it. The elves butcher each other because of their gods and goddesses. I don't know much about their history but one thing that starts their war was the fight of their gods."

As the travelers progresses along the road, the night takes its turn. Luckily, he was able to find an old temple ruins to shade them from the night or the coming rain. After building a fire, Amaragnum resumes his history class.

"Where was I... ahh the gods and elves. As you know my barbaric and uneducated students..."