Chapter 6 Solgandr

“Arghh! No! It got me!” Duen screamed, bolting upright. His hand instinctively reached for his stomach, where the wound had been, but it was unblemished.

His eyes darted around the apartment as the blaring alarm clock beside his bed assaulted his senses. Panting heavily, sweat trickling down his forehead, he squinted at the clock. “6:30 AM, Monday, 23rd May,” he murmured. “Just a dream?” Duen thought, his mind still reeling from the intense meditation session that took an unexpected turn. Disoriented, he remained seated in the familiar confines of his rented apartment on the outskirts of Solzen.

After freshening up, he prepared for work, greeted by the early hues of orange painting the sky at sunrise. The city stirred with life, its streets already bustling with the chaotic rhythm of traffic. Descending the stairs towards the Metro, he passed the familiar sights of beggars and desolates slumped on the sidelines, enveloped in an enigmatic shroud.

Swiping his pass at the metro station, Duen entered the bustling hub, swiftly finding himself aboard a train hurtling through the city’s veins. Amidst the rhythmic hum of the journey, he couldn’t shake the surreal remnants of his dream from his mind. “The Stone of Eternity, the blazing flames, Esh the fiery companion, and the fierce battle with Zycosas… it all felt too vivid,” he reflected, his fingers instinctively seeking solace in the pendant nestled against his chest. Girden Heim Forest, both beautiful and perilous, had served as an unexpected backdrop for a nightmarish adventure. Yet, reality assured him it was all but a dream, as he journeyed safely toward his daily routine.

Arriving in the city center, home to Sphere Inc., Duen disembarked alongside other commuters, forming orderly lines on the escalator. Engrossed in their bustling urban lives, everyone around him was plugged into the virtual world on their phones.

“Strangely, that unusual dream felt like a thrilling adventure,” Duen thought with a smile. “Now, it’s time to work hard, strive for success, and earn her father’s approval,” he resolved as he cleared security and entered Sphere Inc.

Upon entering the lobby, Duen immediately noticed Evelyn’s presence. “Good morning, Duen,” she greeted him with a sly smile, adjusting her hair seductively. Evelyn wore a beige, form-fitting work dress, the skirt slightly on the short side.

“Morning, Evelyn,” Duen replied, feeling a hint of awkwardness but striving for normalcy. “How was your weekend?” she inquired.

“It was good, mostly rested… hey, about that night, I’m sorry I—” Duen started, his voice tinged with awkwardness.

“Look, it was a night of fun. We both had a bit too much. No need to apologize,” Evelyn interjected, her amusement clear. She found Duen’s apology amusing, yet strangely endearing, considering the circumstances.

Together, they rode the elevator to the meeting room, where most of the team had already gathered.

“Alright, team,” Pete’s voice resonated with authority as they entered the room, drawing everyone’s attention. “We’re having a breakfast meeting at Courtyard down the street. See all of you there at 9 am; reservations are already made,” he announced, his words met with a chorus of enthusiastic cheers, a testament to the perks enjoyed by Sphere Inc. employees.

As they settled into their seats at the upscale Courtyard restaurant, Director Beatrice made a grand entrance, eliciting murmurs of admiration from the assembled team members. “Wow, Beatrice looks stunning,” Leon remarked, his gaze lingering on her with admiration. She exuded an air of confidence and sophistication, her sharp blue business dress accentuating her elegance, while her stylish stilettos added a touch of sensuality to her ensemble.

Accompanying Beatrice was a familiar figure. “Isn’t that Senator Klaus?” Leon’s voice broke the silence, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected guest.

Duen nodded. “Yes, I believe so.” Senator Klaus, immaculate as ever, wore his signature tailored black suit and tie, his neat blonde hair and impeccably groomed beard completed a picture of refinement. Together, Beatrice and Senator Klaus took their seats at a separate table, a subtle yet distinct demarcation from the rest of the team, their purpose and presence veiled in an air of intrigue.

Pete noticed the team’s attention had shifted to Beatrice and Senator Klaus, seizing the moment to address them. “Team, let me emphasize the crucial role networking plays at Sphere Inc. To move forward, we need approvals from various departments, including the government and the National Drug Agency,” he explained. “Did you know that just three years ago, Beatrice was in the same shoes as you, a new joiner?” Pete added, smiling.

“What! She climbed to a Director position that quickly?” Leon’s disbelief echoed through the room.

Pete nodded solemnly. “Yes, it’s possible. But it’s not just about luck. Beatrice demonstrated a remarkable talent for navigating the political landscape, bringing Flow, our flagship party drug, into the mainstream. The rest, as they say, is history.”

Addressing the team with a sense of purpose, Pete continued, “I share her story not just to impress you, but to inspire you. We’re embarking on an exciting new venture with Eden 2.0. Once our training is complete, our team will lead the charge in launching this groundbreaking drug into the market,” he declared, his tone infused with conviction. “The potential for Eden 2.0 is enormous. And if we succeed, there’s no limit to how far our careers can soar.”

The team enthusiastically raised their coffee cups, joining Leon in his proclamation. “Let’s work hard together, team!” he exclaimed, prompting chuckles as cups clinked in a toast.

Leon then draped his arm around Duen’s shoulders. “This is the dream job, Duen. Breakfast meetings, I love it here!” His face beamed with excitement, and Duen nodded, sharing in Leon’s enthusiasm.

Working at Sphere meant everything was meticulously catered to. The workspace and environment were top-notch. Everyone had their own desk, and spacious areas for meetings and recreation, including rooms for gaming, karaoke, and table tennis. Not to mention the free parties and night events designed for networking. “No wonder everyone wants to join Sphere,” Duen mused.

Yet, beneath it all, Duen couldn’t shake the feeling of inherent emptiness, a nagging sense of incompleteness eluding precise definition. He chose to set it aside for the moment and not dwell on it.

That evening, after a refreshing shower and exchanging texts with Lia, Duen felt content. The day had been eventful, but most importantly, Lia was no longer ignoring him. Things were finally falling into place, and he dared to believe he could navigate this new chapter in his life with confidence.

As Duen settled onto his bed, preparing to sleep, the strange dream lingered in his thoughts. He reached out to touch the pendant hanging from his neck and sat up, determined. “If I wake up in my room when I open my eyes, I’ll know it was just a dream. I need to confirm if it was real,” he whispered to himself, crossing his legs and preparing to meditate.

Duen closed his eyes, surrendering to the rhythm of his breath as he descended into the stillness within. Inhaling deeply, exhaling fully, he allowed himself to sink into the tranquil abyss of his consciousness. And then, amidst the silence, something extraordinary unfolded. With a sensation akin to weightlessness, Duen felt his spirit disengage from his physical vessel, a detached observer in the theater of his own existence. His gaze drifted to the figure seated on the bed, his own form, motionless yet serene in its meditative state. The ethereal glow of the pendant cast a luminous halo, illuminating a path of light that beckoned towards the mirror, a portal to realms unknown.

“Oh my God! It’s happening again! How is this even possible? Esh, is that you? Do you want me to go through it again?” Duen’s voice quivered with a blend of nerves and exhilaration. With a trembling hand, he reached out to touch the mirror, the surface yielding beneath his touch as if it were nothing but a veil between worlds.

Taking one last fleeting glance at his physical form, still ensconced in a state of deep meditation, Duen drew a steadying breath. With resolve etched into every line of his being, he stepped forward, traversing the threshold into a parallel realm. Here, in this enigmatic space, darkness mingled with the vibrant dance of multicolored particles suspended in the ether.

He stood in awe, his mind swirling with questions. “This place again… What is this? A passage through time and space? A gateway to a parallel universe?” His fingers reached out tentatively, tracing the luminous particles that danced before him, their hues shifting in response to his touch. Yellow to white, red to blue, green, and back again—a kaleidoscope of brilliance that left him breathless. “This is beautiful,” Duen murmured, his voice tinged with wonder.

As he ventured deeper into the unknown, a streak of light, reminiscent of the fiery baby bird, soared past his shoulders, leaving a trail of brilliance in its wake. “Esh! Wait for me!” Duen called out with a smile, his heart racing with anticipation as he followed the radiant path. With each step forward, the intensity of the light grew, forcing him to squint against its blinding brilliance.

As Duen slowly emerged from partial blindness, he found himself lying on a bed, squinting to make out his surroundings. The fiery baby bird nestled close to his ears caught his attention. “Esh! You brought me back?” he whispered, attempting to rise, only to realize his body was weak.

Duen’s gaze fell upon the bandages that enveloped his head and body, a testament to the ordeal he had endured. The futon mattress beneath him provided a semblance of comfort, nestled against the wooden floor of the room. Its inviting ambiance was accentuated by the presence of wooden furnishings and intricately panelled sliding doors adorned with enchanting oriental designs.

“He’s fully recovered. Remember to have him drink the herbal broth we’ve prepared, and he should be fine,” a woman’s voice drifted through the room. Lia, standing near the sliding door, offered a respectful bow as she inquired, “Thank you so much, and your name again, doctor?”

“You don’t have to thank me for doing my duty. I’m an Elder Shaman, and my name is Arsherlis,” replied Arsherlis, reciprocating the bow. Duen listened intently from the bed.

“As for meeting Master Edessa, you should be able to catch her today. The Falconians will return from their wilderness camps shortly,” Arsherlis added, her voice carrying a tone of assurance.

“Excellent, I’ll wait for Duen to wake up before heading there,” Lia replied, her tone brimming with anticipation.

“I’ll take my leave for now,” Arsherlis said, bowing once more. With a graceful exit, the sliding door closed, enveloping the room in a moment of quiet solitude. Lia returned to Duen’s side, her footsteps echoing softly against the wooden floor.

With gentle care, Lia used a damp cloth to wipe Duen’s face, her movements tender and deliberate. Duen kept his eyes shut, his breathing steady amidst the stillness of the room.

Esh fluttered over to Lia, his presence a beacon of warmth and companionship. Gently, he rubbed her cheeks, eliciting a giggle of surprise from Lia. “How is it that I can see and feel you?” she whispered softly as she reached out to stroke the fiery baby bird.

“He likes you. I didn’t know you could see him too. How is it?” Duen’s sudden interjection broke the silence, catching Lia off guard.

“Oh, you’re awake. How are you feeling?” Lia’s concern echoed in her voice, her gaze shifting to meet Duen’s with a mixture of relief and tenderness.

“With that level of care from you, pretty awesome,” Duen beamed, his eyes alight with gratitude as he observed the facial cloth in Lia’s hand. Lia’s cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, realizing that Duen must have been awake for some time.

“How long were you awake?” Lia inquired, tossing the face cloth at Duen.

“Not long enough to know how much you’ve done,” Duen replied cheekily, effortlessly catching the cloth as he slowly maneuvered into a sitting position. A soft groan escaped his lips, the lingering discomfort of his bandaged wounds making itself known.

Lia approached with a tray of breakfast, setting it beside Duen’s bed with a gentle smile. “Seems like you’re back to your usual self. Oatmeal, some bread, and a hot cup of tea,” she announced, her voice carrying a comforting warmth.

Duen nodded appreciatively and took a sip of tea before eagerly sinking his teeth into the bread; the rumbling of his stomach betrayed his hunger. “Lia, how long was I asleep?” he inquired between mouthfuls.

“It’s been about two days, Duen,” Lia replied.“Two days!” Duen exclaimed, his surprise evident. “It’s only been about 15 hours in my world, which means time in both worlds is not linear. How does it work?”Duen wondered, his mind swirling with questions.

Observing Duen’s distant expression, Lia asked with a worried look, “Hey, are you really okay?”

“I’m fine. How did we manage to escape? We didn’t get him, right?” Duen’s curiosity persisted, his thoughts returning to the events that had led them to this moment.

Lia met his gaze with a knowing smile before reaching into her pocket. With a flourish, she produced a quartz white stone, its ethereal glow illuminating the room. “What’s this? We caught it? This is Zy…!” Duen’s excitement bubbled over before Lia swiftly silenced him with a stern hush.

“Shh! We don’t want any attention on us,” Lia cautioned, her voice a soft whisper laced with caution. “Yes, we got him,” she added, a glint of triumph shimmering in her eyes. “Or rather, it chose me,” Lia continued, as Duen’s expression lit up with delight. “Though I’m not sure how exactly that happened,” she confessed with a hint of wonder.

“After you passed out, I ran over to check your injuries, and I saw that the wounds were already healing,” Lia recounted, her voice tinged with amazement. “Duen, the power from your spirit stone is truly astounding.”

“Zycosas was so badly burned and fatally wounded. As I lifted you up to check your vital signs, it inched slowly towards me,” Lia continued, her words carrying the weight of the encounter. “Zycosas looked me in the eyes, and something overcame me. I reached out my hand and touched its head. In that moment, I felt like I shared a connection with it. The next moment, the beast’s body turned limp. Then something amazing happened – my spirit container started to glow.”

“It chose me,” Lia concluded. “A spirit transfer was happening. The spirit container glowed and became really hot,” she explained, her eyes alight with the memory.

“That’s when I knew we got Zycosas,” Lia said with a smile, her voice filled with awe as she recounted the extraordinary events.

“But I was still frantic. You were not responsive, and thank goodness there were some really helpful travelers who happened to be heading to Solgandr, and here we are now,” Lia explained, her voice tinged with relief.

“After your condition stabilized, I had this completed in the Weaverian spirit stone foundry,” Lia said, her eyes admiring the quartz white stone. “That’s a Mythical-grade stone. We did it, Lia!” Duen exclaimed, his smile radiant as he beheld the quartz white stone. Lia nodded in silent agreement, her heart swelling with pride at their achievement.

“Spirit transfers are really rare and only happen when the beast chooses you. The Falconian Shamans know a thing or two about spirit transfers, and we happen to be here in Solgandr. So, I’d like to ask the Master of House Falconia about it,” Lia proposed, her voice laced with determination.

“Oh yes, how is it that you can actually see Esh?” Duen inquired. “Are you somehow linked to this stone too? I know no one else could see it because Leon was with me when I found the dagger and Esh was there. He couldn’t see Esh.”

“I’ve been pondering about that too,” Lia admitted, her brow furrowing with contemplation. “You said there must be a spirit link in order to use the stone, but you can see Esh. Does that mean you have a spirit link with the stone?” Duen asked.

“From what I understand, the spirit only links up with one user at a time. Some users can use more than one spirit stone, they call it dual wield, a user linked with two spirits. But a spirit linked to two users, that’s unheard of,” Lia explained, her tone carrying a note of fascination.

“Well, perhaps you and I,” Duen suggested cheekily, a playful glint dancing in his eyes.

“Has anyone else besides me seen you release this power, Duen?” Lia interrupted, her expression serious as she probed for answers.

“No. But why do you ask?” Duen inquired, his curiosity piqued by Lia’s sudden intensity.

“It’s a Phoenix,” Lia declared confidently. “I think you possess a live ancient stone,” Lia continued, her words charged with a sense of revelation. “Powerful destructive flames that can burn anything to ashes. Powerful regenerative flames that can restore and rejuvenate all wounds. That beautiful feathered tail and wings, I’ve read about it in the Royal Library. It’s an Ancient Phoenix,” Lia concluded, her gaze unwavering as she locked eyes with Duen.

“Phoenix? Honestly, I don’t know anything about it,” Duen admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

“Leon did mention that it’s my family’s heirloom. My mom passed down the dagger. The old man said the dagger holds the Stone of Eternity,” Duen explained. “He told me to only release it when I absolutely have to.”

“I’ve used it twice now,” said Duen, his thoughts drifting back to the harrowing encounter with the tormentor in the pits of hell.

“The Stone of Eternity, wow,” Lia marveled, her eyes reflecting a mixture of awe and concern. “Duen, this is a big secret,” she added, her tone serious and solemn.

“So now, we have a secret together,” Duen teased, attempting to lighten the mood, but Lia remained focused.

“Duen, you don’t understand the gravity of this. It’s a huge secret. Do you know what it means if you have an Ancient-level spirit stone?” Lia’s question hung in the air, drawing Duen’s full attention.

“Ancient-level spirit stones are extremely sought after. It’s said that a single Ancient spirit stone can turn the tide of a battle. Kingdoms go to war because of these precious Spirit Stones,” Lia explained, her voice tinged with urgency.

“It is also what deters Kingdoms from invading,” Lia added. “Like how nuclear warheads have become a deterring force,” Duen remarked, momentarily forgetting the context of his current reality.

“What’s that?” Lia asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“Nothing,” Duen mumbled, as he recalled that he was in a different world.

“So, you could have a target on your back. The nobles, the underworld cults, mercenary hunters – they will come for you, Duen,” Lia warned, her gaze piercing into Duen’s soul with an intensity that made him uneasy.

“So, that’s the reason why the old man said only to use it if I absolutely have to,” said Duen, his tone thoughtful as he processed Lia’s warning. Lia nodded in agreement, allowing the gravity of her words to settle between them.

“Does Havone have any Ancients?” Duen asked, breaking the silence with a touch of apprehension.

“It is rumored that Havone does possess a few Ancients. I believe the Temporal Knights wield those powerful spirit stones,” Lia explained. “But I can’t be sure; I’ve never seen it,” she added, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

“And now it’s starting to make sense. This could be the reason why you were the only survivor in that botched Ancient Hunt, Duen,” Lia said, gesturing towards the dagger with a solemn expression.

“Does anyone from Havone know that there was a survivor?” Lia inquired.

“Just you, the old man, Leon, and Steve,” Duen replied. “Pete sort of recognized me and asked me how I escaped. But Leon told him that I abandoned the job, and he seemed to have bought it.”

“Okay, it’s best we hide this spirit stone, Duen,” Lia concluded.

“Lia, thank you,” Duen expressed, his smile reflecting genuine appreciation for her intellect and perceptiveness. Lia’s ability to decipher complex situations never failed to impress him, and the admiration lingered long enough for Lia to blush and feel a bit awkward under his gaze.

“Hey, eat up. You’ll need your energy,” Lia said, attempting to break away from the awkwardness. “And drink this medicine too; it’s a special brew made from 30 different herbs. I think the Elder Shaman mentioned miniature treant roots as the main ingredient,” Lia instructed.

Duen took a sip of the medicine and almost gagged. “Argh! It tastes really bitter!” he exclaimed, his face contorting in distaste.

“Come on! You’re not a baby. This is good for you, and the treatment wasn’t cheap, so finish your medicine!” Lia urged.

“Thanks, let me know how much, and I’ll pay you back,” Duen offered, holding his breath as he finished the brew. “Argh! Done!” he declared, showing Lia the empty bowl.

“Good! You don’t need to pay anything. I made a big mistake and almost got both of us killed. This is the least I could do,” Lia replied. “Besides, thanks to you, we got the bounty,” she added with a playful wink.

Duen smiled and walked over to the window, drawn by the scent of the salty sea breeze and the soothing sound of waves crashing against the shore. Eager to behold the view outside, he was mesmerized as he gazed out. The room was perched on a cliff, offering a breathtaking vista of the sea. A vast expanse of clear blue waters with gentle waves stretched out before him. Sea birds soared and danced in the sky, their melodic calls filling the air. The sun bathed everything in its bright, warm glow, and it was a perfect, clear day. Duen could see a bustling wharf and numerous fishing boats dotting the sparkling waters.

“Does this place get any more beautiful?” Duen murmured in awe, captivated by the scene unfolding before his eyes.

“You like the view too? I mean, who wouldn’t? This is Solgandr, a port city located on a volcanic peninsula,” Lia explained as she joined Duen at the window, both of them captivated by the magnificent scenery.

“I’m going to look for the Master of House Falconia, would you like to come, Duen?” Lia asked as she walked towards the door.

“Absolutely, count me in,” Duen enthused, following Lia eagerly.

Stepping out of their apartment, they encountered a young boy near the stairway, patiently awaiting them. With a polite smile, he bowed as they approached.

“Hi! Are you Lia Nightingale from Havone?” the boy inquired. “Hi, yes, that’s me. And you are?” Lia replied. “My name is Koji. I am your guide in Solgandr,” Koji said, smiling and bowing politely.

“My guide!? I have a guide, wow,” Lia exclaimed with surprise.

“Yes, it’s all included in the stay at the guest inn. I’ve been tasked to guide you on your business in Solgandr, as well as to give you a tour and a brief overview of the culture and sights of our city,” Koji explained, his demeanor friendly and welcoming.

“How old are you, Koji?” Lia inquired, her smile gentle.

“I’m 7 years old,” Koji replied, displaying seven fingers.

“Hi, Koji, I’m Duen. Nice to meet you,” Duen greeted, offering his hand for a high five. Koji looked puzzled by the gesture.

“It’s called a high five. You slap your hand against mine; give it a shot,” Duen encouraged. Smack! Koji delivered a solid high five and beamed.

“Let’s go, eager to explore the town,” Duen declared, heading for the stairway.

“Here!” Koji exclaimed, sliding aside an iron door, revealing an open lift. “What! There’s a lift?” Duen exclaimed with excitement as he stepped inside. The lift was a marvel, constructed from a blend of metal and wood, supported by sturdy cable wires and a pulley system on both sides.

“Wow, didn’t expect a lift here,” Lia remarked, smiling. The open lift granted them a panoramic view of Solgandr. Across the cliff, Duen spotted people using a similar lift on a building, while a steam balloon drifted across the sky.

Koji closed the iron door, placed his palm on a clear spirit stone, and the lift began its descent.

“Solgandr is a port city situated on the volcanic peninsula of Hringa. It’s a nation shaped by immigrants and refugees fleeing wars. After the great Viking raids, Solgandr embarked on a journey of reconstruction. Different factions emerged, engaging in trade and mutual aid, eventually coalescing into five major houses, each with its own distinct role and expertise,” Koji explained, his voice rich with history and knowledge, as Lia listened intently.

“Those houses are House Arcaeryx, House Falconia, House Bulturia, House Weaveria, and House Exagonia. Together, they form the Solgandr Alliance, each playing a vital part in the city’s development and defense. The lift we’re currently using is a creation of House Weaveria’s skilled machineers,” Koji added, his tone tinged with pride.

“Machineers?” Lia asked, intrigued by the term.

“They are the skilled builders of these intricate machineries,” Koji explained.

On the hills near the woods, Duen spotted steam engines at work. “Mining activities, Koji?” Duen inquired, pointing to the billowing steam and smoke which was familiar to him.

“Exactly. Solgandr boasts abundant spirit stone mines. That area houses House Weaveria, where you’ll find the Weaverian Anvil and the Weaverian spirit stone foundry,” Koji clarified.

As the lift continued its descent, Lia’s attention was drawn to red flares and blue lights emanating from a building opposite theirs. One of its towers boasted a unique dome shape.

“What’s that building over there?” Lia inquired.

“That’s the Academy and the orphanage, run by House Arcaeryx, the enchanters of Solgandr. They’re renowned for their mastery of spirit magic and enchantment,” Koji explained.

“Enchanters! How fascinating!” Lia exclaimed, captivated by the revelation.

“It’s also where I spend most of my time studying. In Solgandr, attending the Academy is mandatory for all of us. Upon graduation, we specialize and are assigned to one of the five houses based on our aptitude and abilities,” Koji explained with a smile. “Master Mya Evanora, affectionately known as the Matriarch, leads House Arcaeryx,” he added, noticing Lia’s interest.

As the group reached the ground floor and stepped out of the lift, Duen expressed his interest in visiting the market bazaar. “I wonder what delicious seafood they have here; I’m hungry again,” he remarked.

Lia smiled inwardly at Duen’s enthusiasm. “He’s such a child,” she thought with amusement. “But I’m glad he’s back to his usual self,” she reflected, feeling relieved.

“Sure, the bazaar is right by the wharf, the famous Solgandr bazaar. Being close to the sea, Solgandr is both a fishing village and a port,” Koji explained. “That tall building overlooking the sea is where the House of Bulturia resides. They handle commerce, trading, and diplomacy for Solgandr,” he continued, offering insights into the city’s dynamics. “Master Lysander Cyrus currently leads House Bulturia.”

“What about those majestic statues?” Duen’s excitement was palpable as he gestured down the pathway from the cliffs. At ground level, towering statues of gladiators and warriors encircled a temple.

“That’s The Temple of Exagonia. At its heart lies a flat stone arena, where daily practices and duels unfold,” Koji explained. “Adjacent to the temple, you’ll find the House of Falconia and its bestiary, adorned with stunning statues of men and beasts.”

“Ah that’s where I’ll be heading,”said Lia. “Let me guess, House Exagonia would be in charge of defense? Military?” Duen inquired as they strolled onward.

“Exactly, it’s where we will find Solgandr’s finest warriors, and they are in charge of defense,” Koji confirmed. The group continued walking down the high grounds toward the city center.

“So, Koji, which house would you like to join?” Lia inquired casually with a gentle smile.

“Geez, I’m not sure! It feels like I’m not good at anything,” Koji lamented. “I wanted House Exagonia, but the seniors say I’m not strong enough.”

“Duh, you’re only 7, dear!” Lia retorted, rolling her eyes. “Besides, you’ll discover your unique strengths soon enough,” she reassured, casting a gentle gaze at Koji.

“Really?” Koji questioned, a smile spreading across his face, touched by Lia’s encouragement.

“Yes, I’m very sure,” Lia affirmed, smiling as she affectionately patted Koji’s head. “Thank you!” Koji exclaimed, gratitude evident in his expression.

“Where would you like to go next?” Koji inquired as they arrived at the city center.

“I have some questions about the Winged Beast and was directed to House Falconia,” Lia explained.

“Exactly, House Falconia would be the place we should visit. Follow me, see that dome-shaped structure over there?” Koji pointed ahead as they walked. “That’s where House Falconia resides. Falconians are masters in handling beasts,” Koji elaborated. “They’re chosen from the academy based on their aptitude for beast handling.”

“To become a Falconian, one must establish a spiritual connection with a beast. They must communicate, command, hunt, and collaborate with the creature,” Koji explained further.

“Wow,” Lia exclaimed in wonder. Koji smiled, saying, “I’m sure the seniors there can address most of your questions about beasts.”

“That building also houses Solgandr’s Library, with an extensive collection of books and research on every known beast in the world,” Koji shared.

“Interesting. I’d love to spend time in that library,” Lia remarked.

“Absolutely, but we’ll need permission from Master Edessa, the head of House Falconia,” Koji added.

Duen’s attention was drawn to the bustling activity at the arena, and he drifted closer for a better view. He observed a group of young men and women in armor and helmets battling on a flat stone battleground. The sounds of metal clashing filled the air, accompanied by grunts and deep breaths as the warriors fought each other.

“This is the daily practice session of House Exagonia,” Koji explained as Lia looked on.

“Wow, those statues are beautiful,” Lia remarked, admiring the majestic gladiator statues that seemed to capture the heroic essence of both male and female warriors.

“They are the past warriors and Masters of House Exagonia,” Koji added.

Meanwhile, Duen ventured deeper toward the arena where the warriors were training. “Come on, push harder! House Exagonia! We are the guardians of our land! Make Master Obiris proud!” shouted a huge man adorned with earrings. He stood tall, his broad chest puffed out, his arms huge, thick eyebrows, and intense eyes. On his back, he carried a humongous battle axe and wore a black mantle with a golden symbol.

“Yes, Captain Diones!” echoed the trainees in fervent response.

“House Exagonia,” Duen whispered, captivated as he observed the warriors engaging in their training battles.

A commotion drew a crowd from the city center, catching Duen’s and Lia’s attention. People started gathering along the streets to watch as an entourage approached. “Oh yes, the Falconians are returning! Look!” Koji pointed toward the incoming group. “They have just finished their month-long nature camp with their beasts,” he explained. “Every season, four times a year, this happens. Falconians spend almost 30 days out in the wilderness with their beasts. It’s a Falconian ritual.”

“Out in the wild with their beasts, I’m sure the bond between man and the beast will become so strong,” Lia remarked, her eyes reflecting curiosity. Koji nodded with a smile.

In the distance, Duen spotted a lady with long, silky white hair mounted on a massive white feline beast. “What’s that? A giant white tiger? Incredible,” Duen exclaimed. The beast boasted beautiful white fur, stretching about 19 feet in length, with a long, white tail swaying gracefully. Its two blade-like fangs hinted at its formidable strength, ready to rend prey apart. Moving gracefully on all fours, it showcased its muscular build and sharp claws.

The lady was accompanied by men and women, either riding their own beasts or walking beside them. Their beasts wore spirit stone collars or headgear, each embedded with a glowing spirit stone. The masters carried spears, staffs, and whips adorned with similar-looking spirit stones, as their beasts strolled calmly alongside them.

“This house is unlike Exagonia,” Duen observed as the Falconians, dressed in light leather, cloth, feathers, and adorned with trinkets and bangles, passed by. They wore blue mantles emblazoned with a distinctive brown logo, a contrast to the heavy-armored Exagonians.

Wide-eyed, Lia watched the Falconians traverse the town square, some riding atop their beasts. She pointed towards the white-haired lady on the colossal white feline beast. “Is that Master Edessa?” Lia inquired.

“Yes, that’s Master Edessa Mirabelle of House Falconia. She’s riding her beast Nerma. An Akamanine, a mythical-grade feline beast, incredibly rare and only found near the mountains in these parts,” Koji explained. “An Akamanine. Masters of the hunt in the mountains,” Lia marveled.

As the Falconians paraded into the town square with their beasts, the entire crowd paused to admire the magnificent spectacle. “Master Edessa, you’re back!” a voice called out from the throng. “Mommy, she’s so beautiful,” echoed a young boy’s voice amidst the onlookers.

With grace, Edessa acknowledged the greeting with a bow and a warm smile. Duen found himself transfixed by the lady with porcelain skin and flowing white hair, surrounded by her retinue of beasts and trainers. “Master Edessa,” Duen whispered, his eyes drawn to her blue mantle adorned with a brown emblem.

As Master Edessa rode atop Nerma, traversing the town square, her gaze briefly met Duen’s before drifting past him. “Master Obiris, good morning. I see the Exagonians are training diligently this morning!” she exclaimed, her graceful dismount from the majestic beast showcasing her long, athletic legs.

“That man over there is Master Obiris Magnus of House Exagonia,” Koji pointed out to Lia as they watched from a distance.

Duen, who happened to be near the commotion, turned around to see who Master Edessa was talking to. A man with a black mantle stood beside him. “I think this man is the Master of House Exagonia,” observed Duen. Master Obiris possessed a colossal chest, broad shoulders, muscular arms, and thunderous thighs. He wore a gauntlet with a fiery opal spirit stone embedded on the dorsal side of his massive fists.

“Good morning, Master Edessa, back from kitty’s walk?” Obiris’s voice boomed. “Yes, we were out training and bonding with the beasts,” Edessa replied with a respectful bow. “Have a good day,” she added, then turned and headed toward a dome-shaped building, accompanied by the majestic white feline beast walking beside her.

“I should join you for a walk next time,” Master Obiris added with a cheeky grin. As Edessa strolled, a gust of wind blew her wrap skirt, revealing that she was wearing a black thong. A full view of her bum and long, slender, athletic legs became visible. Duen couldn’t help but glance in surprise, his observation cut short when a massive arm slung around his neck, reeking of whiskey. Turning, Duen found himself face-to-face with Master Obiris, fixated on Edessa’s figure.

“Home run today. It’s so fine, isn’t it?” leered Obiris, his finger pinching his chin lewdly. “She doesn’t like to wear much, saying that we were born like this and it brings her closer to nature,” said Obiris, with a raucous laugh. “Not a bad thing at all, I’d say! Haha!” he continued, his laughter booming.

With hearty laughter, Obiris slapped Duen on the back, nearly knocking him over with his immense strength.

“That’s the sort of stuff that lights the fire in your belly, isn’t it?” Obiris roared. As he spoke, he took out a leather bota bag slung on his waist, containing his whiskey, and sipped from it.

“Ahhhhh! It’s time to grill these punks,” said Obiris with a devilish glint in his eyes. Duen observed that his demeanor changed almost instantly. He couldn’t help but whisper, “Why does he remind me so much of the old man?” With a gulp, he tried to shake off the resemblance.

“Master Obiris is here, guys, crank it up!” Captain Diones shouted out. Immediately, Duen noticed the intensity and energy of the training pick up. “This man has such a presence over his students,” Duen thought.

“Where are you from?” Obiris asked, scrutinizing Duen and observing the bandage on his head. Before Duen could answer, Obiris interrupted him. “You’re beat up because you lacked training! If you want to stay alive, boy, you have to train hard!” Obiris’s booming voice echoed. “Join in the Exagonian training. I’m feeling generous; I can teach you a thing or two,” he offered.

“Thanks, but I think I’ll pass,” Duen mumbled.

“Let’s go! Get your ass in there, do me 30 rounds! Go! Weapon on your head!” interrupted Obiris. “Diones, show this little man what he should do!” he yelled.

“Yes, Master Obiris! Let’s go!” shouted Diones as he handed an axe to Duen. Before he knew it, Duen found himself holding the axe and running around the training ground, swept up in the intensity of the moment.

“Arghh! This body is not ready to do this yet,” gasped Duen as he ran. He observed Obiris busy yelling at his students, then dropped the axe and slipped away into the bazaar.

He spotted Lia, staring wide-eyed at him as he ran towards her breathing heavily. “What did you just do? Are you crazy, Duen?” said Lia.

“That crazy man!” gasped Duen, pausing to catch his breath.

“The Master of House Exagonia, Obiris, made me run,” he said.

“He does that all the time, sometimes even to visitors,” Koji chuckled.

“You are hurt; why did you do that? We don’t want your wounds to open up,” Lia said, clearly worried.

“I don’t know why I did it. He had this strange power over me, like it made me want to go hard and please him,” Duen explained, looking puzzled. Lia giggled and rolled her eyes. “Kinda reminds me of old man Gus,” he added, recalling the hellish kendo sessions he had endured in the gym back home.

As the trio made their way toward the dome housing House Falconia, Duen leaned in mischievously and whispered to Koji, “Koji, how do I get some alone time with Lia if you hang around?”

Koji seemed puzzled and replied innocently, “Alone time?”Lia blushed and waved her hand dismissively, saying, “Ignore him, Koji. You can stay with us if you like.”

Duen quickly added, “Yeah, I was just joking. You can stay with us.”

Koji laughed and said, “Haha, my session is actually done. I hope you enjoyed your stay in Solgandr.”

“We really did!” Lia exclaimed. She then walked to Koji and bent over to give him a hug, surprising him.

“Hey, Koji, believe in yourself and House Exagonia, if that’s the place for you,” Duen said, looking determined as he lifted his palms. Koji smiled and understood the gesture, giving Duen’s hand a firm smack. “Thank you! I hope we meet again,” Koji said, waving as he headed on his way.

Duen and Lia waved back and then entered the premises of the dome.

Inside the dome, they found themselves encircled by towering sculptures of men and women alongside their majestic beasts. Each sculpture boasted intricate details and lifelike features.

As they marveled at the artwork, a woman approached them. “These are sculptures of previous Beast Masters,” she explained. “Welcome, I’m Amaya Galius,” she introduced herself. Amaya stood tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and powerful arms, adorned with the unmistakable Falconian blue mantle.

Duen extended his hand to greet her. As Amaya’s firm handshake met his, Duen couldn’t help but note her strength.

“Hi, I’m Lia Nightingale. We’re travelers from Havone, and I’d like to speak with Master Edessa, if possible,” Lia said with a respectful bow.

Amaya nodded. “Certainly, and fortunately, you’ve arrived at the right time. If you had come a day earlier, you wouldn’t have had the chance. The Falconians just returned from their camps,” she explained, reciprocating Lia’s bow politely.

Intrigued by the statues, Duen reached out to touch the intricate carving of a slender lady with a towering feline beast beside her.

Amaya quickly intervened. “I’m sorry, you can’t do that. That’s Master Edessa Mirabelle’s statue. She is the current Master of House Falconia,” she informed.

Duen inquired further, “She appears to be the youngest of them all. How did she become Master at such a young age?”

“Master Edessa is the prodigy of House Falconia. She holds the record for being the youngest to establish a bond with a mythical beast. Her talent and knowledge in all matters concerning Beasts are unparalleled,” Amaya replied.

As Duen admired the sculpture, he couldn’t help but murmur, “Beautiful.”

Just then, Edessa herself entered the room, her long white hair swaying with each step. She had caught wind of the conversation and couldn’t resist teasing, “Smooth talker!”

“Smooth Talker. Beware of men like him,” Edessa warned, her gaze shifting from Lia to Duen. “Smooth talkers can break your heart. You can trust me on that,” she added, her tone carrying a hint of wistfulness. Lia and Duen exchanged a brief glance, causing Lia’s cheeks to flush.

“Master Edessa, my name is Lia Nightingale, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Lia greeted with a polite bow.

Edessa waved off the formality, saying, “Please, sweetheart, no need for ceremony. I understand you have something you wanted to ask?”

Lia continued, “Yes, we faced off against the Ghost of the Sky, Zycosas. Fate smiled upon us in that battle, and the creature did something remarkable. Before its demise, it initiated a spirit transfer.”

“Interesting,” Edessa mused. “I’ve been pondering how I managed to pull it off and why it selected me. That’s what I hoped to discuss with you, Master Edessa,” Lia inquired, seeking clarity from the Master of House Falconia.

“Are you a virgin?” Edessa’s question caught Lia off guard. “What?” Lia responded, taken aback.

Edessa repeated, “I asked if you are a virgin. The Ghost of the Sky is known to favor a virgin who is chaste.”

Duen looked at Lia, and her face turned scarlet. Lia nodded sheepishly, then shot Duen a warning glare, silently cautioning him against teasing her.

Edessa continued, “That clarifies things. Zycosas symbolize chastity, embodying purity and grace. They can only be captured by a virgin. Additionally, if the creature was gravely wounded, that would hasten its decision to preserve its essence through a spirit transfer.”

“I see,” Lia responded, her understanding deepening as she absorbed Master Edessa’s explanation. Just then, a man clad in a long black coat and hat strode in briskly, accompanied by a lady in glasses. She wore a green scarf adorned with a black symbol and clutched a notebook in her hands, exuding an air of seriousness and preparedness.

“Good morning, Master Edessa,” the lady greeted with a respectful bow.

“Good morning, Mira,” Edessa replied politely. “Master Lysander, what brings you?” she inquired respectfully. Master Lysander, holding a golden walking stick adorned with an amethyst purple stone, nodded in acknowledgment. Sporting a green pocket square in his coat, he cut a slim and tall figure. His gaze bore down on Lia and Duen, as if scrutinizing them intently.

“Someone managed to slay the Ghost of the Sky? Show me the spirit stone,” Lysander demanded, getting straight to the point.

Lia and Duen exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of how to respond. “Go ahead, show me! There are records in the Weaverian spirit foundry, and the entire town is buzzing about it. I want to see it for myself,” demanded Lysander, his assertiveness catching them off guard.

“This man is quite intimidating,” Duen observed under his breath. Reluctantly, Lia retrieved the quartz-white stone from her pocket and presented it to Lysander.

“How did you manage this? You two rug rats couldn’t have taken down Zycosas,” Lysander scoffed. Duen’s frustration began to bubble at the man’s rudeness, but Lysander met his annoyance with a cold, expressionless stare. “Just for the record, I’ve sent teams with experienced hunters, and they failed,” he added.

“Are you concealing something? How did you do it?” Lysander pressed on, his penetrating gaze unsettling Duen. Lia shot Duen a reassuring glance as he stumbled, searching for an explanation. “Well… It was already heavily wounded when we encountered it. We seized the opportunity, and it performed a spirit transfer to preserve its life force,” Lia responded calmly.

Duen looked at Lia with admiration for her quick thinking.

“Willingly? Rubbish! That’s unheard of!” scowled Lysander. He then turned to Mira, the woman standing beside him, who seemed to understand his intentions. “Mira,” Lysander said, nodding towards her. “Yes, Master Lysander,” Mira replied, fully aware of her role. “Master Lysander of House Bulturia would like to offer 12,000 silvers for the Zycosas’s spirit stone. If you agree, all you need to do is sign here in this book. You can receive the silvers immediately at House Bulturia by the wharf,” she explained, opening her book and extending a feathered pen towards Lia. Duen looked at Lia, surprised at the offer.

As they remained silent, Lysander folded his arms and continued scrutinizing them.

“Thank you, but we’re not really thinking of selling it,” Duen replied, intuitively picking up on Lia’s unwavering body language. Lia’s eyes remained steady, confirming her stance without a word.

“15,000 silvers,” said Mira, extending the feathered pen. Lysander persisted in reading their body language, his determination palpable.

“15,000 silvers! That’s 50% more than what we’re going to receive,” Duen thought, exchanging glances with Lia, who remained silent.

“You know, you might end up getting robbed or killed along the way. That would be a pity. You might as well sell it to me,” warned Lysander, his intense gaze unsettling Duen. “Is he threatening us?” Duen wondered. “Knock it off, Lysander; those are kids,” Edessa reprimanded, breaking the tension.

“I have told the Exagonians to assist us in the hunt for the Ghost of the Sky. The few hunts ended up with fatal injuries. It became difficult to pass this through the council,” Lysander explained. “But this is highly sought after; it can fetch a very high price in the neighboring kingdoms. Those pea brains in Exagonia have zero foresight on what is important, wasting all their time and resources training and training. Commerce is what makes the wheels of Solgandr turn.”

Edessa interjected, “There’s more to life than profits, Lysander.”

Ignoring Edessa’s comment, Lysander shifted his focus to Lia, pressing further. “Tell me your price, girl, everything has a price,” he said. Lia remained silent. “19,000 silvers. Sign, and it’s done,” Lysander stated, wearing a confident smile as he reached out his hand for a handshake, his eyes gleaming with greed.

Duen, wide-eyed, looked at Lia and urged her, “Holy! Lia, take the deal! It’s almost double of what we’re going to get from the bounty.”

“I humbly decline, sir. I’ve made an agreement with a buyer in Havone to bring back the core of the Winged Beast. I represent the Nightingale family name, the finest armorer in all lands. My family’s honor is at stake here,” Lia firmly stated.

“You must be nuts! I gave you an incredible deal. Tell me your price!” Lysander yelled in frustration.

“There is no price because there is no deal available,” Lia maintained her stance, refusing to yield.

Duen smiled, his admiration for Lia growing stronger. Her word and her family’s reputation meant more to her than any sum of money, and he respected her for it.

“Hahaha, clearly your theory that everything has a price is flawed, Lysander,” laughed Edessa. “Lia Nightingale, I like you already. Pay me a visit next time you’re in Solgandr, sweetheart. I’d like to have tea with you.”

“That would be such an honor. I’d like to learn more about the beasts from you, Master Edessa,” Lia replied with a bow. “Thank you once again. I shall take my leave.”

Master Edessa returned the bow, and Lia turned to leave. Duen followed her, bowing politely before casting a quick glance at Lysander, who was clearly fuming.