In the tumultuous magical realm, Aurelian's frustration boiled over, his shout reverberating through the ethereal landscape, a bright light emanating from his body, and his eyes aglow with a dangerous green hue. Riven watched in awe and fear as the chain imprisoning Aurelian shattered into pieces, leaving him to collapse in immediate exhaustion.
In this enigmatic realm, Aurelian slowly opened his eyes, the pain throbbing through his body. "You are finally awake," Riven remarked, engrossed in overseeing his students' training. Still reeling from the ordeal, Aurelian questioned his surroundings. "Where am I?" he asked, struggling to rise from the bed.
"This is the Flower Valley, my palace," Riven explained, revealing the secrets of the magical realm. Aurelian, taken aback, asked, "You have students?" Surprise colored his voice. "Yes, I am a supreme God. I should have my own students and servant," Riven confirmed, a trace of pride in his smile. However, Aurelian remained cautious. "But the great mistress didn't know about this," he pointed out, wary of potential conflicts.
Riven, sensing an opportunity for collaboration, suggested, "Let us join hands together..." but before he could finish, Aurelian, distrustful, interrupted. "I don't trust you." In an instant, he found himself back at the sect, the teleportation spell whisking him away. He wasted no time, hurrying down the familiar paths.
Evangeline called out to him, her voice gentle yet urgent. "Lucius..."
"We've been waiting for you. Come with me," she implored, leading him to Saraphim's presence. There she lay, in a state of slumber, the weight of their worry palpable.
"We've tried many things to save her," Ignatius shared, his sorrow evident in his voice. The group had tirelessly explored all avenues, their unity in this trial reinforcing their determination.