The Black Tower: Highest Floor, the Realm of Earth.

The Black Tower is a place where Earth connects to other realms. It is one of the greatest towers, located in the Black Continent. There are also some other towers. But for some reason black tower is a most important tower in all towers. Here, meetings of immense importance are held.

The rulers of the seven continents gather in the grand hall. Also, some great family that hold magnificent power and authorities. A hushed murmur fills the room, anticipation thick in the air.

"Shall we begin the meeting?" the Ruler of Mural asks, gazing around the room.

"Did you not receive the letter? Stop asking foolish questions," the Ruler of the Greatest Sea responds sharply.

"Silence," commands the Master of the Black Tower, his voice low but unwavering.

The Duke of the Eastern Continent sighs and speaks gravely.

"Before we proceed, I must inform you of troubling news. The seal... has been broken."

The room falls into complete silence.

One of the lords breaks the quiet, voice filled with disbelief.

"Are you certain? That... thing... has been broken?"

"Are you jesting?" another asks, incredulously.

"How could this happen...?"

#2

Silence once more descends, deeper and heavier than before.

The Master of the Black Tower speaks with a somber tone.

"We have all gathered here for a reason. We must carefully consider our next steps regarding this matter."

"So, what are we to do now?"

 another asks, worry evident in their voice.

"So, do you have a plan? "The Lord of Mural says

The Duke of the Warrior Family interrupts,

"What will we do if that thing has broken? Why ask questions? We will fight that thing." 

Raise your voices like warriors!

"Do you not understand who we are about to face?"

 the Mural Emperor asks.

Silence falls as the Master of the Black Tower speaks again.

"Our ancestors spent their lives battling that force. Now, it's our turn."

Another member asks cautiously.

#3

"We are searching for exactly that."

They exchange urgent words in hushed tones until the meeting ends.

"If you'll excuse me,"

The Master of the Black Tower speaks before leaving the room, followed closely by his assistant.

Outside, the assistant catches up and shares new findings.

"Sir, I found something in the northern subcontinent. They say there's an artifact there—a shapeshifter. But the person, or boy, who uses it doesn't carry any mana."

The Master of the Black Tower pauses, considering the news.

"Is that artifact an old one?"

"No, sir," the assistant replies.

"Did you attempt contact?"

"It's in the northern subcontinent, so it's hard to approach."

The Master of the Black Tower sighs, looking out into the distance, where the sun sets beyond the horizon, a heavy weight on his heart as he contemplates the uncertain future.

Location:

An unknown, destroyed place—perhaps the remnants of an ancient city. The day was bleak, and the sky was overcast. Amidst the chaos, a boy pushed himself up, his body aching.

 He started muttering numbers under his breath—

"200, 201, 202."

 Each word seemed to grow louder and more urgent.

#4

As his voice echoed, the area began to stir, and the air vibrated with an unsettling sound. The boy's chant had unknowingly attracted the attention of a monster.

The setting was once the site of a dungeon. An old dungeon long abandoned and forgotten, now overrun with monsters, facing terrifying creatures within. This dungeon was home to monsters classified as Tier 3—pig-like beasts, ferocious and deadly.

One of the monsters heard the boy's chant and immediately rushed toward him. The boy tried to prepare for the attack, but just as the creature lunged, someone intervened. A light magic spell cut through the monster, and with a burst of energy, it was destroyed.

"Well done, bait," a voice called out from behind him.

Saint candidate Revna Valora.

"Well, the fun is just beginning" Aris flame user.

"Thanks for your commission now all monster's will rush here. so be prepared!"

 A different voice full of anticipation. Dual elemental Norman Thagard.

"Alright, my warm-up's done. Let's start hunting," Anon take his sword.

Looked at Aris and said, "don't do anything stupid today."

"Well, just you watch?" Aris replied confidently.

#5

The pig-like monsters spread across the entire area, their numbers growing rapidly.

Then, Aris began chanting. As his incantation grew louder, the fireball he summoned transformed into a massive phoenix, which he hurled toward the monsters.

The monsters began to tremble in fear, but just before the fiery phoenix reached them, it disappeared into thin air.

Everyone stared at him in disbelief.

"Man, I practiced the whole week, but why did it turn out like this?" he muttered, burying his head in his hands.

The monsters, still shaken by the sight of the phoenix, began gathering in greater numbers.

"Hey, Norman, do you have a plan?"

Norman replied, "Well, let's see, we…"

Before he could finish, a voice from behind interrupted him.

"Step aside, boys."

Revna Vaelora, a saint of the light element, stepped forward.

"Revna, don't do anything reckless!" Anon warned.

"You'll see what recklessness looks like," Revna smirked, glancing at Aris.

"Oi, idiot, just sit down and watch your big sister fight."

"Hey, barbarian lady, don't try to act like my big sister, you… fatty-!" Aris shot back.

As he argued with Revna, a few monsters lunged at him from behind. Revna quickly swung her scepter, taking them out, then grabbed him by the collar, pulling him back to safety.

"If you don't want to die, sit tight and stay out of trouble."

#6

She estured to anon and said

 "Keep an eye on Aris! Norman and I will handle these monsters. The two of us are enough to deal with them."

"Alright, good luck."

I gave them a quick salute and sat back, watching with a sigh.

Norman began chanting a spell, creating what looked like a small ball. But as it touched the ground, it began creating immense pressure in the air. As it moved toward the monsters, everything around it was blown away.

"I call this spell Vortex Nexus," he said with a grin.

"That's perfect for an air elemental genies! Shall I begin?"

Revna then charged forward, leaping into the air and lifting her holy scarf. She began chanting,

"God's Light!"

A cascade of holy light descended from the sky, striking the monsters. The creatures were swept away, burned by the touch of the Holy Light.

Anon muttered to himself, "Holy moly…"

Aris, awestruck, watched the spell in action.

"Do you think I could ever create a spell like that, Anon?" he asked quietly.

#7

Aris looked frustrated, and his eyes seemed hopeless.

anon put a comforting hand on his shoulder to cheer him up and said,

"Don't worry, buddy. One day, you'll be able to create spells even more amazing than that."

He tried to smile and replied, "Maybe."

Then, looking at the battlefield, he added, "If they keep fighting like this, I don't think we'll need to step in."

Anon smirked and said, "Just keep watching, and you'll understand."

After ten minutes...

"Why aren't you coming? Come on!" Norman shouted, panting heavily.

"I'm not finished yet! Come at me, monsters—I'll punish you as a god would!" Despite her bravado, even Miss Saint was exhausted.

They were both worn out after fighting for ten minutes, but the number of monsters hadn't decreased at all.

"Um… what's going on?" Aris asked, gesturing to Anon for an explanation.

"Well, the thing is, no matter how powerful the spell you use, these monsters absorb mana to their limit. The spells are effective, but the problem is the sheer number of them. These pig-like monsters, Type-3, are just so many that…"

#8

"They reproduce so quickly… And after all those powerful attacks, I don't think we've managed to take down even half of them," he said, his voice trembling with fear.

"So, what should we do?" he asked nervously.

"Hey, Anon, do you think you can handle this?" Norman asked, looking hopeless.

"Anon, just hold them off for two minutes so I can regain my mana," Revna said, catching her breath.

Anon sighed. "Do you even have enough mana to heal yourself?"

Revna looked at Anon, and he could tell she wasn't sure.

"We'll have to pay the price for this later," he muttered, tossing a healing potion toward them.

"Man, I brought this potion just for myself…" Anon thought to himself.

"Aris! I need your help. Block their line of sight for me," Anon called out to Aris.

"Will that actually help?" Aris asked, still unsure.

"Just do it, man. I'll handle the rest," Anon replied confidently.

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