Anazitis moved swiftly, his breath steady but urgent as he left the barrier behind him making what happened inside nothing no one noticed the battle and what it will bring leaving the screaming mushrooms cleaned up . The forest stretched endlessly around him, thick with ancient trees that towered high into the sky. Their dense canopy wove together like an impenetrable shield, swallowing the sunlight before it could touch the forest floor. Shadows danced across the gnarled roots and wild undergrowth, creating a world draped in perpetual twilight.
The air was damp and heavy, filled with the scent of moss and earth. Every step he took stirred the silence, leaves crunching beneath his boots. The Fox's soul power surrender his buddy taking shape of the Fox a powerful Aura surrender his buddy protecting him and cover him using his power he keeps going forward to his goal
At last, the trees began to thin, shafts of golden light breaking through the gloom. Anazitis quickened his pace, his senses sharpening as warmth kissed his skin for the first time since entering the forest. Emerging from the shadowy woods, he stood on the edge of a radiant world—the City of Sun stretched before him, gleaming like a beacon of hope.
A wide, paved road led directly to the city's gates, flanked by fields of golden flowers that swayed gently in the breeze. The sky above was a brilliant blue, unmarred by clouds, and the air carried the faint hum of distant life.
The great gate loomed ahead, magnificent in its design. Crafted from gleaming metal that shimmered like molten gold, it stood as a testament to both beauty and strength. Intricate carvings adorned its surface, depicting celestial patterns, radiant suns, and ancient heroes. Vines studded with gemstones wove around its edges, catching the light like fragments of a forgotten dawn.
Stepping through the gate, Anazitis entered a city brimming with life. Streets paved with smooth, golden stones stretched in every direction. Lush trees lined the walkways, their leaves shimmering with a silver-green hue. Stalls filled with vibrant goods dotted the bustling streets, and the laughter of merchants mingled with the hum of conversation.
As he walked deeper into the city, the words of the First Sage echoed in his mind: "This city will one day be the reason the sun rises. It will bring hope to the people, even in their darkest hour."
The buildings were architectural marvels, their walls gleaming like polished gold under the sun. Spiraling towers reached toward the sky, adorned with intricate patterns that spoke of craftsmanship refined over centuries. Flowering vines cascaded from balconies, adding splashes of vivid color to the shimmering cityscape.
A massive marble statue of the Great Sage in the city's heart caught Anazitis' gaze. The sage's expression was one of serene determination, his robes flowing as though caught in an eternal breeze. The statue radiated a quiet power, a symbol of the wisdom and resilience that built this city.
Did this city fulfill the dream the sage had envisioned? Anazitis wondered. Did it truly become the beacon of hope he had promised?
Continuing his journey towards the city exploring again after a while,Anazitis made his way to the grand palace of Memoria, the heart of wisdom and knowledge. The palace was a breathtaking sight, its ivory walls gleaming like pearls under the sun. Majestic domes crowned its vast structure, and towering arches framed its grand entrance.
Inside, the opulence was even more striking. Marble floors shimmered like mirrors, and golden tapestries depicting the history of the sages adorned the walls. The scent of rare blossoms filled the air, mingling with the faint rustle of parchment and scrolls.
Anazitis approached a courteous worker who greeted him with a polite bow. "Welcome, former student. How may I assist you?"
Anazitis said to the worker and said did remember All the students
She replied with a soft voice the priliant one are hard to forget including the once that has spent all his Time on the dangerous section on the liberty
"I need the key to my room," Anazitis requested, and of course you sneak in and all the books i collect what to do about the smarters one i feel stupid collection the books and face dangerous places full of strong spell and young smart people like you just go and reading it when Im not into it
The worker handed him a key, etched with ancient symbols. "Enjoy your stay at Memoria, and please collect more about history I'm just copied every thing you didn't public and of course I did change a bit hene..
With smile on his face, Anazitis made his way through the palace halls. The sages moved gracefully, their radiant faces filled with warmth and wisdom. They spoke in gentle tones, their words imbued with serenity. Their presence felt almost ethereal, as though they were beings from a dream.
Ascending the grand staircase, Anazitis paused, a flicker of curiosity tugging at him. Why go to the room now? There's still time before the sages' meeting.
Turning on his heel, he decided to explore the library instead.
The library of Memoria was a marvel of craftsmanship, built entirely from polished wood that gleamed under the soft light filtering through stained-glass windows. Rows of towering shelves stretched toward the vaulted ceiling, each filled with countless volumes bound in leather and gold.
Students moved quietly through the aisles, their eyes alight with curiosity and desire for knowledge. Some sat at wooden tables, poring over ancient tomes, their quills scratching against parchment. Every face Anazitis saw seemed intelligent and determined, as though the very air of the library inspired greatness.
At the heart of the library stood a magnificent statue—a woman carved from white marble, her expression serene yet commanding. She held a book in one hand, her arm outstretched as if offering it to anyone who sought knowledge. The statue seemed alive, embodying the very essence of wisdom, ready to guide those willing to learn.
Anazitis stared in awe, remembering the ancient tale of a book said to contain all knowledge—the past, the present, and the future. This statue felt like the guardian of that fabled legend, a symbol of knowledge freely given to those who dared to seek it.
Books floated gently through the air, returning themselves to their rightful places on the shelves. The sight stirred a flood of memories within Anazitis, filling his heart with wonder and nostalgia.
He smiled, his spirit lighter than it had been in days. Magic thrived here—not just in the books, but in the very essence of Memoria.
With renewed purpose, Anazitis continued to explore, ready to embrace the wisdom and mysteries that awaited him.
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