The power feather belongs to the young warrior Amon.

A huge ceiling of darkness appeared over both Amon and Jeanne's heads, blocking the way to the red flag. Using qibanding or magic was forbidden, and items fell under the category of no powers. So what did Amon and Jeanne have to do? It was simple; they had to reach the flag with their physical capabilities alone.

The amount of qi that entered this location was neither great nor small. It was essential to create skills that would harm him or Jeanne, and especially Jeanne was at a disadvantage in this moment.

She couldn't see the Qi; the only thing she saw was a fireball that suddenly appeared right in front of her. Amon could figure out which skill would come based on how the Qi was bending itself; the skills were basic skills he had formed hundreds or thousands of times.

Amon notices Jeanne's struggle and thinks of a way to help her. But there was nothing much he could do; the only option was to warn her before the skill activated.

"Jeanne to your left."

Jeanne reacted in a matter of seconds; she saw a huge rock flying towards her and dodged.

"Jeanne I will tell you from where something is coming, and you will react according to what you see."

And so a wave of commands and dodging started to fluster the room. Amon shouted and doghed while giving Jeanne warnings.

Jeanne once again found out how menacing Amon was in this field. He knew from where something came before the skill even activated. If a magician would be able to do this. A fight would be over in seconds.

Dodging the attacks was not a problem; the problem was getting to the red flag. The flag was located on a ceiling that was 6.4 meters high and blocked by a wall of darkness.

"Jeanne I will risk something; catch my body if I fall."

Amon wasted no more time; he landed on the floor and jumped high towards the wall of darkness when he touched it. The wall was, as he antisipated it, not a wall; it could be better described as a black cloud that damaged everything that was inside of it. He felt how the pain was directed all over his body. His skin and bones were intact. He began to bleed and then reached the end of the cloud, packed the flag, and ripped it off.

The moment it got ripped off the ceiling, Amon used the fire Qi in the room and burned the flag. He was banding the Qi and gave the bird who asked for it a show.

The fleg got blown by the wind, and Amon danced with the Qi. He turned and made a fire show combining darkness, rocks, and air.

Jeanne was stunned by the performance Amon showed; he looked like a ghost created by nature who showed his powers. But this was wrong; Amon did not show his powers. He showed everyone the beauty of Qi.

The room lit up, and as a final gesture, a statue of a person with black and white wings appeared, surrounded by fire and air.

"Bird of the gods. I hope that you are pleased with what you saw." Amon spoke with a proud and strong voice that held amsolute confidence in it.

Without a word or answer, a tunnel opened and led the way to a third room. Amon wasted no time and walked inside the tunnel. Jeanne looked at the statue and was stunned by what she saw. The face of the statue was divided into one that showed the face of a being ready to burn the world. On the other side, it looked as if it couldn't hurt a single person without feeling guilt.

Jeanne found the statue somehow beautiful and fearsome at the same time. As she noticed that she was alone and Amon walked further without even thinking, she rushed into the tunnel to catch up to him.

Amon and she discussed what to do next and then arrived at a room that had an opening to the left. I looked like a huge window without glass. A door blocked their way for some reason. Nothing stood on it, nor did it move.

So they decided to wait. After 10 minutes, Gunnar and Leif were seen on the other side of the opening. They looked as if they had a tough time behind them. They had small wounds all around their bodies.

They paid no attention to Amon and Jeanne; Leif only walked to the door while Gunnar leaned against the wall. It looks like he took the most damage.

Leif began to talk about something.

"This is the last room. Do whatever you think has to be done to clear it. Good luck, young warriors."

Amon first didn't understand why Leif said that, but then he looked at the door again and noticed that the same text stood there now for some reason.

Amon rushed towards it and tried to open it, and to his surprise, it opened, and as he looked inside, a round room was seen. Jeanne, Leif, and Gunnar came in, and when Gunnar, who was the last one to enter the room, came in, the doors disapeared and a voice sounded in their heads.

"Find the true feather, and it will be yours. Good luck, young warriors."

The moment the voice disappeared, feathers formed their shapes all over the room, and a green flag was hung on the other side of the room.

Everybody got what the bird meant with that. Somewhere inside this room was the power feather, and they had to find it among all the different feathers.

The feathers had different colors, shapes, and lengths. They walked around and looked at many feathers; fighting was for the beginning, not the plan, but being on guard was a good thing. You never know your opponent's next move.

Jeanne looked at the feather with rainbow colors, Gunnar at a grey one, Leif at one that was bigger than his torso, and Amon walked around and looked at all the feathers for no longer than three seconds.

'This is meaningless. I don't know how this feather looks; how should I find this damn item?

Amon thought, and then the word item somehow got stuck in his head and didn't want to go away. He had the feeling that something special was associated with this word and focused his mind on the meaning of the word.

An item is a tool that can be created by various factors or influences. A high concentration of mana or qi generated by a living being. Through spells, skills, or blessings.'

Wait a minute; every item reacts to mana and qi. That's exactly it. Qi.'

Amon had an advantage over all the creatures on this planet. He could do whatever he wanted with Qi; he could circulate it. Let it flow into things, and no one would notice. He used this advantage and opened the gate and hid it.

He let simple qi flow out of it and let it flow into every single one of the springs. If there was an item under these feathers, it had to react to the Qi, and only he would stoke this reaction.

He would cause this reaction in several feathers. A snow-white feather, a violet feather There were many, but the reactions were all too weak for an item of legendary rank. He had used an item of legendary rank once in his life and still remembers the feeling he had then. The reaction, the power—he remembered it as if it were yesterday.

And finally, after a lot of searching, he found a strong signature and went for it. And let even more Qi flow into it, his power became stronger and clearer. It was an item that reacted to Qi and also reacted back to that Qi. Items are wanted to be found, and if someone gives them a sign, they give it back, and in this case, they give it back to the qibander.

He followed the signature until he reached the green flag. Amon pulled down the flag, and behind it hid what everyone was looking for in this room.

The feather was longer than Amon himself and was colored in a combination of blue, white, and green.

The voice sounded again and announced it to everyone who had found the feather.

"This young warrior has found my feather. Praise him and honor him." The voice disappeared, and soon all four of them were on the light side of the woods again.

The Ork brothers tried to find a place where the light didn't meet and rushed into the shadows of the trees. An ork couldn't walk into the sunlight; their eyes were perfect to see in the dark, but in the light, it was as if a human looked straight into the sun.

Amon didn't know what could happen next and decided to grab Jeanne and run away. When he was far enough away from the woods, he stopped at a small hill.

Jeanne looked at the feather, which was bigger than Amon himself. In her opinion, all of it went smoothly. She thought they would struggle and that only one group would come out alive.

Amon thought about that but paid no more attention to it. He wanted to return and finish this meaningless war.

Amon whistled, and Tigran appeared, who also took them directly to his guild.

Amon and Jeanne did not understand why all this was so easy. But they didn't question it when they saw the guild right in front of them.

"Amon, I hope you really survive this." Tigran turned and ran away.

And as Amon set foot inside the guild, he began to bleed and fell to the ground with Jeanne.