Aftermath

As dawn broke over Mossy Hollow, the town lay in ruins, a stark reminder of the devastating battle that had taken place.

The streets were littered with debris, broken buildings, and the bodies of those who had fallen in the conflict.

The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the metallic scent of blood.

In the aftermath, the town was eerily silent, save for the occasional groan of a collapsing structure. The once vibrant town was now a desolate wasteland.

Barnabus lay in a small crater created by the fierce battle, his body broken and bleeding.

Nearby, Sir Elias knelt, his life force ebbing away. His once vibrant aura was now a faint shimmer, barely holding on to the last vestiges of life.

"I will use the last of my spiritual energy to talk to Oasis one final time," Sir Elias thought, his vision blurring as he glanced at the incapacitated Barnabus.

"Even if he survives, he's crippled. His cultivation is too low to cause trouble for decades."

Gathering his remaining strength, Sir Elias released his spiritual avatar before his body gave out completely.

His lifeless form slumped to the ground, his face peaceful in the dawn light.

Meanwhile, in the Bluemoon manor, Oasis was in his room, struggling to sleep.

Instead, he chose to cultivate, focusing on his mana heart and understanding his abilities.

He concentrated, feeling the energy flow through him.

"So, I am Oasis Volacris, and I have a phoenix as a pet," he mused in his thoughts, feeling a strange sense of destiny.

Suddenly, Sir Elias's spiritual avatar entered Oasis's conscious realm, appearing in an instant. The realm was a serene, beautiful place, filled with vibrant colors and gentle, flowing energy.

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"Master, what are you doing here?" Oasis asked, startled by the sudden appearance.

"It's beautiful here," Sir Elias said, his voice calm and gentle. "I'm glad you were my disciple, Oasis."

"Take care of Marina, Oasis. Continue to grow stronger and train harder so you can protect everyone," Sir Elias urged, his voice filled with emotion.

"What are you talking about, master?" Oasis asked, confusion and worry evident in his voice.

"You were like a son to me," Sir Elias said softly, embracing Oasis. As he did, his form began to fade, his spiritual energy dissipating into the realm.

"Take care lad, i leave my legacy to you, 'only you' and grow stronger."

Back in his room, Oasis felt the sudden absence of Sir Elias's presence. Realizing what had just happened, he broke down, tears streaming down his face.

His body shook with sobs as he processed the loss of his mentor figure.

The room around him felt cold and empty, the weight of his grief pressing down on him.

He clutched his chest, feeling the pain of loss mingled with the determination to honor Sir Elias's final wishes.

As he cried, the faint light of dawn began to fill the room, a silent witness to his sorrow and resolve.

the aftermath in Mossy Hollow...

In the desolate remains of Mossy Hollow, the air was thick with the stench of blood and smoke. The once bustling town was now eerily silent, filled only with the echoes of the recent carnage.

Barnabus, lying on the brink of death in a small crater, was a gruesome sight. His body was broken, his right arm severed, and his eye pierced.

Blood pooled around him, soaking into the dirt.

"There he is," one of Barnabus's lieutenants shouted, spotting their fallen leader. The squad that had separated before the attack returned, finding their boss near death.

They quickly attended to him, administering emergency care to stabilize him.

"We need to get him out of here," one of the henchmen said urgently, his voice trembling with fear and haste.

They hoisted Barnabus onto a makeshift stretcher, carefully avoiding his most severe injuries. The group moved swiftly, leaving the ruined town behind.

The destruction they had wrought was absolute: bodies of Mossy Hollow's residents children, old people, guards, and women were strewn everywhere, a testament to the brutality of the night's events.

Sir Elias's lifeless body lay among the carnage, his final act of heroism now just a memory in the dawn's light.

His serene face contrasted sharply with the violence around him, his peaceful expression a stark reminder of his sacrifice.

The town, once full of life, was now a graveyard.

The air was heavy with the weight of death and loss, a silent testament to the night's horrors.

A few days later, Oasis, Zane, and Conri Bluemoon traveled towards Lunalith City in a high grade artifact carriage, Pulled by four majestic Equinores.

Inside, the atmosphere was somber. Oasis sat in silent contemplation, his eyes distant and filled with a mix of grief and determination.

Zane, sensing his friend's mood, remained quiet, offering silent support.

Conri Bluemoon, always observant, kept a watchful eye on both young men, understanding the weight of recent events even if he wasn't privy to all the details.

In the grand hall of the Evergreen Palace...

The queen sat at the head of a long table, flanked by the four leaders of the great families who had not yet returned to their territories.

The hall was adorned with lush greenery and cascading flowers, a testament to the city's connection to nature.

The atmosphere was tense, with discussions about ongoing political matters filling the room.

Suddenly, a shadowy figure entered the hall with haste. He wore a cap bearing the symbol of the Ignis family, marking him as one of their own.

"Greetings to the great queen," he said, his voice urgent.

Draco Ignis, the leader of the Ignis family and one of the elders in the meeting, immediately recognized the newcomer.

"He is part of my brother's shadow force," Draco explained, his tone grave.

The shadow agent began to recount the horrific events that had transpired.

He described the destruction of the towns, the massacre of their inhabitants, and the desperate battle between Barnabus the Slayer and Sir Elias.

His voice was steady, but the horror of what he had witnessed was evident.

"I watched from the shadows," he continued, "but I was powerless to intervene. Their strength far surpassed my own. Sir Elias fought bravely, but ultimately, he fell, sacrificing himself."

As the shadow agent spoke, the queen's aura began to rage.Her eyes flashed with fury, and the air around her crackled with suppressed energy.

The leaders of the great families exchanged glances, feeling the intensity of her anger.