Kaelen Dragonyx, a boy who lost both his parents and his mentor in the most ruthless way possible, decided in his heart to become the strongest swordsman in the world to protect the last remaining family he had, which is the only child of his mentor and his childhood friend. But along the line, he discovered that he is the most talentless boy of the generation which made his road towards being the strongest swordsman to be much further away and daunting than he could imagine. Be he didn't give up until he stumbled upon a sword that drastically changed his fate.
As Zephryon soared through the skies, cutting across the expanse between Eldoria and Valoria, Kaelen and the others were deep in meditation, their bodies and minds attuned to the ambient mana around them. The wind whistled past them, creating a calming rhythm that intertwined with the steady beating of Zephryon's powerful wings. Silence reigned, broken only by the soft murmurs of energy swirling around each of them.
Suddenly, Vice Chancellor Reeves spoke up, his voice resonating above the steady gusts. "We're nearing the Willowing Valley," he announced, his words hanging in the air. This statement caused a ripple through the group, snapping a few of them from their focused states.
Kaelen's eyes opened, his curiosity piqued as he glanced up at Reeves. "The Willowing Valley?" he repeated, frowning thoughtfully. "Why is it called that?"