When Ora ascends the two moons by the world would hide behind the horizon leaving behind the third moon, Nerva, to bask under the presence of Ora far off its distance.

Jon would remember the tales about the night and day told by Grandmother Bliss as he admires the light of the sun peeking over the horizon, leaving a stretch of golden and orange lights on the sluggish clouds.

The sways of the leaves as the wind passes creates a moment of tranquility around the cave entrance. For just a moment, Jon was lost in the harmony of nature forgetting about the loss of his master and the nightmare that occurred five seasons ago.

After taking in a breath of air, he returns to the reality of it all and walked behind Meyvil.

"Wait, is this what you meant about the 'Restoration Phenomena' last night?" As he surveyed the area, there he finally noticed that the trail of broken trees where they passed through last night were restored as if nothing had happened to them.

"It certainly is Jon, help me investigate the surroundings now." Meyvil excitedly conjured two white magic circle that released a streak of faint light that scoured deeper into the forest and under the soils of the trees.

Bale without making any sound tagged along Jon when they were attempting to study more about the phenomenon.

"Um... Meyvil, can you not use that magic to communicate with the animals around here?" Jon spoke after moments of silence as if clearing the countless thoughts he had in his head.

Meyvil chuckled at his question, remembering that Vernack asked the same question beforehand.

"No, it is not within my abilities to form connections with the wildlife." She replied while she continued to stretch out the streak of faint light all over the surrounding environment.

'So a mage even at her level is unable to conjure every magic in the world?' Jon was taken aback by her reply, his understanding of mages based on Grandmother Bliss' and Lahar's explanations and stories were limited.

"If not so, how were you able to tame a torbir and trained it to that level? Is it not that in order to be able to bring any creature up to any point needs a strong connection?" After some thought, Jon finally voiced his question as if it were water rushing out of a dam after being blocked for a long time.

Meyvil's eyes widened as she hears the incredible insight of a boy whom had limited knowledge about mages that studied in any Academia. She thought that the two boys would be the same, having little understanding about the world since she believed that they were isolated from the rest of the world since their birth, however the boy behind her proved her otherwise.

"Yes, it is completely logical that one must form a deep bond with any creature for it to be trained to Halungr's level." She happily explains as she pulls back all of the streak of faint light back into her palm.

"However, all that I own, Halungr and its siblings of different species, were gifted to me when they were still young by my grandfather whom was a Master Conjurer of Familiars."

"Master Conjurer of Familiars?" Jon mutters to himself as he goes in deep thought.

"All mages graduate in different schools, so my grandfather graduated as a Conjurer wherein they focus on forming connections with creatures of all kinds, the living and the dead." She answers Jon's question as she sat down on a large stone resting beside a large tree, sweat falls down her velvety robe.

"The connection between me and my Halun are of the same length as ya were to yer horse behind ya." Before Jon could speak any more questions, Meyvil continued her explanation expecting Jon to question more about Halungr.

"I can sense the use of enchantment on the horse's mind, but unlike the enchantment used by Conjurers, this one is connected to the heart and its mana soul which in the level of enchantment based on what I could remember this is the highest level making the enchantment permanent." She looks at the horse with a cold gaze making Bale shiver in fear as it sensed that it was like it was being read like a book.

Jon was appalled by her statement. A magic at the highest level which was used on a horse that they met five years ago, this thought rang in Jon's mind as his view on Bale changed at that moment.

Feeling two different gazes at it, Bale cowers in embarrassment and clopped back inside the cave to escape the sight of the two mortals under the shade of the forest.

"After looking at the mana soul between ya and yer friend, I have hypothesized that it was neither ya nor Vernack whom enchanted the horse." She rises from her seat and grabs one of Jon's hand as she uses the magic she used to investigate the forest on him.

Meyvil suddenly grabbing his hand startled Jon as he instinctively pushes her away from him. She falls back to the large stone, leaving a small rip on the back of her velvety robe.

"Sorry madam!" Jon immediately helped her back up, feeling the guilt of suddenly pushing her away.

"No need to apologize, my fault for suddenly grabbing yer hand." She dusts herself off and once more reaches out her hand.

"Will ya allow me to investigate the history of yer mana soul?"

Jon looked at Meyvil in confusion, thinking what could possibly she learn about his mana soul when even he could not feel the movement of mana within him.

"W-why do you need to check my mana soul?" After a few moments, Jon finally spoke his confusion.

"Well, I need to double-check if ya were the one who enchanted that horse since I could not sense mana within you last night." Meyvil's friendly expression made Jon feel guiltier for pushing her.

"A-alright." Jon extended his hand and allows her to user her magic on him, knowingly that she will not be able to find anything about his mana soul.

Woo! She softly chants the magic then a white magic circle appears on Meyvil's palm and a faint streak of light injects into Jon's rough palm and moves along the movement of blood in his veins and arteries back to his heart.

Jon feels the cold sensation of the faint white light entering and flowing along his arteries and as it scoured deep within him he suddenly feels his chest tightening and his eyes flashed in a bright green light for a moment.

Boom! The magic scouring in his body met with a fierce invisible force and stretched out within him.

Meyvil paled the moment she felt her formulated mana being attacked by this unknown force within the boy in front of her. She does her best to pull back all of her magic but the enigmatic power within him would pull the mana back with even greater force.

Not able to think of any other method at that moment, Meyvil immediately cuts off the mana flowing out of her palm which disrupts the magic circle and stops the streak of light from being connected to his hand.

The remaining formulated mana within Jon were immediately sucked in by the abyssal force within him and returned back into his heart. Soon after, his eyes flashed in green light and a moment later he was inside an abyss.

Jon waved his arm around as he feels the cold familiar air in this abyss, he walks around the endless abyss and occasionally turn as if searching for something. A moment later, the horizon in front of him shone in a bright green light as it stretches out into the dark sky.

Not wasting any moment later, he sprints towards the horizon but the longer he ran towards it, the farther the horizon seemed.

"Supriar!" A voice bellowed from the horizon as the shout shakes the abyss.

Balancing himself from the violent shaking of the abyss, Jon increases his pace as the mention of the person that razed his two homes peaked his curiosity.

"Die by the hands of the dead!" As the voice howled towards him, the abyss shook violently again.

The moment Jon was about to peek at the horizon near him, he smells a strong stench of blood. Jon winces the moment the scent reached him, slowing down his pace.

A few moments later, he arrives at a hill filled with piles of dead bodies all over the hill and the field behind it. The impaled, beheaded, dismembered, and incinerated bodies were left to rot and consumed by vultures that scavenged around it.

The grass and the surrounding leaves were painted in blood, the sky that stretched towards the infinite abyss reminisced the direness of the field as a storm was brewing towards it.

Jon chilled at the sight and stumbles backward attempting to move away from the horrible hill filled with death. As Jon moved two steps backward he suddenly feels a cold liquid all over his palm.

The moment he felt the cold liquid, his back chilled at the eerie sensation. He hesitantly rose his hand and look at it, then a moment later he finally sees his hand covered in blood.

He turns his back to see where the blood originated from, then a moment later, he felt his heart sank as the scene before him was something he would never imagine to see even for a vision.

Jon sees what seemed to be a sea of blood extending infinitely into the horizon and numerous decapitated heads flowing along the waves of the sea.

He immediately jumps out of the flowing sea and tries to run in a different direction but he suddenly feels a cold sharp blade slowly puncture from his back into his left lung. Blood flowed out of his mouth and a sharp pain sensation stretched all over his body causing him to yowl.

"You should have never tested my patience boy." A cold voice whispers from behind him as the sword was being forced in deeper.

Jon used all of his strength to face the person behind him, but as soon as he turned he returned back into the abyss. Jon flails around as he struggled for breath, still thinking that he was being stabbed from behind.

"What... fuck..." Jon tries to utter his thoughts but the shock overwhelms him only letting out a few breath as he spoke.

His body was drenched in cold sweat as he checks on himself, feeling the parts of his body where the sword stabbed through. Jon let out a sigh when he felt no stab wounds nor any sign of blood on his body.

Just when he thought that everything was clear, he sensed a deathly gaze directly above him. The moment he gazed above him, he suddenly feels someone grabbing his shoulders.

"Jon!" Jon hears Meyvil's voice calling out to him as he flashes back to reality.

"Ah! Die! Die!" He pushes her back with all his might and would repeatedly bash Meyvil on the head as he believes he is still inside the abyss.

"Wind Shot!" Without wasting another moment, Meyvil chanted one of her offensive magic then a gray magic circle appeared on the back of her hand and shot out a small invisible force that struck Jon's chest forcing him off of her.

Gah! Jon was flung back to the wall of the cave entrance as he yelped out in pain, knocking him out in an instant.

"What happened to him?" Meyvil mutters to herself as she composes herself and checked on him.

"And what in the world was that 'force' within him?" She continued, then suddenly Bale arrived and saw that Jon was unconscious.

"Horse, it was not my inten--" Before she could finish her sentence,

****

Within the forest by Baron Slies' castle a troop of cavalrymen are seen galloping along the dirt path directed towards a nearby village. When the troop reached a divided path, they immediately split and went on the two paths.

Hyah! One of the cavalrymen who had no helmet on rushed his steed as his mind was clouded with anger.

"Damn those Supriars to Solvana! The moment I see them I would do worse than killing them!" The cavalryman behind the one with no helmet suddenly broke the tense atmosphere and voiced their frustration.

"As if poisoning the wells of several villages were not enough, they went on and even angered Lady Meyvil's torbir at that!" Another cavalryman whose voice was muffled joined in his frustration.

"Silence Nivar, Boyle! We have little knowledge of what angered her beast, we cannot completely blame all these on those literal demons." The cavalryman without a helmet, who seemed to be the captain of the troop, scolded his troop but his expression seemed to agree with their statement.

"Lucky that we were not ravaged by her beast as well, if it did, I would have not been able to even save a child at that point." Boyle sighs as he could not argue with the statement of their captain.

Half the time it took for a pillared beeswax candle to burn out, Rolguard Briham's troop arrived at one of the villages near the border castle, Murky Wolf.

To their surprise, they see that the people of the village are unharmed and are lively as ever. Some were seen butchering three large hogs, some were chopping firewood, and some doing their own business.

Briham was both glad and confused by the boon that the village was in. What seemed to be imminent death from Halungr's rage last night was falsified by the proof right in front of them.

"This does not seem right." Nivar galloped beside Briham and voiced out the same confusion as their captain.

"Gram, question Elder Polus about anything that weird that occurred here during Zakel's light." Briham issued an order on one of the cavalrymen behind him, as the others stayed on the entrance of the village.

Gram immediately executed his order and urged his steed inward. With what seemed to be an eternity as Gram was questioning not only the elder inside but the villagers as well, he returns confused.

"Was it the Supriar?" Before Briham or Gram was able to utter any word, Boyle was the first to question about the situation.

"Nay, they were not harmed by Lady Meyvil's beast nor were they raided by the Supriars." He said while his expression was dour.

"If it were not the Supriars, then it could have been even worse than we imagined." Briham replied as he pondered as well.

The cavalrymen around him were visibly taken aback by his words, they never even thought about the level of threat what Halungr was fighting for the battle to rage on for more than one pillared beeswax candle.

"That..." Nivar was rendered speechless by the thought that there was possibly an even greater threat by the border than the torbir owned by Meyvil.

"Could the beast have fought one of the Ferrins?" Gram muttered as he gazes towards the mountain range near the Kingdom of Supriar's border.

"The Ferrins are things of myth and legends! Not even one in the Scrolls of Time in Duke Cristos library nor the Academia had mentioned the appearance of any Ferrin since the dawn of time!" Boyle immediately rebuked the thought of Ferrins existing even before the Scrolls of Time were written.

"Boyle, myths and legends would have never existed if not even a part of it was witnessed by any living being in this damned world." Briham counters Boyle's rebuttal as he feels a slight pain in his head just thinking about the possibility of a Ferrin disrupting Wesout's peace.

"Those stories could have been witnessed through the hallucinations formulated by the Demonaics, was it not stated that was used by them during the 'Great Mortal-Demonaic War' thousands of Lios ago!" Boyle still could not accept the thought of Ferrins existing in Wesout, nor in any part of the world.

The troop could only sigh in agreement to Boyle's statement, there were tons of reasons they could make before even reaching the topic about Ferrins roaming around the world. They look at the horizon for a moment before Rolguard Briham leads the troop back to Baron Slies' border castle.

****

"So, Murky Wolf and Taldirion were left untouched by the rage of Meyvil's beast?" Drakon sighs as he thinks about the variables of what could have caused something like this.

"Aye milord! There is even a much more confusing report from the scouts." Rolguard Clietus knelt before Baron Slies in the Baron's castle hall.

"Speak of it Clietus, hide none from me." Drakon said as he thought of anymore occurrence that Clietus would mention.

"The scouts joined with the graduates from 'Academia Us Valun' found not even a trace of battle near Meyvil's domain nor the areas around it as well." Clietus hesitated at first but soon after he mentions the report coming from the scouts.

Crack! The moment Drakon heard that phrase 'no trace of battle', he could not restrain himself as he breaks one of the arms of his throne. What was even more shocking was not even the mages were able to trace any hint of battle even with their high level knowledge of investigative magic.

The aura Drakon was exuding made Clietus chilled, he felt that if he misspoke his head could be flying at any moment before he could defend himself.

"Had they communicated with any of the wildlife that witnessed it?" Drakon composed himself as he exercises the presence of a true noble.

"Erm... that... the conjurers stated that the memories of every wildlife that night were nothing but peaceful, as if nothing happened." Clietus said as he bowed deeper, hiding the embarrassment on his face.

Contrary to what Rolguard Clietus believed, Drakon was not angered by the report, rather he was stupefied as his eyes widened and jaws are open. Drakon could not believe such a phenomenon could exist, so without any word he stood from his throne and gently tapped Clietus on the head.

"Clietus, I will be writing a letter with the 'Seal of Heaven', never let anyone know about this letter nor you should loss this letter, bring the letter to Grand Magus Alingoth as if your life depends on it!" Drakon's command echoed on the empty hall of his castle.

Rolguard Clietus felt his bone chilled the moment he learned about the severity of this phenomena.

"Your will be done Lord Slies!" Clietus responded as he follows Drakon inside his study.