(The character will be introduced immediately after the episode concludes.)

Scene 1: The Meeting of Domains

Inside the cramped hut, the dim glow of a single lantern dances across rough wooden walls, casting elongated, flickering shadows that seem to whisper secrets of old. The air is thick with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, its steam curling upward in lazy spirals as Elvorn, with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a lazy smile, pours it into a set of worn ceramic cups.

Elvorn gestures casually toward the only chair in the room.
Elvorn:
"Have a seat."

Without missing a beat, he sinks into the sole chair, his presence both relaxed and commanding. An awkward silence settles over the group as everyone exchanges cautious glances. Xero, unfazed, lowers himself cross-legged on the creaky floor, arms resting confidently on his knees. Wicca follows suit, then Cloud, while Mechan lingers near the doorway, arms folded and his expression unreadable.

Xero, unable to resist a tease, grins and calls out:
Xero:
"Mechan, come sit—unless you think standing makes you look taller!"

Elvorn chuckles deeply, revealing sharp fangs that glint under the lantern’s light.
Elvorn:
"Come now, are you still wary of me? Did you really think I was planning to eat you?"
(He laughs heartily, the sound echoing warmly in the cramped space.)

Mechan narrows his eyes but, with a resigned sigh, lowers himself to the floor.
Cloud: (calmly)
"It’s not that we’re afraid of you… this is our first time encountering a being from the Mythical Domain."

Xero nods thoughtfully.
Xero:
"Exactly. Every tale we’ve heard paints creatures from other domains as dangerous and unfriendly."

Elvorn leans back, shaking his head in amusement as he takes a slow sip of his coffee.
Elvorn:
"Funny enough, back home, normal beings think the same about you lot. We, too, fear other domains. After the destruction of the Astral Gates, most of us chose isolation—our leaders decreed no alliances, no wars, just pure survival."

Xero leans forward, curiosity lighting his features.
Xero:
"So… does that mean the Mythical Domain is safe?"

Elvorn’s smile fades to a more somber expression as he sets down his cup with deliberate care.
Elvorn: (chuckling bitterly)
"Safe? No. Like your domain, we have the good, the bad, the cruel, and the kind—but we’re divided by strength, power, capability, virtues…and politics."

Cloud’s brows furrow, his tone turning serious.
Cloud:
"Then why not return home? We could help you rebuild what was lost."

Elvorn lets out a hollow laugh, shaking his head slowly.
Elvorn:
"If only it were that simple. Your government is harsh towards outsiders, and even if I wanted to return, the Mythical Domain isn’t the sanctuary you think it is. The fall of the Astral Gates changed everything. Now, Mortal humans, Corporeal magical beasts, Mythical creatures, and Ethereal aethers all roam the same world, often without knowing it."

Wicca exhales softly, her voice tinged with realization.
Wicca:
"So the world today isn’t safe for anyone. All these beings coexist, yet everyone’s fighting for survival."

Mechan cracks his knuckles, his tone edged with grim determination.
Mechan:
"That’s a disaster waiting to happen. If survival is all that matters, then this world is nothing but a battleground for the fittest."

Elvorn nods slowly, his eyes reflecting years of hard-won wisdom.
Elvorn:
"You kids are young—too young for what lies ahead… yet here you are."
(He sips his coffee again, then sets it down with a decisive clink.)
"Now, tell me—what brings you here?"

Xero’s face hardens with resolve.
Xero:
"We’re searching for a place to master our Soul Weapons before we proceed with our mission."

Elvorn’s ears twitch in intrigue as he leans in, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Elvorn:
"Soul Weapons, huh?" (He chuckles softly.) "Mature minds in young bodies. I may not fully understand these Soul Weapons, but I do know they must be potent—capable of harming other domains, unlike the feeble tools of the Mortal Realm."

Cloud blinks in surprise, his tone inquisitive.
Cloud:
"Wait… so normal weapons can’t easily harm you?"

Elvorn smirks, his gaze flicking to Mechan’s clenched fists.
Elvorn:
"Not easily at all."

Mechan’s fists clench tighter.
Mechan:
"So that’s why Lethal Troops barely dented the Black Cloaks at the Border Village. If only I’d known about Soul Energy earlier..."

Elvorn stands, stretching languidly as the tension eases slightly.
Elvorn:
"If you’re seeking a training ground, you may use this area. Roothel and I can assist—but your Soul Weapons? That’s a path only you can walk."

Cloud exchanges a glance with Xero, nodding in unison.
Cloud:
"There’s no one who can help us except ourselves—just as Mr. Chuck once said."

Xero rises, bowing slightly in respectful acknowledgment.
Xero:
"We accept your offer. Thank you for your hospitality."

In this charged moment, the room buzzes with the collision of ancient wisdom and youthful ambition, as the meeting of domains sets the stage for the trials to come.

Scene 2: The Struggle to Manifest Power (Refined and Extended)

The training ground sprawls before them—a vast, untamed clearing encircled by twisted, ancient trees whose bark glows faintly with hidden, elemental power. The uneven ground, scattered with boulders and broken branches, forms a natural arena where every step feels like a test of endurance and spirit.

Elvorn and Roothel stand off to the side, their eyes sharp and analytical, as the four warriors take their positions with determined stances.

Xero slaps his palms together, his voice ringing out with eager command:
Xero:
"Alright, let’s do this! No holding back—show me what you’ve got!"

One by one, they summon their Soul Weapons with fervor.
Mechan: (roaring as he brings his fist down)
"Iron Spikes!"
He slams his massive weapon into the ground with the force of a thunderclap, but the impact sends only a muted tremor through the earth.

Cloud:
"Edgeless Blade!"
His sleek sword flashes briefly under the weak sunlight as he executes a swift, precise slash at a nearby rock, though the rock only shudders and rolls away.

Wicca: (whispering, almost reverently)
"Soothing Wand!"
A gentle hum resonates from her staff, but the energy wavers uncertainly, as if testing its limits against the weight of her expectations.

Xero: (declaring with passion)
"Arcane Staff!"
He grips his weapon tightly, swinging it with the zeal of someone who’s desperate to feel power surge through his veins—but nothing happens, just a dull thud echoing in the clearing.

They begin to train in earnest, launching into a series of attacks on practice dummies, striking against rugged rocks, and pushing their weapons to the limits. Hours drag by, and frustration mounts. Sweat pours from Mechan’s brow as he repeatedly hammers his weapon into the ground, his voice a constant battle cry against failure.

Mechan: (gritting his teeth)
"Why won’t this damn thing work?!"

Wicca gasps for breath, her hands trembling uncontrollably from exhaustion, while Xero’s eyes dart from his inert staff to his own clenched fists, the silence around him heavy with despair.

From the sidelines, Roothel sighs loudly before stretching, his voice cutting through the tension.
Roothel:
"This is boring."
Then, in a surprising burst, vines begin to sprout from his arms—twisting, curling, with leaves unfurling and small pulses of light flickering along his limbs.

Xero, noticing the sudden glow, steps closer, his curiosity piqued.
Xero:
"What… was that?"

Roothel smirks, his tone matter-of-fact.
Roothel:
"Mana Essence. All creatures from the Mythical Domain harness it for elemental skills."

Cloud and Wicca perk up, stepping forward in unison.
Xero:
"How does it work? Tell us!"

Roothel shrugs nonchalantly.
Roothel:
"It’s part of our sixth sense—a deep, internal connection cultivated through calm and self-awareness. You must let go of the chaos in your mind to let your energy flow naturally."

Elvorn, crossing his arms and nodding in agreement, adds with a sage-like calm:
Elvorn:
"Perhaps Mana Essence is the counterbalance to your Soul Energy. It’s not just about raw power—it’s about attuning yourself to the world around you. Relax, dive inward, and let your inner self guide you."

Wicca’s eyes widen in understanding, her voice soft yet full of hope.
Wicca:
"Like meditation? Focusing on the soul’s rhythm until everything else fades away?"

Without waiting, she settles down, closes her eyes, and enters a deep state of concentration. The group watches in hushed silence as minutes stretch into an eternity. Then, a faint but steady glow begins to surround Wicca’s body, her Soothing Wand pulsing in harmony with her newfound focus. With careful precision, she traces an intricate rune in the air—suddenly, a burst of light erupts from the symbol, sending a shockwave that knocks everyone back.

They cough and groan, rubbing their bruised limbs as the clearing fills with a stunned silence. Wicca opens her eyes, her face a mixture of disbelief and enlightenment.
Wicca:
"I get it now."

Her breakthrough sparks a chain reaction—one by one, the others close their eyes and follow her lead, diving into their inner selves with renewed determination. Slowly, the first true signs of power begin to manifest, hinting at the profound potential that lies within each of them.

As the clearing gradually fills with the gentle glow of awakened energy, the warriors exchange determined glances. Though frustration still lingers in the air, the first steps toward true mastery have been taken—each heartbeat a promise that they will rise above their limits and forge a future defined by their own strength.