Hars slowly pulls his hand out from Eryas's body. As he was doing that, blood spurted from the massive opening of Eryas' wounds. Some landed at Hars mouth before he decided to lick it. He immediately spat it back as the taste was so foul that he did not even dare to swallow it.

"So this is the taste of manaless blood. Luckily, I would not need to taste it again."

Then Hars slammed his hand onto his face.

"I should have tried to turn him into a demon first." Then he sighed.

"But I don't think he would be able to turn into a demon or even some beast."

Then he laughs.

"Even a manaless demon is still useless then."

As he was humouring himself, another tremor struck. Hars's facial expression turns from happy to angry in just a moment.

"What is going on? I better check on Vex."

The moment Hars wants to push Eryas dead body away, suddenly he feels something weird. He sensed something was amiss in his space. 

The massive dome of dust that had been covering part of South Central Veloria suddenly felt like it was being breached.

Hars turned his gaze to the sky, looking at the vast expanse that was covered in dust. 

At first, nothing significant happened, but after a few moments, Hars's eyes widened as he saw a ray of light that managed to travel inside the area of dust, shining for a few seconds. Right at the top, in the middle part, the dome of dust shatters for a bit before it is covered again in darkness.

Because this space is Hars's, he could feel if someone enters or exits it. And at that right moment, somebody from outside has entered onto his personal territory. The magical energy being emitted could be felt by Hars, and he truly despised it.

Every dark creature feels a hateful feeling of the being of light, that is, anything that is not under the tainted darkness. Darkness beings' emotion turns to hate automatically if they sense any light mana. 

That is why any dark beast would go out of their way hunting the living being of light.

And the most detestable mana is from people who bear the blessing of the God of Nature, the blessing of Heir. At the moment, the mysterious person who enters his area is none other than the last survivor of the sky people, the bearer of the blessing of Heir of Wind.

Hars is confident that it was the Heir of Wind who entered just a moment ago, as he could feel a clash of magical energy as both of them control the same type of element, wind.

And at the very moment that the dust dome shatters, sunlight floods in, entering the area and shining onto Hars and the lifeless body on his tail.

Then a massive shockwave that carries an incredible amount of dust travels from the centre, passing onto Hars. Hars only stood still while one of his hands was covering his face from the massive blows of dust towards him. 

He knows exactly what happened because of the Heir of Wind landing on the ground. A huge grin appears on his face.

"She really knows how to make an entrance."

In a dark, isolated space. A ray of light travels and gleams onto huge static black chains. Even with just a fraction of a second, the light shimmers, the black chains tremble violently. 

Those tremors cause the cracks to resume and march towards the centre. The place where something was bound behind the massive black chains. 

The cracks travel at incredible speed and finally reach the very centre of it. Each crack connected to the others and to the core of it. From behind the cracks, weak crimson lights seep out. 

The shy lights gradually illuminate the dark space. Then, at one moment, the chains finally shatter.

Each black chain snapped from the middle and was engulfed in crimson fire. All those black fiery chains fall into the depths of darkness.

Then what is left in the middle is a massive gate that is wide open on both sides. When one looks beyond the gate, all they can see is harsh lights that illuminate in a crimson hue. 

Everything beyond the gate was burning in crimson colours. Those fires can be seen crawling out of the gate into the dark, empty space. The lights from the fire shine through every corner, transforming the dark, deadly space into a bright crimson hue.

The sounds of sizzling then occupy Hars, before he notices the heat on his tail. He immediately turns his attention to his tail. 

His eyes widened, his mouth opening wide as he saw the pale, lifeless body suddenly come alive, filled with… magic.

The head that had been dangling around moved, revealing its face at Hars. The shock that he felt at that very moment was so intense that he completely ignored the burning sensation on his tail.

At that moment, Hars was left speechless. The man he had killed was now pulsating with an overwhelming amount of magic. His once-black hair was now a fiery red, ablaze with crimson flames. 

His eyes, once as dark as midnight, now burned with a fierce crimson glow, as if the very essence of fire was raging within him.

Still reeling from the shock of Eryas's transformation, Hars was caught off guard when the fiery man, now brimming with magic, struck at him. The pain of his tail being severed brought Hars back to reality, but it was too late. 

The burning man's fiery fist connected with Hars, sending him hurtling through the air.

***

At the centre of the dust area, a young woman with white, silky hair, beautiful sky-blue eyes, and wearing a white military uniform, was fighting a group of dark beasts. She suddenly froze in place when a warm sensation of magical energy struck her. 

All the dark creatures around her jump onto her, attacking from every angle.

"It can't be…" The young woman's voice trembled with disbelief as every dark beast lunged onto her, overwhelming her with their ferocity.

As the dark creatures crawled over each other, a spherical wind magic suddenly formed in the middle and expanded, pushing every beast away.

The young woman in the middle watched as every dark creature flew away from her. Then she turns her gaze in one direction, ignoring the threats near her.

***

In the sky of Veloria, a small object with four spinning rotor blades flies directly over the dust dome. It was a drone created from Sorcertech. The drone was fitted with a camera that can show a live feed.

It was controlled far away by a person inside a dark room. There is no outside light, only the glare from monitors around him that shines in the entire room. The man wears a glove filled with engravings of runes and some electrical wires around it. 

He raises his hand forward, controlling the drones. The scene where the drone's camera is displayed on the monitor right in front of him.

A moment ago, his screen showed a young woman with white hair hovering above the dust dome. She then strikes the top of the dome with all of her strength, using a beautiful two-edged sword. 

Each strike is accompanied by a strong gust of wind. She keeps striking it until it finally breaks, and the young woman immediately enters it.

The young man with light blue hair and eyes who was controlling the drone tries to follow, but the crack on the dome immediately recovers. 

He did not manage to follow the white haired woman into the harrowing dust dome.

"Be careful, Lylith," he utters in a worried voice.

Then, not long after the young woman had entered, the young man's face turned from worried to shocked. He instantly stood up from his chair, pushing it backwards as he felt a warm magical energy strike him.

"No way!"

***

Somewhere in the kingdom of dwarves, in a barely lit place. The entire area was filled with the sound of hammering. A furnace was burning brightly, its light shimmered partially in the room. 

Beside it, a tall, muscular man was tempering a massive greatsword on an anvil. The muscular man swings his hammer again and again until one moment when he feels a change in magical energy all around him. 

There is this heat sensation that caught his attention, different from the heat he felt from the burning furnace. Even with a long brown moustache on his face, it can clearly be seen that he was smiling.

"Welcome back." said the buff man with delight in his voice.

***

In the Elven Kingdom, at the centre of it stands tall a colossal tree. The size itself dwarfs all the other trees around it.

Ygadrassil, the world tree that stands tall in the middle of the elven kingdom. Right inside it lives the civilization of the elven races. At the highest floor of the world tree lies a room with three huge chairs in the middle. 

Right in the middle of the chair lay an old male elf, and the other two were a female elf that were slightly younger than the male elf. The three of them are the elder elves, the ones who have lived for thousands of years.

In the middle, a young elven girl kneels on the ground. Her head turned down to where she knelt. Her hay colored hair falls down covering her face. Her pointy ears stick throughout those Hars. Then the voice of the male elder resounded in the room.

"Are you sure about it?"

The young elven girl in the middle was startled by those questions. Her entire body began to tremble before she answered.

"Ye-yes. I-i can definitely feels th-the presence of the Heir of Flire."

Her expressions turn scary as she fumbles her words.

"i-im sorry."

The three elders were silent, not reacting to the young elf's mistake. Eventually, one of the female elders sighed before she spoke.

"You may leave now."

The young elf girl rose from the ground, then bowed to the three elders before hurriedly walking towards the door. On the way, she almost trips, but then is saved by the vine on the walls that holds her. After that, she immediately opens the door and walks out of the room.

***

In the middle of the desert, a raging sandstorm was pulverizing the area. A group of five demi-humans was going through the sandstorm. They were moving in a straight line, following their leader at the front.

The leader who was guiding all of them suddenly stopped in their tracks. The strong wind inside the sand storm blew off the leader's hood. 

It was revealed that she was a demi-human girl with pointy ears on her head. Her hair was brown in colour with yellow on its ends. Even the fur of her ears is covered with those colours.

She turned around, looking in the faraway direction. She smiles.

"The liberator has returned."

The words she utters are followed by the sounds of thunder afterwards.