The battlefield inside Ramuza's grand hall had turned into pure chaos.

Dax was in the thick of it, blades flashing, carving through the oncoming mages like a storm tearing cloth. Auren hung helplessly above the ground, body bound and smothered by Aazin's swirling black fog, while Aazin himself drifted through the air—hands raised, calmly tightening his grip on the shadows that held Auren.

On the floor, Nyra's voice cut through the noise, her commands driving the monstrous, three-faced monkey Bali, who swung his colossal hammer with brutal force, sending armored men flying in all directions. And amidst the frenzy, Nova's trembling hand had birthed something terrifying—a canvas-born dragon, blazing with fire, thrashing and spewing flame across the battlefield, scorching everything it touched.

The hall was no longer a dining chamber; it was a furnace of magic, steel, and fury.

Vivi trembled, stepping back from the chaos. Seeing Auren hanging in mid-air made her worry so much that she cut her hand—blood running down, warm and bright on her palm. She screamed for Auren, voice breaking: "Be alive, Auren—don't die!"

The black fog had already crept over his chest, hot and suffocating, reaching toward his face. Aazin hovered mid-air, leaning close to Auren. He whispered into Auren's ear, low and cold, "Who are you, kid?"

If Auren gave his name, the hall would explode. Two possibilities of Ash Phantom in one place. The world would tip.

Auren chose not to tell. Instead he spat back, voice hard and steady, "I already told you. I am your death."

"How can you pretend to be priests," he went on, rage sharpening every word, "when your actions show you are demons? What right gave you the power to take Jerry's life?"

Now that he had become a mage, he vowed he would never let men like them walk free. "You will pay. Everyone here will pay for the countless innocents you murdered."

His eyes burned with conviction. His voice carried the weight of his promise.

Aazin smiled, slow and cruel, like a cat watching sparrows."Ohh—look at this tiny will. It holds value," he laughed, voice ringing through the hall. "Hahaha. It's great to see kids like you holding some dignity. Makes everyone here excited for battle. Even if you're kids, don't think you're weak. You are strong… but you chose the wrong day."

He leaned forward, eyes cold. "We are not from Ramuza's petty circle. You should have chosen another day to attack—maybe then you'd have had a chance to kill that fat man. But Ramuza comes under our alliance." His tone went flat, final. "We cannot let you take them."

Aazin's smirk sharpened. "It's not like telling you will work." Then, louder—brutal—he shouted to Ryzin, "Ryzin—kill Nova Makai!"

Nova's canvas dragon roared, fire licking tables, sofas, and the mages who dared stand. Bali's three faces slammed and smashed, two monstrous figures rampaged the hall—chaos in flesh and ink.

Ryzin sprang from his chair like a storm. He spun high, faster, blue light wrapping around him, water-sheen glimmering off his torso and hair. A double circle of radiant liquid swirled above his head, a tide of power forming—he looked like a god of oceans itself. The hall went silent, stunned as the blue aura grew.

Ryzin's voice sliced the air, calm but lethal: "Oceans Saga."

Fussssss.

A wave of heavy blue force erupted, slamming through the hall like a tidal fist. The surge ripped toward the two giants—Balira and the Canvas Dragon—tearing through flesh and painted scales. The impact threw sparks, splinters, and ash into the air. Tables shattered, pillars cracked, and a roar of pain split the feast.

For a breath, the hall held its breath—then chaos broke again, louder, bloodier, the Ramuza stronghold beginning to crumble under power they hadn't expected.

When the two giants fell, the Phantom Tideborn felt the air go hollow. The summons that had been shields, the giants that roared and smashed for them, were gone in an instant. Emptiness spread through the group like a chill wind — no summoned beasts to stand between them and the knives, no mammoth forms to swallow blows.

For a moment it felt like losing the whole fight in a single heartbeat. The hall's roar dried up into stunned silence. The kids stood smaller, breathless, the battlefield suddenly raw and rawer without those guardians.

In mid-air, the two brothers levitated, showing their strength. On one side Aazin—black fog dancing around him. On the other side Ryzin—blue glow encircling him. The view looked like the arrival of true mages: saint sparks, a scent of strange blooms hanging in the cold air. Those two figures made it clear that no one here could stand them.

The hall fell quiet. Even Dax stopped. All the kids froze, cold and small. Vivi trembled. Their strength—their shields, the giant summons, Nova's art—had vanished into voids. Paint from Nova's dragon sprayed across the floor like burning rain.

Voslimo laughed, loud and daring. "Hahahahah—what now? No strength to bite?" His smile turned devilish. "Those two you're looking at are no ordinary mages. They are Vaiven's 101st and 102nd ship captains—the mighty brothers, from the greatest Tideborn group in this era. And you…" He spat the words, cruel, "just dumb dead kids who just figured out we are no priests. Hahahah. What now? Hmm. I will cook you all." He paused, grin widening. "I will cook you alive."

The black fog crept closer, covering Auren's mouth. Dax couldn't reach him—Auren hung high, almost touching the ceiling. His breathing came heavy, eyes turning pale. Then, a sudden smile broke across his face and a shout came out, full of hope.

"Nova— you can do this again. I believe in you. Create as many giants as you can—this is your fight.""Dax—why did you stop? Slice every bit of them. I know how strong you are.""Nyra—you're a summoner, right? You can't have just one summon. I want to see them all. I know they'll be cool."

Vivi screamed, voice breaking, "Auren, don't die. I don't want to lose you."

Auren laughed—soft, fierce. "Hehehe—do you think I'll go down like this? No way, Vivi. We will win." His eyes went wide, feral. "I don't know what it is…but something inside me is dancing—something so deep, so powerful it feels like it will tear my body. Slowly, I am understanding this raw force. My eyes can channel it, even if only a little."

A purple flame emerged from Auren's eye. His whole body shifted with that sight, trembling with violent energy. That force raged through him so fast it tore the black fog apart, shredding it into nothing.

A sudden splash echoed through the wind, like thunder snapping inside the hall.

Aazin jerked back a little, shock flashing across his face."Is this… the raw force of Vitara?" he whispered to himself.

No one else there understood what they were seeing. But Aazin, Ryzin, and Voslimo knew. They recognized it instantly. That…

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Somewhere in a deep dark place, again that room where Rojo Dama and Aminda sat facing each other. Same scene—the glowing orb on the table, bells hanging, floating scrolls drifting around like ghosts.

This world believes that once someone awakens Vita, they can grow it, stage by stage, by three means—Bloodline, Practice, and Sacrifice.

But no one speaks of the fourth.

Vitara.The inner dormant force of supreme will.

Some rare people carry that supreme will. Legendary names whispered—Ryuki and Mahavanga. Both once carried Vitara. That raw inner force could accelerate their stages of ability and Vita, shaping them as strong as their will itself.

Those who carry Vitara… can even use it to break another mage's power—especially domains. A terrifying gift. And more—Vitara can be infused into their own magic. Doesn't matter how weak the ability looks; Vitara makes it strong.

And Vitara doesn't grow with training. It grows with battle, experience, and wisdom.

Aminda's jaw dropped."What the hell? How many things have you not told me? Every time it's a new concept, a new world opening!"

Her glossy eyes trembled, unable to bear that much info, but still locked on Rojo Dama's calm, unshaken face.

Aminda calmed herself, breathing gently, practicing the way she always did to stop her mind from collapsing under the weight of new truths."Okay…" her voice steadied. "Do you think Ash Phantom has Vitara?"

"He was born with it," Dama said, instantly cutting her question. His tone sharp, final—like no space for doubt."Ash was born with it. Just like Ryuki."

Dama's eyes glowed faintly with the orb's light as he leaned back. "As this world progresses, a brutal fight will erupt. Wars, betrayals, and everything moving in shadows. And when that storm rises, only those who carry Vitara will lead. Others… will only follow, because there will be no chance for them."

His words struck like cold iron.Vitara wasn't just power—it was destiny.

Aminda seemed jolly, " huh, where my curiosity will lead me."

OH BY THE WAY, WHAT HAPPENED TO SHAMRICO?

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