The village burned around him, a sea of orange flames consuming everything Anazitis once knew everything once he loved.

The smoke clawed at the sky, turning the daylight into a sickly twilight.

The cries of the doomed echoed through the night, but they were drowned by the roar of the inferno.

The once-vibrant homes, now nothing more than charred ruins, lay in the wreckage of a place that had been his life and his Joy.

Anazitis knelt in the ashes, his black hair matted with soot and sweat, his sharp eyes void of emotion. The fire had taken everything-the faces, the memories, the people he once loved-and left him with nothing but the scorching heat and the smoke-filled air.

In the midst of the chaos, a Man stood before him, silhouetted against the blaze. Their voice called to him, but it was lost in the roar of destruction. The flames seemed to whisper, a familiar call to action, but the village-his village-was beyond saving, the Man was screaming to make anazitis run.

The air was heavy with loss, but in the silence of his heart, a single phrase has taken his full mind and he whispered:Eternal happiness is the solution.

It was not a vow of joy, but a resolve. His path forward was no longer about grief or the past-it was about the future. At that moment,

Anazitis became a Seeker.

A wanderer with nothing to lose and everything to claim. The ashes of his home scattered on the wind, and so too did the last fragments of the boy he had been.

---

Years later ,the Seeker crouched low in the shadow of the cell, his wrists loosely bound with chains. Beside him, Lion-a blond-haired warrior with a trusting smile and confidence in his Way of life A lion heart

"Now," Anazitis whispered, his voice calm and measured, "let's break these chains and raise some chaos."

Lion grinned, his teeth glinting like the edge of his sword. "You're always the dramatist. Fine, but let's make it quick. We've got a show to watch in the arena.

With synchronized precision, they shattered their false bindings, the chains falling to the ground with a metallic clink.

"Halfy's fighting for more than glory," Lion added, "He's after the power of the Monkey Soul."

Anazitis straightened, brushing the dust from his tattered cloak. "In this world, you're either born with the power to wield souls, or you claim them yourself. Halfy's a fighter, but he's got his limits. Let's hope he remembers to fight with his mind, not just his ambitious he is unstoppable if he just use his mind and didn't let his emotional take the better of him.

They slipped through the canyon and into the The North Forest, a dense, shadowy expanse where towering trees whispered in the breeze. The ground was uneven, and the air thick with the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves. Twisted roots clawed out from beneath the soil, and large ferns brushed against their legs as they moved. and every footstep echoed like a whisper of caution.

Anazitis moved with the stealth of a shadow, his sharp gaze scanning their surroundings. The forest felt alive, its stillness deceptive. It was a place where danger lurked in every corner, and even the wind seemed to carry secrets. The path was treacherous, but their focus remained on the distant roar of the arena crowd.

"Stay alert," Anazitis murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "The knights will be searching for us and we should not let's Th see us and if they see us don't be to hard on them.

The arena's too close for comfort." That's how anazitis finished his sentence.

Lion chuckled softly, his stride as confident as ever. "If they come, we deal with them nicely. Simple as that.

As if summoned by his words, the faint sound of armored footsteps reached their ears.

Anazitis signaled for silence, pulling Lion into the shadows of a thicket.

Moments later, a patrol of knights appeared, their silver armor glinting in the dappled sunlight. Their movements were calculated, the sound of their boots crunching the leaves beneath them steady and deliberate.

"Don't underestimate them," Anazitis whispered. "They're more persistent than you think. If we're not careful, we'll draw out one of the Ten Knights."

Lion's brow furrowed slightly, the mention of the Ten Knights drawing his full attention. "You're saying you'd lose?

Anazitis' voice was cold and sharp. "I'm saying we'd be outmatched. The Ten Knights don't fight like the others. They're trained to hunt and corner-if one of them finds us, they'll have us surrounded in seconds.

Lion grinned, his confidence unwavering. "But that's exactly what you want, isn't it? A challenge?"

Anazitis glanced at him, his eyes steely. A challenge huh it's like jump into fire and say I will not burn

Lion laughed softly, the sound of it like the crack of thunder. "Fine, we'll do it your way-for now. Let's get to the arena before Halfy's fight starts." And don't forget i can handle fire.

The two men continued through the forest, their pace steady and purposeful. As the cheers of the coliseum grew louder, the edge of the forest came into view. The trees parted, revealing a sprawling arena in the distance, its towering walls rising like an ancient monument to bloodshed.

---

Inside the Coliseum, chaos reigned. The crowd jeered and cheered, their voices a deafening roar that reverberated off the stone walls. The heat of the midday sun bore down, the air thick with dust and the scent of sweat and anticipation. The arena was a vast circular pit, surrounded by high walls of cracked stone, with balconies packed full of spectators eager for the violence to unfold.

Anazitis and Lion entered through a narrow passage at the edge of the coliseum, their eyes immediately drawn to the sight of Halfy standing in the center of the ring.

Inside the coliseum, Halfy was preparing to face his opponent-a massive warrior who wielded an axe so large that it seemed to defy gravity. His muscles bulged, his frame imposing, while Halfy-a slender haflling-stood at the center of the ring with nothing but his dagger. The crowd jeered, underestimating him at every turn.

But Halfy didn't care. His eyes locked on the giant in front of him, and a calm determination settled over him. Easy fight. Just muscle. No brain. I'll show them what true skill is.

The brute's voice boomed across the arena. "What do you think you can do with that children toy, little man? My axe will split you in half before you even blink!

The brute swung the axe down with terrifying force, and for a moment, it seemed as though the world itself would be split in two. But Halfy moved like a shadow. He vanished from sight, the axe cutting through the empty space where he had stood just moments before.

Halfy reappeared behind the brute, his dagger flashing in the sunlight as it carved a shallow, precise cut across the brute's side. The crowd gasped.

The brute paused, seemingly unphased, and then chuckled, a deep, booming laugh. "A scratch? That's all you've got?"

But something is wrong A voice whispers in the brute mind I can't move and how he disappears in front of me why i can't move he just scratched me.... Impossible.

Halfy says With a sarcastic smile full of madness poison idiots

And you just reliant on your strength. You underestimating me.

How do I disappear in front of you that's what you're thinking right now

The voice of the Match References rang out, his tone echoing through the arena. "What you've just witnessed is the Moon Walk-a skill passed down through generations. Only those with the right bloodline can unlock it. It's a technique both precise and elusive thank me about the information and tell this man to not take the grudge I'm just doing my job."

Halfy said stupid match references don't show of your knowledge,

The brute laughter faltered as he began to feel the effects of Halfy's poison strike. His massive body stiffened, his movements sluggish.

The crowd murmured in confusion as the brute gripped his axe with growing desperation. "What have you done?" IM strong I'm strong IM strong

As the crowd gasped in awe, Halfy couldn't help but smile. He raised his voice, loud enough for all to hear. "Look at that idiot! That's what happens to anyone who challenges a halfling like me!" His laughter rang through the arena, tinged with madness.

The crowd exploded into wild applause, the arena shaking with the power of their cheers. Halfy's eyes gleamed, his smile growing wider as he basked in the admiration. He had proven something today-not just to his opponent, but to the entire world.

The brute knees buckled, his body collapsing onto the sand with a thunderous crash. A cloud of dust billowed into the air, and the crowd erupted into cheers.

Anazitis gaze remained steady. "The Monkey Soul is at stake. And if the Ten Knights are watching, this fight is more than just a show. It's a test."

The Match Referee's voice boomed through the arena, announcing Halfy's victory, but Anazitis knew the real battle had yet to begin. He turned to Lion, his voice low. "Halfy's journey is just beginning. But so is ours."

...Lion's grin widened. "Let's see who's next."...

The towering gates of the Coliseum loomed behind Anazitis and Lion as they stepped into the cool evening air. The crowd's deafening roar poured out after them, a chaotic blend of cheers and jeers that echoed across the bustling city streets. Neither turned back. The match was over, but their minds were already on the mission ahead,on what is coming.

The streets outside were alive with activity. Merchants called out to passersby, hawking everything from glimmering trinkets to weapons that looked suspiciously well-worn. The mingling scents of roasted meat, fresh bread, and unwashed bodies created an overwhelming assault on the senses. Children darted through the crowds, their laughter rising above the din, while the occasional drunken brawl spilled out from a nearby tavern.

Anazitis moved swiftly, his black cloak rippling behind him like a shadow. His sharp eyes scanned the faces in the crowd, ever watchful for signs of pursuit. Behind him, Lion's imposing frame parted the throng with ease. His cold, unreadable expression and sheer size ensured no one dared stand in his way.

"They're so quick to cheer blood," Lion muttered as they passed a group of revelers reenacting the Coliseum's latest fight. "Then they go home and act like they're better than others, the city people are so funny remind me of someone living in worst place and says My city is the glorious one,

Anazitis gave no reply he just gave a smile to his friends. He didn't care about the crowd's hypocrisy-they were irrelevant. His focus was on the plan, on what next,every detail carefully calculated, every variable accounted for. But no plan was ever perfect, and the stakes this time were too high to leave anything to chance.

As they moved further from the Coliseum, the noise of the marketplace began to fade, replaced by the quieter hum of life in the city's outskirts. Their destination came into view: a modest hotel with a wooden façade, its sign bearing the carved symbol of a crescent moon cradling a lantern.

---

A Night of Rest

Inside, the hotel was a world apart from the chaos outside. Warmth radiated from a crackling hearth, and the faint scent of lavender filled the air. The polished wooden floors creaked softly underfoot, and a handful of patrons sat nursing drinks at tables scattered throughout the lobby.

The silver-haired receptionist greeted them with a polite nod. "Second floor, last room on the left," she said, handing over a key.

The room was small but serviceable. Two sturdy beds with quilted blankets stood against opposite walls. A round table occupied the center of the room, accompanied by two worn chairs. A small, unlit hearth sat in one corner, and a faded painting of a forest hung above it.

Lion dropped onto the bed nearest the window with a sigh, kicking off his boots and stretching out. "Finally," he muttered, staring at the ceiling.

Anazitis ignored him, pulling a rolled-up map from beneath his cloak. He spread it across the table, leaning over to trace the faded ink lines with his fingers. His sharp eyes narrowed as he studied the path to the forest northeast of the city-a critical element of the plan.

"You're not going to rest?" Lion asked, cracking an eye open.

"Not yet," Anazitis replied without looking up. His focus was unwavering, his mind already turning over the possibilities.

Minutes passed in silence, broken only by the occasional creak of the bed as Lion shifted. Then the door creaked open, and Halfy sauntered in with his usual exaggerated flair.

"Hello, not-so-famous people," Halfy announced, his grin firmly in place.

Lion chuckled, but Anazitis didn't look up. "And here's our champion," he said dryly.

Halfy's ears turned red, but his grin didn't waver. He flopped into one of the chairs by the table, propping his boots on its edge. "So, what's the plan?"

---

The Plan

Anazitis gestured at the map. "Here's how it works. Halfy, you'll be the distraction. Tomorrow, your job is to draw as much attention as possible-especially from the knights."

Halfy leaned back, folding his arms. "Easy. All I have to do is show my face, and the whole city stares."

Lion snorted, muttering under his breath, "Delusional."

Anazitis continued. "Lion, you'll head to the tavern near the knights' barracks. Start a fight-not too serious. If more than three knights show up, retreat immediately."

Lion frowned. "And if no knights show up?"

"They will," Anazitis said confidently. "They're predictable. They finish their patrols near the tavern and always some of them end up there."

Lion nodded we will see.

"And me," Anazitis said, his tone dropping to a steely calm. "I'll set the forest ablaze-with a fake black fire."

The room fell silent.

"Black fire?" Halfy repeated, his grin faltering. "Are you insane? You know what that symbolizes."

Anazitis nodded. "Exactly. It's the symbol of chaos seekers. The knights will rush to the forest, leaving the city vulnerable. While they're distracted, I'll infiltrate the Sages' meeting."

Lion sat up straight. "And what's your endgame? What are you hoping to find?"

Anazitis leaned forward, his eyes gleaming. "Fysi."

---

The Truth About Fysi

At the mention of Fysi, both Halfy and Lion stiffened.

"The power to reshape reality itself," Halfy murmured. "Every seeker dreams of it, but no one knows if it's realy can be obtained."

"It's real," Anazitis said firmly. "The Sages have been studying it for centuries. They believe Fysi is the key to absolute control-not just over the kingdom but over the very fabric of existence."

Lion frowned. "And you want to stop them?"

"I want to know their plans," Anazitis replied. "If Fysi falls into the wrong hands, it could destroy everything. The Sages aren't the only ones after it. Every major faction, from the Academy to the Order of the Silver Blade, is searching for it. Even chaos seekers have started whispering its name."

"And what about you?" Halfy asked, his grin replaced by a rare seriousness. "Why do you care so much?"

Anazitis' expression darkened. "Because I know what it can do. Fysi isn't just a power-it's a weapon. In the wrong hands, it could rewrite the rules of existence. No one should have that kind of power except us ."

---

The Knights' Strange Behavior

Lion stood, stretching. "Fine. Rest it is. But this won't be easy. If the knights are as good as you say-"

"They won't be easy to fool," Anazitis interrupted. "They've been acting strange lately, more alert than usual.

And more tired, dark ,worried about something and afraid of something and that's our best and perfect shot, lately they are not using their abilities If they start using their abilities, things could get messy."

Lion frowned. "Strange ?"

"Overworked, maybe that's not everything ," Anazitis said, though the explanation didn't sit right with him. A nagging thought lingered at the back of his mind, but he pushed it aside. There was no time to dwell on uncertainties.

Anazitis "The plan starts tomorrow," he said. "Tonight, we rest. We'll need every ounce of strength."

Lion raised an eyebrow. "And by 'we,' you mean just you and me. Halfy, can't sleep here? It's just two beds."

Halfy scoffed, swinging his legs off the table.

I'm going to find a proper place to rest."

Anazitis, finally looking up, locked eyes with him. "The place doesn't matter. For now, smaller is better. We don't need attention drawn here."

Halfy grinned but said nothing.

"Let's get some rest," he finished. "Tomorrow, we move. The stage is set."

A Lone Walk

Halfy left the hotel, the wooden door creaking softly as it closed behind him. The cool night air greeted him, carrying with it the muffled hum of the city settling into its quieter hours. He adjusted his coat, the faint light of the crescent moon casting long shadows as he strolled down the cobblestone street.

His grin, ever-present in the company of others, faded into a more thoughtful expression. His gaze wandered aimlessly over the darkened storefronts and flickering lanterns, but his mind was elsewhere-on Anazitis.

"That idiot," Halfy muttered under his breath, shoving his hands into his pockets. "He always wants to shoulder everything himself."

He thought back to the discussion about the knights. Anazitis had brushed off their strange behavior far too quickly. He hadn't even brought it up until the plan was laid out. Halfy knew him well enough to recognize when something was being left unsaid.

"He noticed it. He just didn't want me to investigate," Halfy said to himself. "We've been together long enough for me to know that look he gets when he's holding something back."

It wasn't the first time Anazitis had done this. He had a bad habit of thinking everything had to rest on his shoulders, that every risk was his to bear alone. Halfy kicked a loose stone across the street, watching it skitter into the darkness.

"He thinks he's protecting us by keeping quiet," Halfy murmured. "But it just makes me worry more."

He stopped in front of a shuttered bakery, leaning against the cool wooden frame and crossing his arms. The faint aroma of stale bread lingered in the air, a reminder of the simple, predictable lives most people led. Halfy envied that sometimes-living without the constant weight of danger hanging over your head.

But this was the path they had chosen, and Anazitis more than anyone seemed determined to see it through, no matter the cost.

"Damn it, Anazitis," Halfy said softly, his voice almost lost in the night. "You're so focused on the plan, on Fysi, on doing it all yourself... You don't even realize how much you make the rest of us worry."

With a sigh, he pushed off the bakery wall and resumed his walk, the sound of his boots echoing faintly against the empty street. He'd find a proper place to rest, as he'd told Lion, but he knew sleep wouldn't come easily. Not when the weight of Anazitis' burden felt like it was slowly becoming his own, halfy already thinking of all the possibility my the future holds to them and he said in a angry bu happy at the same time Gray hear go he will let me have Gray hear in that young age.

Anazitis wake up on the first Sun light of the city beyond his modest hotel room. The air inside was still, carrying the musty scent of old wood and . Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, painting stripes of golden light across the worn floorboards. Stretching, he muttered to himself, "Time to get the materials for the black fire and get the job done."

After he quickly preparing, he stepped outside, greeted by the bustling energy of the city streets. Vendors shouted over one another, their voices blending into a chaotic symphony. The rich aroma of baked bread and spices drifted through the air, every merchant screaming in louder voice than another to get the audience attention,and the air mingling with the metallic tang of nearby children playing there games . Anazitis wove through the crowd effortlessly, his sharp eyes just fixed on the path ahead.

As he moved away from the lively city center, the environment shifted. Paved roads gave way to uneven cobblestones, and the cheerful chatter of merchants faded into an uneasy silence like how light desaper in the darkness. The buildings became less refined, some little more than skeletal structures of wood and stone. It was as though the very air here was heavier, laced with grime and neglect and full of angers.

Anazitis stopped as he entered a narrow, grimy street. The stench of mildew and rotting garbage filled his nostrils, and water dripped from broken gutters, forming stagnant puddles on the cracked ground. The shadows cast by the half-built structures seemed to stretch unnaturally, enveloping the alley in a sense of foreboding.

A strange mans emerged from those shadows, and old building that was looking like a random rock. their eyes glinting with greed and malice. The weight of their stares was palpable, a silent declaration of their intentions.

A gaunt man stepped forward, his face twisted into a mocking grin. He held a dagger loosely in his hand, its jagged edge catching the dim light. "Well, look at this," he sneered, his voice sharp and grating. "Fresh meat. And easy money our breakfast is here boys,Hand over your money, and maybe we won't make your face more different than it was looking but you need sometimes to recover . What do you boys think?"

Snickers erupted from the other shadowy Mans, their confidence bolstered by their leader's bravado.

Anazitis didn't respond. His expression remained calm and a smile in his face, his gaze distant. He looked past the man, as if the gang didn't exist-his eyes fixed instead on the crumbling wall behind them he just didn't Care much about them.

The man's grin faltered, replaced by a flicker of unease. "What's the matter, huh? Cat got your tongue?" His voice wavered slightly, but he raised the dagger higher and lunged forward Ready to do it.

The blade struck Anazitis's chest with a metallic clang, the sound reverberating through the alley. The man stumbled back, his eyes wide. "What the...?" he muttered, examining his blade as though it had betrayed him.

He lashed out again, his strikes growing faster and more desperate. Each time, the dagger met the same resistance, as if Anazitis's body were forged of unmoving steel. The man's breathing grew ragged, his attacks faltering. "What are you?" Your one of them souls user, you people are... and before he can finish his sentence , his voice whispered hoarsely, his voice trembling until it's vanished into silence.

Anazitis finally broke his silence, his voice low and cold. "Are you done venting your anger? It's strange, isn't it, what life does to people? That's why you're here, you lost everything didn't you,he said, his tone laced with a mix of pity and disdain.

The man's dagger slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground. He staggered back, tears of frustration brimming in his eyes. His gang dissolved into the shadows, leaving their members alone in the alley.

Anazitis turned to a nearby wall, his gaze narrowing on a faint shimmer where the bricks seemed to ripple like water. "Still keeping yourself amused with these games, aren't you?" he said, his tone sharp with irritation.

A deep, amused chuckle echoed from the wall. "Anazitis," a disembodied voice replied, dripping with mockery. "It's been a while friend."

"Not long enough," Anazitis muttered. "Stop wasting my time and hand over the materials. I have more important things to do that chatting with you."

"Always so serious," the voice teased. A small bag emerged from the shimmering bricks, landing at Anazitis's feet. "Don't forget to visit, my friend. We have much to discuss."

"Sure," Anazitis replied flatly, picking up the bag. Without another word, he turned and left, heading toward the forest.

As soon as he exited the narrow alley and reached the edge of the city, Anazitis activated his Aura. A soft, ethereal glow enveloped him, shaping itself into the form of a fox. The outline shimmered, its translucent tails flicking behind him. In an instant, his speed increased twentyfold, the world around him becoming a blur as he darted toward the forest.

---

The forest greeted him with a stark contrast to the city. The air was damp and cool, carrying the earthy scent of moss and wet leaves. Towering trees formed a dense canopy overhead, their branches weaving together to block out most of the sunlight. Shadows danced across the ground, shifting with the faint breeze.

As Anazitis ventured deeper, the silence became almost oppressive. The sounds of distant birds faded away, replaced by the faint rustling of unseen creatures. The ground beneath his boots was uneven, covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves and tangled roots.

Eventually, he reached a clearing where the screaming mushrooms grew. They were grotesque, their bulbous caps a pale gray marred by thin, vein-like patterns that pulsed faintly. Each mushroom trembled as though alive, emitting soft, almost imperceptible whimpers.

Kneeling beside them, Anazitis inspected their delicate structures. "Thanks to the academy books, I know exactly what to do," he murmured, pulling the bag of materials from his side.

With careful precision, he coated the mushrooms in shimmering powders and viscous liquids, the substances seeping into the fungi's porous surfaces. As he worked, the mushrooms began to emit low, guttural sounds, their faint tremors intensifying.

The moment he lit the first mushroom, a high-pitched wail tore through the air. It wasn't just a sound-it was a visceral force, rattling his bones and reverberating through the clearing. The mushroom shriveled in the flames, its spores bursting in a cloud of dark, shimmering particles.

The fire that erupted was otherworldly. Black as the void, it twisted and writhed as though alive, devouring the light around it. The clearing darkened, the cold flames casting an eerie, lifeless glow.

"These things are remarkable," Anazitis muttered, watching the black fire spread from mushroom to mushroom. The flames crawled across the ground, licking at tree trunks and branches, setting the forest ablaze in a wave of black.

The screaming intensified as the fire consumed more mushrooms. Their cries were a mixture of agony and fury, reverberating through the forest. The once tranquil space became a chaotic symphony of destruction, the black flames spreading like a living entity.

In the midst of the chaos, a figure emerged from the shadows of the burning forest. Dressed in black armor that gleamed faintly in the cold light, the Chaos Seeker moved with an unearthly grace. His helmet bore sharp, jagged edges, and his gauntlets were etched with runes that pulsed with dark energy.

Anazitis froze, his eyes narrowing as he took in the knight's deliberate movements. The Chaos Seeker appeared unaffected by the flames, his presence radiating an aura of command. He seemed to be searching for something-or someone.

"So, what both a Chaos seeker here thing are getting more complicated than it needs ," Anazitis murmured, his tone a mix of curiosity and unease. He reached into his bag, retrieving another screaming mushroom.

"If you're here, at least enjoy your meeting with the forest's guardians," he said, hurling the mushroom toward the knight and one towards the Chaos seeker to make them notice each other.

The mushroom exploded midair, releasing a deafening screech and a thick cloud of spores. The knight hesitated, momentarily disoriented, as the forest seemed to awaken around him.

Using the distraction, Anazitis activated his fox aura and said time to get out of here before the beginning of the fight.A shimmering outline of a fox enveloped him, and his speed multiplied as he darted deeper into the forest.

A faint smile played on his lips as he whispered, "Let's hope that knight enjoys his little detour. I've got more important things to do i will say hi to him after i ended my planes."

The black flames roared behind them, their  light and darkness slowly swallowed by the black flames that surrender the forest the Battle between them lickly not going to be without cost...