ne of Death, the corrupted roots. Together, they sought rede

lowed like water, her blocks elusive as shadows. She sought answers about her

the fire, the water, and the air. Each trial whispered of a

mystery. The Monastery of Whispers, the Lost Master, the

s. When he looked at the mirror, he saw not himself b

? His rivalry with Jaery had transformed. They pra

t a single act; it was a journey. Esimorp ac

tepped onto the mat. The Legend of Jaery continued-a saga of

llenge awaited-a danc

unravel existence. Rifts tore through dimensions, and the Celestial Codex pulsed-a living heartbe