Norvax, a skilled warrior, felt a tremor of fear. But retreat was not an option. He braced himself, ready for the most challenging fight of his life. As the monstrous octopus was released into the pit, a wave of excitement surged through the onlookers crowding the arena. Norvax, standing in the heart of the chaos, faced the beast head-on. With its multiple arms, each wielding a different weapon, the creature charged. Norvax deftly dodged a spear-thrusting limb, only to be blindsided by another arm, sending him crashing against the wall and then to the ground.Pain like none he had ever known coursed through his body. Dizzy and barely able to see, Norvax struggled to his feet just as the octopus encircled him with a barrage of fireballs. Collapsing to the ground, he felt an overwhelming urge to surrender.But then, in the depths of his despair, he remembered a technique his master had taught him — the Water Peace. It wasn't a show of strength or a magical skill, but a method to perceive an enemy's weakness. With great effort, Norvax invoked the technique, revealing the octopus's vulnerable eyes.Despite the searing pain tearing through his body, he pushed himself to his feet, adopting a stance reminiscent of a drunken dance. With a primal scream, he lunged, blinded one head, then moved to the next. But with each eye he struck, the octopus grew more ferocious, more desperate.Norvax's body screamed in protest, a muscle tearing in his shoulder, but he persisted. He barely evaded a lethal swipe, grazing his side, but managed to blind the final eye. The arena fell into stunned silence as the beast collapsed."I won. Let me in," Norvax demanded, panting heavily. To the crowd's astonishment, not only was he granted entry, but he was also met with newfound respect. The elite guard promptly ordered medical attention for him. Doctors and nurses rushed to tend to his wounds, ensuring he was in prime condition for his imminent audience with Karnox.

As they made their way back, Jason turned to Ava, a hint of pride in his voice. "Let's head home, sweetheart."Ava laughed softly. "It's incredible, isn't it? From our humble beginnings to now standing among the wealthy."Her expression turned thoughtful. "But part of me feels guilty. Perhaps we should have offered financial help to the group."Jason shrugged. "If they needed money, they should have asked. It's not our fault. Besides, we earned our status through hard work, not charity.""I know," Ava replied, her voice tinged with a mix of pride and concern. "But I can't help feeling empathetic. I guess that's what sets us apart, Jason.""Hey, that's not fair. I do care," Jason protested gently, but the conversation was cut short as they entered the town. The village, usually a beacon of happiness and prosperity, was suddenly plunged into chaos. A mysterious book spilled open in the town square, unleashing dark energies that transformed the villagers into demonic beings. Panic and madness swept through the streets. In the midst of the turmoil, a figure emerged — a demon lord, sowing destruction with every step. But just as quickly as the chaos erupted, an enigmatic figure representing the Balance of the Universe appeared. With a wave of their hand, a blinding white light enveloped the town, reversing the demonic transformations and restoring order.Jason and Ava exchanged bewildered glances, their hearts racing. The village had returned to normal, but the incident left them with more questions than answers. Who was this demon lord? What power did the elder wield to dispel such darkness? The mysteries of their settlement had deepened, and with it, their resolve to protect their home.

Polo made his way to the local residency office, inquiring about the abandoned cottage on the outskirts of the village. The villagers, wary yet willing, told him it was unoccupied but warned him of the rumors and dangers associated with it. Undeterred, Polo claimed it as his new home.In the solitude of the abandoned cottage, Polo sat down, overwhelmed by a profound sense of loneliness. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he held back the sobs, bottling up his sadness. Raising his hands in a moment of quiet desperation, he prayed, "O Allah! Keep me alive as long as life is better for me, and let me die if death is better for me." Exhausted, he soon fell asleep, only to be rudely awakened by the intrusion of dark figures. A group of robbers had entered, eyeing his sword. Finding nothing of value to steal, they debated killing Polo to silence any potential witness. Polo remained motionless, feigning ignorance of their presence. As the robbers conversed, mistaking his silence for deafness or fear, Polo sprung into action. In a swift, nearly invisible motion, he threw three separate spears, each landing inches from the robbers' faces. "I gave you a chance to leave," Polo stated coldly, his voice laced with an unspoken threat. "But now, since you've chosen violence, I won't let you draw another breath."In the blink of an eye, Polo yanked the spears back, each one finding its mark. Two robbers fell instantly, their bodies gruesomely split open. The third managed a defense with his sword, but Polo's counterattack was ferocious. The robber's own sword turned against him under the force of Polo's blow, slicing him in half.Standing amidst the carnage, Polo's eyes blazed with a rage that had long been simmering. He dragged the robbers' bodies outside, throwing them before the gathering crowd. His voice, a mixture of warning and contempt, echoed through the village square. "Listen,these robbers tried to rob me, and I don't give a fuck who comes next. I'm not in the mood for any trouble. So, if any of you even think about crossing me—just back off!" With that, he tossed the corpses onto the ground before the shocked onlookers.The villagers murmured among themselves, their expressions a mix of fear and awe. "He's no ordinary man," one whispered, eyes wide."Did you see the speed of his attack? It's like he's trained for battle," another commented, unable to hide their admiration. Yet, some were skeptical, their voices tinged with suspicion. "No one just defends themselves like that. There's more to him than meets the eye.""He might be a danger to us all," a wary villager suggested, casting a nervous glance towards Polo. Despite the varied reactions, one thing was clear – Polo had made an impression on the village, one that would not soon be forgotten. His display of skill and raw power had set a new tone for his presence in the village. As he walked back into his cottage, the villagers' eyes followed, filled with a curious blend of respect and unease.

Awakening in a daze, Norvax, recently healed, struggled to discern reality from illusion. In his blurred vision, he mistook the figure before him for Karnox, a deception conjured by the residual effects of the healing magic. In truth, it was a guard, albeit not the sharpest. In a mishap, the guard inadvertently handed Norvax one of the realm's mightiest swords, a weapon that, in the right hands, could bestow immense power.As soon as Norvax rose, the guard, oblivious to his error, presented the sword. Gripping it, Norvax lashed out in a frenzied attack, cleaving the guard in two. It wasn't until the spell's influence faded that he realized his grave mistake; it was not Karnox he had struck down, but an innocent guard.Alerted by the commotion, more guards rushed in, only to be repelled by Norvax's newfound power. Plunging the sword into the ground, he unleashed a protective shield of blue energy, rendering them unconscious.In the ensuing silence, Karnox appeared, his face a mask of frustration and disbelief. As Norvax confronted him, a litany of accusations poured forth, each word tinged with anger and contempt. He accused Karnox of betrayal, of orchestrating wars, and of causing untold misery. Karnox, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, attempted to surrender, offering his side of the story. But Norvax, fueled by rage and the sword's growing influence, was beyond reason. The two engaged in a fierce duel, their blades clashing with such force that the walls themselves bore witness to their struggle. In the heat of the battle, Karnox disarmed Norvax with a swift move, pressing a knife to his throat. This sudden act of dominance revealed a truth Norvax hadn't considered – if Karnox were truly the villain he believed, why had he not ended it all much sooner? Bound and at Karnox's mercy, Norvax's fury gave way to doubt. Karnox, seizing the moment, implored him to listen, to understand the truth behind the accusations. Reluctantly, Norvax agreed, his resolve shaken. In that moment, the line between friend and foe blurred, leaving Norvax to question everything he thought he knew.

In a moment thick with tension, Karnox asked Norvax, "What have you heard about me?" Norvax, with a hint of accusation in his voice, replied, "You started the first war, sought power relentlessly, and were born evil. Your path was predestined."Karnox's face contorted in a mix of shock and disbelief, shifting through shades of red, blue, and black. "Really? Is that the story they're spinning about me now?" he exclaimed.Norvax continued, "They say someone named Clave stopped you. That you killed the Elders and disrupted the balance of the universe."The revelation struck Karnox hard. He pointed his sword towards Norvax's eyes, incredulous. "How do you know about the Elders and the universe? That's knowledge few possess."Norvax calmly responded, "Remove your sword. The Elders themselves told me."Karnox, surprised and amused, burst into laughter. "You're one of the chosen five, aren't you? Given a power, and now awaiting your awakening. Let me guess, your power was that sword?"He continued, still laughing, "The Elders have tried this before. They've manipulated strong-willed humans, but all have failed. They've twisted my story, creating lies. But let me tell you my side. I wasn't always evil. I was good, kind, everything a man should be. But after my father's death, he left me nothing. I discovered a book of powerful magic he hid, 'The Book of Power.' I created the Elders, taught them everything. But they turned on me, wanting to remove me because I was the youngest."Karnox's expression sobered. "I admit, innocents were caught in the crossfire, but there's no purely good or bad side here. This isn't a movie; it's real life. They've concocted lies about me, granting powers to humans as they see fit."Norvax, shaken by Karnox's revelations, asked, "How did this truth remain so hidden? And I thought the powers of the Eternals were separate."Karnox nodded, "Most are intertwined, but a few, like Death, are indeed separate. Whoever possesses Death holds immense power."Norvax's face paled, a realization dawning on him. Karnox, noticing his reaction, asked, "You know who has it, don't you?""What will become of me?" Norvax queried, anxiety lacing his voice. Karnox replied, "Nothing. You're free to go. But I ask you to share my story. Take this book; it contains the true history. Spread the word. That's your mission." Handing Norvax the book and a pouch containing 5000 K Dinars, he added, "Find your group. Tell them everything.