The Legend of the Constellar King

In the land of Ossibuz, ruled by King Matar, towering rock formations encircled the realm. Elders believed these colossal stones were remnants of a titanic war among giant beings, one of whom was a magnificent black bird.

The lineage of Sapar held unwavering faith in the power of the Corvus Entity. Crows, beholden to their command, became their eyes and ears, used for reconnaissance on individuals and for monitoring distant nations, unveiling the current pulse of the world. Sapar, despite his impaired vision, possessed an uncanny ability to converse with these crows, making him a master of espionage, surpassing even the most seasoned elite spies.

Legend whispers that these mountainous rock formations, like meteors, plummeted from the heavens. In time, they became Ossibuz's formidable shield against invaders, typhoons, and tsunamis. But amidst these stony sentinels, a gigantic, shimmering black bird, gravely wounded from a battle with the thunderbird, the renowned Aquila, fell from the sky.

The bird perished, yet from its dying form, a multitude of crows appeared; they eaten the giant black bird. However, the ancestors preserved the wings in the Ossibuz palace. But after they devoured the giant black bird , they were magically sealed in the land of Ossibuz, the ravens didn't disappeared, instead they gathered and multiplying itself, like a swarm or a plague in the eyes of some Ossibians. And soon become the watcher of Ossibian people.

From that day forward, outsiders dubbed Ossibuz the "World of Crows." The sky above would often be choked with their dark forms, their raucous calls echoing a grim prophecy: the arrival of enemies. For the Ossibians, these crows were their watchful guardians. Their cunning, a gift from the Corvus Entity, allowed them to surveil with unmatched precision and even manipulate the minds of others. With the crows as their instruments, no adversary could escape their vigilant gaze.

In Ossibuz, the air often smells of old stones and wet earth after it rains, and one can hear the sharp, smart calls of crows. Their shiny black feathers, catching the sun, move across the sky like a dark, living shadow. On the huge, smooth rocks, their claws make soft scratching sounds as they sit, their tiny, dark eyes always looking far away. Sometimes, a deep crow sound breaks the quiet, a small shake that seems to make the stones tremble, a warning felt more than heard. When many crows fly up together, their loud caws become a deafening noise, like an alarm that hurts the ears—a clear sign of danger. After a storm, the soft sound of their wings is the only noise, a quiet promise that they are always watching.

A crow burst forth from the man in Wendlock – that was the power of the Corvus. When Ossibians die, a crow emerges from their bodies; this is their second life, a crow. Their memories transfer to the crow, but they can't speak with humans. However, thanks to Sapar's unique ability, he can convey the crows' messages and words. The crow Sapar holds is the reincarnation of the man Phalleon shot in Wendlock.

After the crow emerged from the man's mouth, its wings beat a hasty path straight to Sapar, who was then informed of Xerxez's expulsion of the Ossibians.

Now, Sapar and his companions are heading to Wendlock, but Matar remains behind at the Ossibuz palace. He sits quietly, his fingers gently stroking his pet, Corvys. In his silent contemplation, a voice speaks to him in his mind. The entity of the Corvus has taken on a human form within his thoughts.

"Stop confronting Thallerion..." Matar can't make out the man's face, obscured by a swirling, inky smoke that wraps around his body.

"Why?" he mentally asks.

Zenny's eyes narrowed as she stepped forward, the moss beneath her boots glowing faintly with green light. Wisps of nature energy curled around her feet like living threads.

"Oh, I'll make sure you eat my grass, fire boy," she said with a sly grin, her voice sharp and teasing.

Then her gaze flicked to Xerxez, who was standing a few steps behind.

"Xerxez! This trial will be our competition," she announced proudly, crossing her arms. "Whoever catches the most bunnies—wins."

Xerxez groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

"Why do you always want to drag me into your crazy competitions? Why don't you challenge Evenneor instead? He's your real match."

"Him?" Zenny blinked, then a mischievous smile crept across her lips. "That's actually a good idea…"

She turned to Evenneor, her tone rising in mock grandeur.

"Very well then, Prince of Thallerion."

Evenneor arched a brow, unimpressed.

"Prince of Thallerion? Really?" he muttered. "You sound like an old narrator."

He exhaled, rubbing his temple. "What are you planning this time?"

"Since I already explained the rules," Zenny said, chin high and proud, "let's make it more fun—Fire Faction versus Wood Faction!"

Evenneor sighed, feigning disinterest. "What a ridiculous idea… Fine." He crossed his arms with a cocky smirk. "But don't cry when you lose."

"Lose?" Zenny burst into laughter. "Please! My team isn't weak like yours. Some of your recruits can't even awaken their Orion's gift yet." She leaned forward slightly, whispering mockingly, "Oops—did I say that out loud?"

Evenneor's ember eyes flared with heat. "What did you just say?"

"So," she said, stepping closer, the green aura of her mossy power shimmering brighter, "what's the deal, fire boy?"

Evenneor clenched his fists, a thin line of flame coiling around his forearms. "Fine. You want a deal?"

Zenny's lips curved into a daring smile. "Good. Whoever loses gets a punishment."

The air between them shimmered with elemental energy—fire and nature colliding, sparks and green wisps flickering like duelists' blades. Around them, the other trainees murmured with excitement.Zenny's eyes narrowed, then step forward, the moth grow faintly around her feet.

"Oh, I'll make sure you eat my grass, fire boy."

Then Zenny noticed Xerxez. "Xerxez, this trial will be our competition." Zenny stop and smile. " Whoever get the most bunnies, will be the winner."

" Argh, why are you always want me to include you into your competition idea...why don't you challenge Evenneor he is your match"

"Him?" Zenny froze. "That's a good idea...very well, prince of Thallerion." Evenneor crossed his brows. " Since I already said the mechanics of competition, why don't we make more fun, fire faction against wood faction."

"What a sick!" Evenneor with dismissive attitude sighed. " Fine. But don't cry when you lose."

"Lose?" Zenny burst. "Hah, me and my team are not weak... unlike your teammates...there might be newbies, still can't handle how to awaken Orion's ability, oops sorry."

" So what's the deal?" Evenneor become defensive, his ember eyes lit with furious.

" Good!" The morning sun burned gold across the training field, its light glinting off rows of young hunters standing in formation. The air was tense with anticipation, the scent of steel and dust thick between them.

All four factions stood before the instructors.

The Fire Faction, clad in crimson hunter uniforms, stood proudly at the front—led by Evenneor, the top genius of his division. The faint heat radiating from him made the air shimmer.

Next came the Earth Faction, robed in deep green.

At its head, Zenny stepped forward, his sharp gaze locked on the Fire Faction. His lips curled in disdain.

"Those losers," he muttered under his breath, earning a snicker from his subordinates.

To the side, the Wind Faction, wearing white, was led by a calm but confident girl named Cherry, her light hair swaying gently with the breeze.

And last, the Water Faction, dressed in blue, stood with Matheros at its front—his expression unreadable, yet his eyes carried quiet determination.

The instructor stepped forward, his presence instantly silencing the chatter. His voice boomed across the field.

"This season's trial—" he began, "—is called The Bunny Hunt!"

A ripple of laughter and excited murmurs swept through the crowd, especially from the girls.

"This training will test your strategy, team coordination, and hunting instincts." The instructor continued, pacing slowly before the lines. "But don't underestimate the challenge. These aren't ordinary rabbits."

A few trainees gulped.

"These bunnies can transform. Their limbs are enhanced, allowing them to leap incredible distances. They'll evade, trick, and scatter you. Your task—capture them using teamwork and precision."

He raised a finger toward the shimmering edge of the field, where faint runes pulsed like molten glass.

"The training ground is sealed by a barrier—strong enough that even the Lizardfolk scouts cannot detect your presence."

A murmur of relief followed.

"You'll have fifteen minutes to prepare. Retrieve your weapons from the armory. But—" his gaze shifted to Evenneor and Zenny, "—if your Orion gifts have already awakened, you may summon them… only against the bunnies."

Zenny raised his hand, smirking with a hint of mock sincerity.

"Don't worry, Instructor. That chaos won't happen again. I promise."

A few of the students chuckled nervously, remembering the last time fire and wind nearly destroyed half the training field.

The instructor folded his arms.

"For your sake, Zenny, it better not. Or next time—your punishment will involve cleaning dragon cages."

Evenneor crossed his arms, a faint grin tugging at his lips.

"Try not to burn yourself out this time, wind boy."

Zenny's eyes narrowed, the wind swirling faintly around his feet.

"Oh, I'll make sure you eat my dust, fire prince."

And with that, the factions scattered toward the armory, their boots pounding in unison—the first true test of the season had begun.