Chapter 75 – Of Steel and Sorcery

The moment Shisui's boot hit the mossy floor of the new world, he knew he wasn't in the Elemental Nations anymore.

The portal collapsed behind him with a sigh of broken stars.

He stood within a vast, enchanted forest—towering trees twisted toward the sky like cathedral pillars. The air buzzed with mana. Strange bird calls echoed. Light filtered through the canopy in warm, golden columns.

A primal world.

Shisui's mind flooded with new understanding—languages, culture, power systems, species. Elves. Beastkin. Ancient dragons. Magic schools and knightly orders. He absorbed it all as if born here.

Suddenly, the runes along Astradríga's crescent blade shimmered.

He crouched low, scanning. Footsteps.

From the undergrowth burst a saber-toothed wolf, easily three times the size of a tiger. Its eyes glowed red, mouth foaming with aggression.

Shisui didn't flinch. He drew Astradríga and whispered:

"Lunarcleave Slash."

The blade surged with crescent-shaped energy arcs. With a single step, he cleaved the monster in two—his slash distorting the air. The wolf didn't even have time to cry.

As it dissolved into blue mana mist, Shisui exhaled.

"Even monsters here are supercharged…"

He looked around at the alien yet vibrant world and whispered, "So this… is where my next path begins."

From afar, dark figures watched from the treetops. And somewhere deep in the forest, a cracked sky crystal pulsed with chaotic energy—its guardians stirring.

The dimensional walk had only just begun.