Magic Shop System

On the Eozon Continent, a small village called Cullfield was sitting amidst the mountain range that surrounded it from all the sides. Towering trees, covered in snow, stood. Icy wind wheezed in the valley; the clouds rushed from the top of one mountain to another, obscuring almost half of the snow-covered peaks, portraying a striking picture of nature.

An inn stood at the center of the Cullfield. Two hearthstones were burning inside it, to warm the place, but the cold was still dominating every corner of the inn. People devoured meat and gulped ale as they talked and laughed and punched each jokingly. At the corner three figures were sitting, covered in black. No one paid them any attention, as if they didn't even exist.

"We have searched the entire eastern region of the Eozon Continent," said a woman's voice in frustration, "but we didn't find a clue about our children."

"I am also baffled," the man said. "We are already at the peak of this world, if we push our strength a bit more we would be forced out of the Pengolla, and yet, we could not find a trace of them. It feels as if they have vanished into thin air."

"Why can't we sense their bloodline, either?" the woman said, her brows wrinkled in worry.

"The Pengolla is a different world, Sylvia," the man sighed when he saw an anxious look on his wife's face. "It has its own laws. We could awaken our bloodline because we had sealed them inside our souls. Our children are different. They would need some kind of catalyst to accomplish it."

"How would we find them, then, Darius?" Salona—whom the man called Sylvia—asked.

The man sighed, remaining silent. The other woman sitting together with them was silent. She seemed confused, but her eyes flickered with curiosity.

Darius looked at his sister and said, "Your body still has a trace of vampire bloodline. After I remove it, you won't have any restrictions."

Eddena looked up, her face worried. "Is it true, Brother Magnus?"

"How many times did I tell you not to call me that?" said the man. "I'm Darius."

"Alright. My bad," said Eddena. "So, is it true?"

"Of course," Darius replied. "It's better to get rid of a faulted and inferior bloodline as soon as possible, or it would only benefit others."

"Won't I become elementless? My Mana Pool was connected to my bloodline, so is my rune. I will lose my magic if my bloodline vanishes."

"Didn't we talk about it already?" Darius frowned. "I will solve that problem. Don't you trust your brother?"

 "If I didn't trust you, would I let you remove my bloodline?"

"It's settled, then."

Eddena grumbled something about not telling her the whole truth. Darius smiled. He turned towards his wife, and his expression froze. 

Sylvia's eyes shone with green light. Her green hair started to fly in the wind, and a crown appeared on her head. Crown of flowers and leaves. In no time, the entire inn was burst into a green light. The expression of the crowd froze as they looked at the source. A beautiful woman,no, calling her a woman was blasphemy against her. She was a goddess. Goddess of Beauty.

Sylvia eyed her husband, and an excited look appeared on her stunning face. "I—I feel a connection with her!" her voice was laced with excitement. "Darius, I can feel Elora. Now we can unite with our children."

Darius sprang from his chair, similarly feeling pleasant for this sudden development. "Where?" he asked. "Tell me. Where are they?"

Sylvia frowned at his question.

"What?" asked Darius, feeling a little worried.

Sylvia looked at her husband and said, "They aren't on the Eozon Continent, much less on the eastern region."

"Really?" Darius felt bewildered when he heard his wife. He never thought that his children were strong enough to travel such a great distance in such a short time. It would take months for ordinary mages to cross just one of the regions. "How did they travel to another continent in such a short time?"

Sylvia shook her head. Then said, "They are in the Death Valley of Ivrora Continent."

Darius' eyes widened in shock. "Let's go." He wasted no time. He waved his hand that was covered in red scales and a space sliced open, becoming a portal. After that the trio entered it. 

Even Eddena didn't seem surprised anymore. Magn—er, Darius had used this move many times to travel from one place to another. The inn was silent. Then a glass of wine shattered on the ground, breaking the silence and the entire inn burst into chorus. From today onward, the tale of Goddess of Beauty and the God of Divine Claw would become a legend of Cullfield. 

No one noticed the third figure, though.

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"Damn it!" Khrom crouched down, panting. Others in the group similarly looked haggard. "How did Elora enter if it was closed?"

"I think," Cecelia said, "it has something to do with the change in her—that happened—before she dashed into the cave."

"So what should we do now?" asked Zelie.

They sighed. No one knew what to do. After all, they had used everything, but couldn't enter the cave. "These bastard skeletons!" shouted Dion in frustration. His hatred for them increased as every second passed. Not that others were feeling less fury. 

"Are we going to sit here just like this while boss and sister Elora is fighting against enemies?" Slyff said, as he punched a boulder into dust. Still in his gorilla form.

None of them noticed a small bird hovering in the sky. Her entire body was covered in white flames; whenever the black smoke from Death Valley touched the flames it evaporated into thin air. 

"I didn't think I would encounter the two greatest bloodlines from the upper world on this small planet," she said. "Well, I think I will help him just this one time. Although he is stupid sometimes, I am still connected to him through bloodline. Furthermore, his bloodline is far more powerful than mine, so it's questionable if I would survive if he dies. Damn it!"

However, just when she was about to rush to help, a portal opened in front of the cave, and three figures rushed out of it.