In a captivating atmosphere, Rinoa reveals that the island gamma still exists, serving as a place that holds many secrets and unsolved mysteries. The island is not trapped in the darkness of history; instead, it has undergone an impressive transformation, geometrically changing over time, influenced by extraordinary and unexpected magical forces. The explosion that shook the island was not an attempt to destroy it, but rather a clever tactic to hide it from the world's view, creating the illusion that the past would not be repeated while providing hope for a brighter future.

  In a historical context, gamma island boasts a rich background concerning the civilizations that inhabited it, widely known for their close relationship with the wonders of magic. This island once served as a center of wisdom and magical knowledge, where its inhabitants, known as the guardians of magic, forged a symbiotic relationship with the forces of nature. They utilized magical resources as an integral part of their daily lives and upheld traditions passed down through generations. This community consistently studied the arts of magic and mystical knowledge to protect the island from external threats and maintain harmony with nature, a practice deeply rooted in their long history, transmitted from one generation to the next with unwavering dedication.

  However, when a natural disaster in the form of a volcanic eruption occurred, the situation became uncontrollable. The rapidly spreading volcanic gases posed a threat to life on the island and altered the accompanying magical essence. Many believed that these gases brought detrimental effects, underpinning a prophecy that implied the changes were not only on the surface of the island but also within the souls of its inhabitants. The presence of impurities caused by the eruption cast a shadow over the magical traditions, forcing the guardians of magic to grapple with dark forces they had never encountered before, thereby testing their resilience in upholding the magical practices that had become an integral part of their identity.

  Amid this tension, Chaos, an entity that understands the dynamics of magical power and foresees the course of destiny, realizes that it is destined to lose in this confrontation. With a wise decision, it chooses to use magic not to destroy but to conceal the existing truth, ensuring that only a few are aware of the fate of the island of gamma. In the midst of all this uncertainty, Rinoa recognizes that revenge is not the answer; rather, understanding the history and the deep connection with the magic that once gave life to the island is the key for its inhabitants to rise again, overcoming the challenges ahead and restoring the island of gamma as a symbol of courage and hope in a world filled with mystery and the magical wonders that continue to surround them.

  Rinoa confidently declared that the island gamma still exists, despite many believing it has vanished into darkness. Its mystical and vibrant nature has undergone drastic changes; the island has not completely sunk to the ocean floor, but its shape has shifted and taken on different contours due to the extraordinary magical forces at play. The explosion that occurred was not an act of destruction, but rather a complex effort to hide the island from the outside world. Chaos, the antagonist, realized he would be trapped in a battle that was impossible to win; he unleashed a different magic from the ball judgment—a powerful spell he once used to destroy the village of flying dagger. The astonishing force of ball judgment was created from pressurized air, driving away energy so intense that it could rip the land into fragmented shards, a phenomenon significantly impacting the long history of Earth's civilization. In every context, this phenomenon is known as plasma, a term that encompasses profound power and mystery, where plasma plays a crucial role in our understanding of magic and natural forces, along with its magical implications that far surpass human imagination and the knowledge currently available.

  However, as researchers delved into the existing data, plasma particles could not be found at the locations where the explosion was believed to have occurred. A peculiar anomaly emerged; even after plasma was reportedly used in the tremendous magic, its presence seemed to vanish without a trace. Only one possibility remained to be considered—that on that day, Chaos did not truly destroy the island of gamma. This truth became increasingly compelling after the discovery of plasma particles in the area formerly known as flying dagger village, a place where darkness and emptiness enveloped the land that was once thriving. The impact of the widespread volcanic gas had transformed the entire ecosystem, disrupting the balance of nature upheld by those who understood magic. Yet, despite this catastrophe threatening their very survival, there lay a deeper wound—a mystery intertwining the island's history with the present—a narrative shrouded in intrigue that the seeds of hope must confront for both current and future generations, making them the guardians of hope amidst the shadows of a haunting past.

  Chaos wielded mesmerizing lightning magic to deceive his enemies, unleashing flashes of light that seemed to dance at the edge of the night sky. He directed the lightning towards the coastline, creating a rumbling sound that shook the ground and triggered shifts in the tectonic plates beneath the ocean's surface. These dramatic moments bore witness to the threatening volcanic activity at the ocean's depths, resulting in eruptions that released thick black smoke. The smoke spread like a dark shroud over the entire island, giving the illusion that it had been destroyed, while in reality, it concealed a deeper truth. Amidst the chaos, Chaos found an opportunity; cleverly, he deployed intricate illusion magic to veil the entire region. A question arose: could it truly be possible to alter the natural order that already existed? Meanwhile, Rinoa, a talented young sorceress, had long studied the cycles of weather and the movements of the sea surrounding the island, believing that her knowledge would provide the key to understanding the island's current condition.

  However, this fascinating history is shrouded in elements of mystery and danger. At that time, Chaos was unaware that the volcanic eruption's smoke contained hidden toxins capable of annihilating what remained. The once-great and knowledgeable gamma civilization found itself ill-prepared to confront the natural forces that surpassed their understanding. Many likely perished during that period, leaving behind remnants of knowledge that became a bitter lesson for future generations. Homes and sacred places, which once exuded beauty, now lay in silence, forgotten and trapped within the toxic gas fog enveloping the island. For a year, the region was cloaked in lethal gases, prompting the remaining inhabitants to seek safe havens to protect themselves from the hazardous effects of the toxic fumes. A somber and tense atmosphere enveloped the island, creating a story waiting to be uncovered and testing the resolve of the surviving witches as they grappled with their fate in the midst of darkness.

  At that moment, amidst the stillness of the night shrouded in dark shadows, Chaos was unaware that the volcanic eruption's smoke contained a deadly, perilous poison. Surrounded by a mystical atmosphere, the magnificent and knowledge-rich gamma civilization had not yet fully comprehended the dangers posed by the toxin. Renowned for their ability to interact with the elements of nature, they may have been overly confident in the powers they wielded, leaving them vulnerable to the lurking threat. Many perhaps perished during that time, ensnared in the webs of illusions they had woven, trapped in a world filled with wonder yet also terrifying threats, facing the consequences of neglecting the existing dangers.

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  After the eruption, for an entire year, the islands were shrouded in toxic gases that spread like a dark veil, isolating its inhabitants from the outside world and trapping them in an endless darkness. Then, as the gases dissipated, a thick, mysterious fog enveloped the land; even to this day, that fog still blankets the area, creating an atmosphere that evokes both tension and deep curiosity in anyone who approaches. According to sailors who attempted to draw near the shores, it is said that at the onset of the changing seasons, the fog's reach expands in a frightening manner, as if the mist were a living creature silently consuming the surrounding small islands. It is too dangerous to try to enter that area, as the extraordinary thickness of the fog renders visibility nearly impossible. Even several witnesses who attempted to venture within experienced temporary blindness, as if the fog carried a curse for those brave enough to challenge it. The presence of volcanic gases and the thick mist has become a symbol of the dark tale haunting the gamma civilization, serving as a reminder of nature's uncontrollable power and the tragic fate awaiting those trapped in that grim history—symbolizing the consequences of human ignorance and arrogance when confronting the terrifying and unpredictable forces of nature.

  "So, here is Rinoa's thesis," said an eccentric-looking man who captured attention. His voice carried a confident aura as he uttered the words, as if each syllable was imbued with deep meaning.

  He wore a vibrant long coat, a blend of red, blue, and white, adorned with golden details, reflecting the adage, "Bright colors bring hope." Beneath it, he sported a brown vest and a white shirt with a black bow tie, creating an elegant yet eccentric impression that added to his unique and mysterious personality.

  His tall hat, patterned in red and white checks, was complemented by a black belt and a golden buckle, echoing the saying, "Courage is a barrier to uncertainty." With long, wavy hair that was either silver or grayish-white, slightly disheveled, he exuded an air of unpredictability.

  His expression was deeply serious, with sharp eyes that seemed to pierce into the soul, framed by dark circles that contributed to a mysterious aura and a hint of fatigue. This expression suggested someone who had spent considerable time contemplating the proposal, giving the impression that he had wrestled with various ideas and obstacles to reach a clearer understanding.

  "This could be a tough challenge," the figure said to the person standing in front of him, as if conveying that this journey was akin to climbing a steep mountain that required resilience and thorough preparation.

  "I don't want him to be continually trapped in this web of thoughts, like a bird confined in a glass cage, yearning for freedom yet unaware of the way out."

  Before them, a dark atmosphere enveloped everything, like a thick shadow that intimidated and diminished the light. This dense darkness could make one feel suffocated, as if their breath were being stolen by an unseen force.

  "Fitran, I understand what you want," the man said, his voice firm yet filled with understanding. From the depths of his long robe’s pocket, he pulled out a magical blue ring, glowing softly like the moonlight reflected on water's surface. The ring rotated slowly in the air, emanating a calming aura that quickly diminished the menacing presence of the young man.

  "We don't have access to reach there, even with the most advanced ships that the Earth nation possesses. The mysterious thick fog disrupts our machines," the man remarked.

  "However, considering how crucial it is to expand into that area, the rare minerals contained within it could potentially create a significant leap in technological advancement," he added, his eyes sparkling with deep enthusiasm.

  "I'm not so sure, especially since you are still in mourning," replied the man.

  "Your wife is still missing," he said, laughter flowing from him like an uncontrollable current. "Even if it was just a political marriage, it still hurts."

  Suddenly, the atmosphere around Fitran was suffused with a thick and terrifying aura of murder, as if a cold, frightening chill enveloped him. A heavy tension hung in the air, making his heart race and his skin crawl, heightening his awareness of the approaching threat.

  "Evan Mad Hatter, my affairs are not your concern," Fitran said with a tone full of emotion.

  "Alright, if that's what you want," Evan replied, his voice soft yet filled with firmness.

  "But My Majesty always misses you, Fitran," Evan said gently, attempting to divert attention from the tension hanging between them.

  "And if you harm him," Evan stated firmly, his voice resonating as if filling the space between them, "we, the followers of the Book of Wonderland, bound by a sacred promise and deep loyalty, will not stand idly by." The intensity of his emotions was evident in every word, adding to the warm tension in the air. Surrounding them, a few supernatural beings appeared, their elegant and mysterious silhouettes creating an increasingly thrilling atmosphere, as if ready to respond to any impending threat.

  However, yet swiftly, that tension replaced subsequent words, as if the world around them grew quieter, with only the sound of labored breaths filling the empty space.

  "I understand, your heart belongs entirely to Rinoa, despite many women attempting to approach and woo you. This sincerity makes her different, like a star shining amidst the darkness of night, while others are merely faint shadows."

  Fitran fell silent, his heart in turmoil despite his prior intention to unleash deadly magic. His piercing gaze stared blankly, as if weighing the consequences of each action he might take. The silence enveloped the atmosphere, creating a stark tension between the two colliding worlds, acting as a boundary between hope and despair.

  "All right, I will convey this message to His Majesty immediately," Evan stated, his voice firm yet filled with urgency, as if eager to end this chilling meeting. His red eyes reflected the tension surrounding them, while his skillful fingers moved in circles, ready to unleash the necessary magic.

  "I can't promise whether he will receive it," Evan continued, his tone laced with uncertainty. With a graceful motion, he lifted his staff to the dark sky, and instantly the air around him vibrated. Incantations flowed effortlessly from his lips, sketching a complex architecture of magic. In an instant, a dazzling white light spun before him, creating a captivating spectrum of colors.

  From the bright light, a magical portal began to take shape, radiating an energy that vibrated softly, inviting everything around it to draw closer and experience its enchanting pulse. Evan stepped forward, feeling a powerful pull that separated him from the real world, as if sliding through another dimension, towards an unimaginable destination, holding both hope and fear at the same time.

  “Realta Nua,” Fitran exclaimed with a trembling voice, gazing in awe at the mysterious image emerging from the portal, as if another world was slowly unfolding before their eyes.

  “You must keep it a secret,” Evan urged, his voice quivering with the tension felt between them, emphasizing the significance of the secret hidden behind his words.

  “This is one of the great magics,”

  In an instant, Evan vanished into the shadows, his body disappearing as if swallowed by the night, leaving Fitran enveloped in a mysterious silence.

  Fitran pondered, his eyes fixed on the night sky filled with twinkling stars, as if ready to break through the silence and chase something only he could feel. A gentle breeze swept through his hair, heightening the tension that coursed within him.

  "Rinoa," he whispered softly, his voice nearly drowned out by the murmuring night wind.