The secret of the "Anchor of the World" quietly takes root in their hearts: it is not a simple Magical Artifact, but a crucial piece in an ultimate struggle concerning fate, freedom, and power!
David gazed at the distant horizon, the dawn sunlight casting golden hues.
He whispered, "The true confrontation has yet to arrive, but as long as the fire within remains undying, none can foresee the end… nor can anyone easily submit to fate."
As the golden rays of dawn slowly spread across the Earth, David and his companions felt an unusual tremor arising from deep beneath the Earth, as if the world's very arteries were gently stirred by an invisible and profound force.
The tides of space-time wash over, accompanied by the unnoticed aftermath from their return from the 7th Floor of the Abyss, silently corroding the laws of the real world.
The Witch Rider Corps encampment—situated at the fringe of ancient woods, with a long history and deep heritage.
