Someone had firmly grasped the tip of Gydarra's sword, hindering him from delivering a deadly attack. He tugged at the weapon, but it seemed immovable. Gydarra was astounded by the immense strength of the girl before him. "What on earth? Who are you?!" he exclaimed.

"Good evening," the girl greeted Gydarra, her expression composed yet resolved. She delicately held his sword between her thumb and forefinger. "Do you mind if I ask what is happening, so that I can try to help solve this issue?" she inquired.

The audience was awestruck and filled with admiration. Some had heard of her, and others had long been in awe of her. A magical aura seemed to surround her, and everyone was captivated by her presence.

"Olivia Aveline?" Robert said in a low voice.

Olivia cast her gaze towards Robert and gracefully waved her left hand. A faint smile graced her lips as she called out, "Hi, Robert!" Her voice was light yet determined.

Olivia released the tip of Gydarra's sword, then he leaped back and pointed his blade menacingly at her.

Gydarra's eyes narrowed as he shouted, "Bitch! Don't meddle in my business!" He lunged forward, slashing his sword at the girl. It was clear that the girl had anticipated Gydarra's move, easily dodging out of the way.

The girl then responded with a quick and graceful move, ducking down and smoothly dodging Gydarra's blade. She jumped up and grabbed Gydarra's shoulder in one swift motion, lightly gripping him as she stood beside him.

"Mr. Gydarra," she said softly, "Why are you so hostile to someone you just met? I wasn't looking for a fight."

Gydarra was speechless for a moment, overwhelmed by a fear he had never felt before. The girl effortlessly evaded his assaults, and even without exerting much effort, he felt powerless. Who is she? His heart rate accelerated, and he was filled with a strong urge to battle her even more.

Olivia nodded slowly and made her way over to Dallan, whose face was pale, and his body was trembling with fear. She gently patted his shoulder and said in a soft voice, "I really appreciate your honesty."

"Don't be ridiculous!" Gydarra retorted angrily. "You've meddled in my affairs, now face me!" he growled.

"I'd be delighted to duel you," Olivia retorted with an amused expression. "But it'll have to wait; I have something to talk about with everyone."

Olivia walked up to Gydarra and offered him a handshake. "Hello, my name is Olivia. I've been watching your fights through the live broadcasts outside the pocket dimension, and I'm grateful for all you've done for us here. Your contribution is invaluable for the success we've had so far."

Gydarra gave her a firm look and asked, "And who are you?"

"I'm the President of the CEHA Student Council," Olivia replied. "I've brought three other people along to help you tackle the challenge posed in this pocket dimension. We've done our research, and we're worried that the real challenge has yet to be revealed to us. That's why we must join forces - this won't be easy."

The night was still thick with tension, not having decreased in the slightest. Three more people suddenly came into view, prompting the people gathered around to part ways and give them space. Lily, Lewis, and James approached Olivia, and the onlookers began to gossip among themselves.

"What's happening?" asked one person, eyes wide in wonderment.

"What are they doing here?" asked another, barely able to contain their excitement.

"Is that really Olivia Aveline?" someone gasped.

"I can't believe I'm seeing her!" "Is that Lily Gardner?" another exclaimed, awe in their voice.

The air seemed to hum with mystic energy as if the stars were aligning for something special.

***historical

Crescent Moon Dimension.

"A Tier 4 Nature's Breath!" Yudan exclaimed in wonderment, his eyes widening as he set foot upon the arid terrain of the Crescent Moon Dimension, which was draped in the darkness beneath the star-studded night sky. "But this isn't Yunatea!" he added with a hint of disbelief.

Nathan quickly laid Muramoto's body on the ground, and Meriel rushed to his side. A grimoire suddenly appeared next to her, and she murmured a mysterious incantation, her eyes shut in intense focus. A magical energy started to swirl around them like a doorway to the supernatural had been opened.

Yudan anxiously sat beside Meriel, attempting to locate Muramoto's pulse. His hands shook as he held up several potion bottles, yet despite his efforts, he displayed a look of hopelessness and disappointment before slowly shaking his head.

Nathan frantically surveyed his environment, searching for any sign of Luna's presence. Suddenly, her voice echoed in his ear, "Master Nathan, I'm trying to remain unseen for now. I doubt you can adequately explain the existence of this place to them, can you?"

He vigorously nodded in agreement and then opened the 'create a new skill' screen. He tried to communicate with Luna through the mental connection they often used outside the pocket dimension.

"Luna," he pleaded desperately, "can we use any Tier 2 healing to save Muramoto?" His voice was filled with panic, and his hands shook as he focused on the transparent screen before him, quickly typing out his query.

"Create a skill that can heal someone from even the most dire condition, utilizing stats, life force, or anything else...."

"Mr. Nathan..." Meriel uttered in a quivering voice, her face growing increasingly pale with fear.

"Yes?" Nathan replied, his brow furrowing with worry as he saw Meriel's distress.

Meriel swallowed hard, her eyes glistening with tears. "I'm sorry, I can't do it. I can't use my skills here; this isn't Yunatea," she lamented regretfully, her expression filled with sorrow. "I don't think my skills will work in this place," she added sadly. "I think I've gone as far as I can," she concluded, a hint of dejection in her voice.

Nathan felt an overpowering wave of weakness come over him as soon as Meriel's words reached his ears; he was on the verge of continuing his skill creation, but he hesitated when Muramoto quietly spoke to him.

"Thank you- for doing this- for me..." Muramoto softly and haltingly whispered his gratitude.

Nathan's voice quavered with a desperate blend of rage and despair as he desperately tried to reassure Muramoto, "It will all be alright. I will find a way to help you."