Chapter 50: The Horn of the Final Battle
Zeheriel liked high places. Standing on the rooftop of the inconspicuous Tax Office Building across from the Golden Iris Hotel, he could take in everything below at a glance. The…
Zeheriel liked high places. Standing on the rooftop of the inconspicuous Tax Office Building across from the Golden Iris Hotel, he could take in everything below at a glance. The…
She was like a blindfolded swordsman, swinging what she thought were exquisite sword moves—yet to the other, every strike was a glaring flaw. She had already lost. Even before the…
Falushiel watched her silently, neither urging nor interrupting. She gave her enough time to let it all out. Only after a dam completely collapses does its internal structure become fully…
The contract was formed at that moment. She became Zeheriel’s summoned creature, her will branded with an absolute mark she could never defy. From that day on, Mine disappeared, replaced…
Falu Xier finally spoke. Her voice was low, tinged with a deliberately crafted exhaustion and fragility. “The plan for the Gate of Dolos is still underway. I’m preparing to personally…
Golden Iris Hotel, the most renowned den of extravagance in the royal city of Arslan. The air was thick with the charred aroma of grilled meat, the fragrance of elven…
The air of the Forbidden Marsh of the Demon Domain felt like solidified grease, carrying the indescribable stench of rotting plants and the depths of the swamp, seeping bit by…
Feink fell into a long silence again. Farushil stood quietly, waiting for his judgment. She knew her words sounded heretical, but they struck at the heart of the issue. After…
Half a month was enough for the wounds left by a fierce battle to scab over, but not enough to heal the rift of betrayal carved into the human heart.…
Nilo von Edgar, one of the most outstanding graduates in the history of Pasca Military Academy. Farusiel’s Master, and also the person who gave her the most help and encouragement…