March 2024

The following morning, Dustin was deep in meditation and practice. Suddenly, a sharp knock broke his concentration. He opened the door to find Dalen, Miles, Crystal, and Ruby standing outside. “Dustin, something happened last night!” Miles exclaimed urgently, barely waiting for the door to open fully. Perplexed, Dustin asked, “What’s going on?” He found it […]

As Aldric wandered the streets, lost in contemplation, his mind was consumed by memories of his earlier duel with Dustin. Each replay brought a stark realization-the gap in their abilities was insurmountable. Despite his relentless efforts, victory over Dustin seemed an elusive dream. No matter how many times he envisioned it, the outcome of their

Aldric’s gaze flickered from his blade, embedded in the sodden earth, to Dustin’s calm form. Suddenly, a wave of defeat washed over him. He had nurtured lofty ambitions of shining brightly, of making a mark at the Sacred Wrym Summit Combat Tournament. And now, it struck him hard that he had overestimated his abilities. He

“Bloodfiery Rampage technique- Fourth stance: the Godslayer!” “Bloodfiery Rampage technique- Ultimate stance: the Skyfire!” Aldric’s voice boomed, echoing through the area as he declared his stances one by one. With every swing of his blade, he showcased the culmination of his lifelong training. He understood that Dustin posed the greatest challenge he had ever faced.

Aldric grunted and staggered. The force of the impact almost caused him to lose hold of his blade. He looked down at his shoulder and saw a bloody hole, feeling the warmth of blood seeping through his raincoat. The rain mixed with the blood as it trickled down, creating a chilling sight. A water droplet

Driving away one challenger would only invite others to take their place. Hence, this would only create an unending cycle. Dustin disliked pointless duels and chose to yield rather than be pulled into endless fights. He was willing to forgo the glory of defeating Marco if it meant avoiding continuous conflict. Aldric’s demeanor soured. “Do

With a swiftness that was almost impossible to track, Aldric’s blade sliced through the air, leaving only a fleeting glimpse of its sharp edge. Everywhere it went, raindrops evaporated instantly, creating a void in its wake. Miles’s eyes narrowed as he swiftly raised his sword to defend himself. The clash echoed through the air. Aldric’s blow

In the lively ambiance of Breezy Tavern, Dustin was immersed in a cheerful gathering with Quincy and other people. The occasion was a party organized by Quincy in honor of Dustin’s victory over Marco in honor of the Celestial Alliance. Dustin’s remarkable feat spread like wildfire throughout Sacred Wrym Summit. It even drew the attention

Jasper, the once-mighty general of Glorian, met his demise through a fatal encounter with the Blood Devil Willem, all because of his overbearing arrogance. This tragic incident overshadowed what had begun as the gathering organized by the Hall of Gods. “Sorry to keep you waiting, everyone. I’ll go and freshen up a bit.” Willem’s lips

Willem was nothing but a bloodthirsty maniac. “What’s the matter? Lost your nerve?” Willem taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. He added, “I thought Glorian folks were tough. Weren’t you the ones who wanted to bully others? Weren’t you just boasting about taking me down? Come on, get back on your feet and face me!”