March 2024

Willem’s attack came swiftly, and its speed surprised Jasper. A blur of movement, a flash of crimson, and suddenly, a chill crept up Jasper’s arms. He glanced down, only to find his arm guards cracked, and blood seeped out. The clang of metal hitting the ground echoed as his spear fell, followed by the crisp […]

The silver-armored guards, though formidable, were no match for Willem’s relentless attack. Their efforts only briefly stalled his rampage as he continued to claim lives without pause. Bodies accumulated rapidly, and the courtyard was stained with a chilling hue of red. Panic gripped the guards as they belatedly grasped the gravity of the threat. Willem’s

“Thanks, Mr. Bailey,” Jasper said with a triumphant chuckle. He was blissfully ignorant of the imminent danger lurking ahead. The influential figures from various powerful nations watched in silence. They showed no interest in intervening as they were only there for the spectacle. After all, the outcome didn’t concern them. “Heh… Looks like I’ll have

Jasper was startled and instinctively raised his arm to stop Willem’s advance. Despite his efforts, the vast power gap between them rendered Jasper helpless against Willem’s relentless pressure. He could only watch in horror as Willem’s fangs inched closer to his neck. Jasper panicked and urged, “What are you fools waiting for? Get in here

“Go to hell!” Jasper shivered as he locked eyes with Willem, whose piercing red gaze sent a chill down his spine. Gripping his spear tightly, Jasper swiftly spun it around. With a deft movement, the spearhead dodged Willem’s clawed reach and shot up his arm. Like a striking serpent, it aimed for Willem’s chest with

Willem declared confidently, “My hands are my weapons.” As he stepped forward, his fingers parted slightly, revealing sharp black nails that sprung out like blades. Jasper, wielding a long spear, retorted, “Hmph! Looks like you haven’t trimmed those nails in ages. Today, I’ll give you a hand!” He wasted no time and thrust directly. The

Jasper’s words left everyone feeling uneasy. Their faces soured at his shameless behavior, an audacity they had never witnessed. Not only was he late, but he also exuded an arrogant, self- important demeanor, making it difficult to stomach. “Abundant talent and resources? That’s a laughable claim. What notable figures does Glorian even boast?” Willem scoffed,

The Hall of Gods, with approval from Artea, arranged a meeting of influential leaders from various nations. This collaboration, if fruitful, would pave the way for future gatherings of a similar nature. “I can just ignore the representative from Glorian as long as they don’t get under my skin,” Willem remarked, lifting his wine glass

Batuul’s arrival lifted Anthony’s spirits. Anthony realized that Bailey, sent by the Hall of Gods, had a well-thought- out plan for gathering strong individuals from various nations in such a short time. Willem, clad in a red robe, suddenly spoke with a smile. “Mr. Batuul, I’ve heard that you have perfected your body with Adamantine Body

“Mr. Alessandro, meet Vanzan, Noir, and Shyvan. They are notable figures from Eskus, each possessing impressive skills.” Bailey introduced. “Vanzan? Noir? Shyvan?” Anthony raised an eyebrow, growing more surprised by the moment. In Eskus, the Silent Specters, a mysterious and powerful assassin organization, operated discreetly. They would kill anyone for the right price. One of