All Chapters of Swordbound Chronicles: Chapter 1551
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Closing Stories of the Almaria Continent Arc – Part I.
That morning, the gray clouds that had covered the sky above Nip North City for weeks were blown away by the morning breeze. The sun shone brightly, warming the damp city and driving away the gloom that had settled over the streets like a funeral shroud. Golden light spilled across cobblestones still wet from morning dew, painting everything with the colors of hope renewed.Many people came out and gathered on the streets, their movements eager despite the early hour. Joyful faces were clearly visible on the faces of the city's residents as loud, cheerful voices echoed throughout the streets of Nip North City, bouncing off stone walls and wooden shutters. The sound of celebration filled every corner, driving back the silence that had reigned for too long."We won! Our soldiers have returned victorious!""Vellenor has won. The wizard Udristan has been defeated!" The cries rose like a prayer of thanksgiving to the heavens above.Meanwhile, among the growing crowd that swelled like a riv
Closing Stories of the Almaria Continent Arc – Part II.
"This isn't what I expected," Lan's voice caught in her throat as reality crashed over her like a wave. She felt as if something was stuck in her throat, choking off the cheers that had been ready to burst forth. Lan couldn't say anything except try to hold back her sobs, her body trembling with the effort of containing her grief.She glanced at Hunu and Merin, who didn't look any better than she felt. Her two friends were crying silently, tears streaming down their carefully made up faces, leaving tracks through the rouge on their cheeks.And when Lan tried to look around at the crowd that had gathered to celebrate, she felt even more choked up. All the spectators were silent, frozen in horror at what they witnessed. Tears were clearly visible in their eyes, glistening in the morning sunlight like diamonds of sorrow.Soon, the crowd that had been about to celebrate the victorious soldiers turned into a sea of tears. The baskets of carefully prepared snacks hung forgotten in trembling
Closing Stories of the Almaria Continent Arc – Part III.
Wangmo clearly remembered the words of one of the healers that night, when he woke up and found that his right leg had been amputated. The shock of that discovery still haunted his dreams, the moment of realization playing over and over in his mind.It was still early in the morning, the sun barely risen above the horizon. Not many people had left their homes to start their day, the streets mostly empty. Wangmo pulled his jacket closer to cover his neck, trying to ward off the chill that seemed to come from within rather than without.Lately, since Wangmo's leg was amputated, he had been getting sick very easily. When the wind blew strongly or when the air became cold, Wangmo often shivered uncontrollably, his body betraying him in ways it never had before. When Wangmo reported this to the female Healer who was taking care of him, the Healer said with professional reassurance."Be patient, young man. This is all a reaction to the amputation of your leg, your body adjusting to its new
Birth of a Demigod.
After all the battles had ended and the last echoes of war faded into memory, the guests from the alliance finally returned to their places of origin. As did the soldiers, whose numbers had been greatly reduced due to having to return to the capital and surrounding cities, their ranks thinned by death and injury.Now, only ten thousand combat troops remained, hailing from various units such as infantry, cavalry, archers, and most notably, the naval forces who continued to stand guard with unwavering vigilance.The Enchanter had sealed himself off from the outside world, shutting himself away in meditation that none could disturb. His door remained closed to all visitors, no matter their rank or purpose.Meanwhile, the city government is now in the hands of Yurst, the young judge whose wisdom belied his years. They are waiting for the king's decree to be issued and determine who will become the governor of Nip North, a decision that would shape the city's future for years to come.When
Liberation and Farewell.
One day, three girls from Nip North City, Lan, Merin, and Hunu who worked at a famous restaurant in the city, were out walking to warm themselves. Their breath misted in the cold air, and their cheeks were flushed from the biting wind that whipped around corners and through alleyways.While her two friends were chatting about trivial matters, Lan saw something strange in the sky that made her blood run cold. Although it was still daytime, a bright pink comet streaked across the sky, growing larger and larger with each passing moment. Then, the blood red color that had looked like wounds quickly spread across the sky like spilled wine on white silk, staining the heavens with crimson light.The three girls held each other's hands in fear, their bodies trembling with more than cold. Lan asked with a voice that shook despite her efforts to remain calm, "What's going on? Is this a bad omen, a sign of disaster to come?"However, the phenomenon lasted only a few minutes that felt like hours.
Departure and the Black Dragon’s Shadow.
"I agree completely. Brother Guo Jiang has been on this continent for too long, your destiny calling you elsewhere. All your missions are complete, and you even gave a bonus by helping the Vellenor Kingdom win the war!" said Hogret with admiration coloring every word."What about the portal I need to pass through? Have you found the point where I need to cross between realms?" Guo Jiang's question carried urgency despite his calm demeanor."Don't worry, my friend. Hogret has prepared the location of the portal you must open, and you can return to the Realm of Jikokuten where your true journey awaits. Also, here you are!" Hogret lifted a ball the size of a coconut and showed it to Guo Jiang with pride. Guo Jiang's face lit up when he saw the object called the portal, the device that would take him back to the Eastern world, glowing with inner light that pulsed like a heartbeat.The journey to Torredorm City took two weeks of leisurely travel through varied landscapes. This was not beca
Night at the Southern City Border.
ARC III. MOONBLADENine hundred years ago, when legends still walked the earth and the moon shone brighter than in these diminished days.The woman looked elegant beyond mortal measure, her bearing speaking of cultivation that had refined both body and spirit. Her long hair was neatly combed and tied up high, revealing a beautiful, almost inhuman face that seemed carved from the finest jade. She stood on a row of hills on the border of the Southern City at the foot of a mountain covered with peach trees whose blossoms filled the night air with their sweet fragrance.It was a full moon that night, its silver light painting the world in shades of pearl and shadow. The moonlight fell on her tall, slender figure, standing silently with no expression whatsoever, when ten men dressed in dark clothes and wearing face coverings appeared like shadows detaching from deeper darkness. Their movements were practiced, coordinated like wolves circling prey.The woman looked young, perhaps no more th
Froststrike: The Sword King’s Heir.
With a vicious hiss like a serpent preparing to strike, he gave instructions to the other nine. His voice crackled with killing intent that made the night air feel colder."Kill that woman. Don't hesitate to use force, show no mercy to one who mocks us so! It is said that her husband has been missing for a long time and she and the other woman have lost their protector! This is our chance from the Ancient City to seize the Moon Sword and be called the ruler of the Wulim World!" His words carried the promise of glory and the taste of greed.After the leader's command was heard, the sound of swords cutting through the night echoed as ten swords shot forward in unison. The coordinated attack spoke of years training together, their movements synchronized like a deadly dance choreographed by masters. A cruel aura containing a killing intent followed one after another, pouncing on the woman called Ye Bing Qing like hungry tigers descending on a lone lamb.SUIIT!Ye Bing Qing did not flinch
Night of the Nine Blades.
"Can this be called lucky? Even though we are nine and all are Sage level cultivators, she is the Sword King's wife, inheritor of techniques that have slain immortals. I'm doubtful after seeing that woman's lightning fast speed and ice infused attacks. Those are the movements and signature techniques of the Sword King himself!" Another masked man whispered tremblingly, wisdom warring with greed in his heart.Apparently, after seeing Ye Bing Qing's fighting abilities demonstrated so casually, one by one, the masked men became hesitant to seize the Moon Sword. The price of failure had become terrifyingly clear, written in frost and blood on their fallen companion."We can't back down now, can we? Listen to me carefully. It is said that there is a copy of the Fire Technique inside the Moon Sword, a method that grants power over flames themselves! Don't you want to be called the rulers of the world and learn the Fire Technique?" The leader's voice dripped with poisonous persuasion.Hearin
Magnolia Dawn: The Sect Master's Sixtieth.
That morning, Ice Island was not too cold, even though the temperature was around 2 degrees Celsius, a mild day by the island's harsh standards. The sun was shining brightly, and the magnolia trees swayed rhythmically in the breeze blowing from the south of the island, their white blossoms releasing a sweet fragrance that mingled with the crisp ocean air.Since early morning, all the students and officials on Ice Island had been awake and preparing for the prayer ceremony in the Main Hall of the Ice Island Sect. Their movements were purposeful, every action carried out with the precision of long practiced ritual and the reverence appropriate to such an auspicious occasion.What was going on that demanded such preparation and solemnity?Meanwhile, in the middle of Ice Island, there was a large and magnificent building that dominated the landscape like a mountain peak. Even before sunrise, the main building of the sect was already bustling with guests from outside Ice Island, their arri