Back to Genowa Siege“It seems I will have to rely on my own strength after all,” Baca Welvard muttered under his breath, hovering above the rain-soaked battlefield.The sky conitnued to roar with thunder, rain slashing down in relentless sheets, turning the muddy ground below into a quagmire.“No one is coming to our aid. What that man said about my origin… it holds some truth, and they have been taking advantage of it.”His gaze swept across the chaos below: thousands of enemy soldiers marching in perfect formation, arrows and spears raining down, siege engines creaking under the pounding storm.Massive boulders hurled by the two earth mages were intercepted effortlessly by the hovering spears surrounding him, their edges glowing with his martial aura.“This had only started as a regional war… between my region, Genowa, and that fool Leyat’s region. One Kingdom… one border…” He clenched his jaw.“It’s normal for such conflicts to escalate. But I suspected he had been getting aid—fro

“Lord Welvard…” Feric muttered from atop the city wall, standing tall among the archers with his back straight and his chin raised in fierce pride.The rain hammered the battlements, running off the stone in thick sheets, dripping down the wooden bows, soaking the archers’ cloaks until they clung to their skin.The air smelled of wet iron, blood, and storm-split earth.Feric’s eyes locked onto the lone figure below—his lord—standing unshaken in the mud, spear glowing like a shard of twilight.A slow, reverent smile carved itself across Feric’s face.From up here, the world looked split in two:The trembling armies of Leyat and General Wren…And one man beneath the storm.“I’ve seen that spear before…” Feric whispered, each word heavy.“And I know better—once it’s unleashed… blood will be spilled. Its name may be ‘Tranquility,’ but its deeds are anything but tranquil.”Thunder rolled across the plains.Feric’s knuckles tightened on the stone wall.“For now… the best thing we can do for

“I think it’s time for me to run away from this place… it seems beasts are about to face each other.I cannot afford to get killed,” Leyat thought, struggling to maintain balance on the slick, mud-soaked battlefield.His body was trembling from fear, and he had barely mastered the strength to stand upright.He forced himself onto his feet, moving further away from the epicenter where Wren and Welvard clashed.Around him, the remnants of his army were a ruin of despair.Over ninety percent of their soldiers were useless now:some collapsed to their knees, trembling with fear and shock, while others simply muttered incomprehensible sounds, frozen in a haze of trauma.The air was thick with the stench of mud, blood, and sweat, each heartbeat heavy under the pounding rain.“Damn… I’m pathetic. I can’t even properly stand.I have to spread rumors of him colluding with dark entities to justify the massacre of my people. Hmh… seems I’ll have more convincing reason as to why I started this r

The enlightened suppression and Martial aura in the area became even thicker and more suffocating, like a living weight pressing down on the world itself.The air trembled—no, shivered—as if terrified.In a radius of nearly two thousand meters, everything vibrated violently:the soaked earth rippled as muddy water quivered, raindrops that had been falling freely now wavered mid-descent as if pulled sideways by invisible pressure,and even the stone walls of the city groaned under the invisible force crushing down upon them.The atmosphere dimmed, heavy with storm clouds and the oppressive of Wren's energy.Then—Wren leaped.His body shot upward like a launched spear, rising above the height of the city walls, soaring into the stormy night sky.Lightning flashed behind him, framing his silhouette like a demon ascending the heavens.Then—mid-air—his body twisted.With monstrous speed, Wren slashed the air.His halberd carved two diagonal arcs through the sky—SHKAAM! SHKAAAM!—each slash

Welvard and Pengu didn’t waste any time.Both men leaped back in unison, boots splashing against the air from their aura as—if they had launched themselves off a solid platform—yet they were hovering, suspended several meters above the drenched mountainside below.Their hair whipped violently in the storm winds, their silhouettes tense and alert, eyes narrowed, hands half-raised, ready to unleash lethal force at a moment’s notice.Their auras pressed out instinctively, martial aura spiraling around them like coiled serpents.Something powerful was before them—no, something overwhelmingly dangerous.Slowly… painfully slowly…that silhouette began to take form.At first it looked like a shadow carved out of the storm—a tall, broad-shouldered figure standing firm despite the winds that threatened to tear the world apart. \Then came the glow: two blue eyes, bright as uncut sapphires, illuminated under the streaking lightning.The figure stepped forward, and the rain around him bent, pu