August 8Magic existed long before humans were created. When God created the devil, magic was ocured. The saying "magic belongs to demons" is not incorrect, but over time, magic no longer belongs to the demons. Human greed and reason are the ideal combination to copy the demons' magic to satisfy their desires.At the begining, there were only three types of magic: defense, attack, and antimatter magic. Two of these three basic types of magic were then imitated by humans to wage war in order to expand their territories or simply to demonstrate dominance over other tribes. Nevertheless, only antimatter magic has remained unchanged throughout time. One of the reasons that has prevented antimatter magic from being studied by humans or even developed by demons is the large use of manna; as a result, the magic has been abandoned over time and is only mentioned a few times in history or community stories as a legendary magic.Although antimatter magic is often described as "similar" to defen

Silence pierces the morning. The fog locks the gaze. The cold seeps into the pores, piercing down to the bone. The smell of fish and blood wafts into the nose. Mixed with a faint rotten smell began to smell faintly. The open field is now so crowded with hundreds of corpses. They are curled up in bags made of ruminant stomachs.Anthonius's white horse kept whinnying every time the cold wind blew against its long, unkempt mane. His hooves clashed with the ground and stones. Creating a discordant melody. The horse was terrified. He could sense the miasma emanating from every corpse around his master. At the same time, Anthonius was staring far ahead. Examining each body that has been collected. Just to ensure that they are fully prepared for burial.Anthonius Mareq is a mixed-blood S-rank sorcerer who specializes in magic swords. Anthonius is the Crimson Knights' leader. The young general, who is actually 357 years old, but looks to be about 18 years old. Anthonius is also the only elf r

The bushes block the road. The trees grow tall, reaching for the sky with their deep red trunks like blood, yet barren without a single leaf. People call it the Red Forest, but the place is actually just an area that has been exposed to radioactive waste due to the nuclear reactor explosion that occurred in April 1986.Amidst the dense bushes and branches of trees left to grow wild, the Romanov twins appeared to be engrossed in conversation while smoking cigarettes. They seemed indifferent to the exposure to radioactive waste that still enveloped the area, even after several decades had passed."Ugh… you're cheating!" Zirael said while handing a black-skinned frog to his sibling. "That was supposed to be mine, right?!" he complained. Because he felt dissatisfied with Kael's decision."Hey…Who is older here? I am your older brother!" said Kael curtly.The Romanov twins are fighting over the frog they caught. It seems that the poisoning they experienced a few days ago did not deter the R

The meadows outside the City of Filanesia's main gate have turned white due to the first snowfall of the early winter. Along the road leading to the location of the old temple ruins, a number of salt traders' camps and rows of wooden barrels filled with the best salt Terra has to offer from the Black Sea were carefully arranged at the edge. Under Meuz's direction, a historical monument is immediately guarded with a barrier that is even comparable to Terra's guardian. It is the home of the black dragon, one of the ten harbingers of death that hundreds of years ago brought about a major disaster on Terra.The sun has not yet risen, and it is just now dawning. Anthonius stood by himself in the middle of the motionless, silent meadow, staring at the city's main entrance. Anthonius's expression was composed, but he could not fool himself. His heart was restless, and his mind was a mess. Anthonius kept his fear to himself. Even Anthonius was baffled by the recent loss of senior forensic phy

As soon as they were two kilometers from the shore of Lake Nyos, the elderly man ordered Anthonius and Omar to disembark from his boat. The old man left after being rewarded with a few silver coins in accordance with their earlier arrangement.Thick fog appeared, eroding the limits of visibility, and raindrops fell with grains of ice crystals. Omar touched the lake water gently beneath his shoes. "Blizzard...!" Omar whispered. "Even though this is just common magic, I think it's strong enough to support our bodies," Omar remarked as a layer of ice formed, slowly creeping from beneath his palm towards the edge of the lake, creating a path three meters wide.Anthonius seemed indifferent to what Omar had just said."Why?" asked Omar, who noticed Anthonius's change in attitude since they met the old man who had guided them across the lake."This is too quiet!" Anthonius exclaimed as he pulled the finest orichalcum blade from the sheath of his sword. "Too quiet…," he added."You are right!