"Very well, son of the Abomarian clan... you've made your position clear enough."Korvan paused for a few seconds, then straightened in his seat, slowly clasped his hands over the table, and stared directly into Markus's eyes. His gaze was sharp, weighing the coming words with a merciless scale."Now, tell me about the urgent intelligence you have."Markus stepped forward, looked at the table, then asked in a calm voice, though loaded with focus."Does anyone have a map?"It took only moments before Ricard pulled out a large map from one of the drawers and carefully spread it over the table. Its lines were faded but clear, as if waiting for someone to awaken them from their slumber.Markus nodded toward Ricard, grateful, then extended his finger steadily toward a dark gray-colored area.He pointed to the Kingdom of Reka, the region occupied by Lorana."On our way here, we encountered a soldier from the shapeshifters' clan. He belonged to the ape tribe..."Before he could continue, his

The air in the tent was heavy, saturated with the scent of burning wax and damp leather, the warmth of breaths mingling with the dampness of aged fabric. The eyes fixed on Marcus were like drawn swords, weighing every movement, analyzing every breath, as if trying to peel away his layers until they reached his core."What do you think, Marcus?" Teris asked, her tone sharp as a blade, her hands tightly clasped on the wooden table, the joints of her fingers showing white under the skin.He lifted his head slowly, as though some hidden weight was pulling his neck toward the ground, and stared at the row of faces waiting for him. He left no room for surprise or anger on his features, only a stony coldness. They had summoned him at the first light of dawn, after spending the night together, shaping his future without granting him a single word. And now, the decision lay before him, sharp as an unexpected thrust in the fog.His eyes slid toward Darius, the old fox, who offered him a narrow

" P-Please, show mercy... "Marcus slowly approached the bandit crawling on the ground, wiping the blood from the tip of his spear on the corpses of the many other bandits whose blood had already stained the earth.Boom!!He pinned the bandit's body down with his foot, then, without hesitation, drove his newly crafted spear,made from Unti Ellter metal and ironwood,straight through his back."Damn you..." the bandit whispered bitterly before drawing his last breath. Even now, he still could not understand how this boy had managed to kill fifty-seven of them while being alone."As expected, the number of bandits has increased..." Marcus muttered with a frown as he wiped the blood off on the dead bandit's clothes.He planted the spear into the ground and bent down to loot the corpse. "Tch! Only four copper coins..." he grumbled with irritation. "Fifty-seven people have only three silver coins and eighty-seven copper coins..."He put everything into his side pouch and took one last look a

The sky was covered with black clouds, and thunder roared above the deep valley, while thousands of soldiers faced each other in a merciless battlefield. The ground shook under the pounding of feet, and the clashing of swords mingled with the roar of explosions. Across the horizon, the two front lines merged in a torrent of blood and smoke. "Taron Kilva" charged from the front ranks, his hand seals forming at an astonishing speed, before he extended his arms forward: "Lightning Style: Thunder Dragon!" A giant blue dragon surged forth, roaring as it tore through the enemy lines, destroying everything in its path. The burning soldiers fell to the ground, and sparks flew around it like rain. Beside him, "Larina Vest" retreated slightly, her eyes gleaming with a deadly coldness. She closed her fingers in a rapid sequence of seals: "Ice Style: Grave Cage!" Ice rose from beneath the earth, coiling around a group of fire knights, before closing in like the fangs of an icy beast, turnin

The sky was covered with black clouds, and thunder roared above the deep valley, while thousands of soldiers faced each other in a merciless battlefield. The ground shook under the pounding of feet, and the clashing of swords mingled with the roar of explosions. Across the horizon, the two front lines merged in a torrent of blood and smoke. "Taron Kilva" charged from the front ranks, his hand seals forming at an astonishing speed, before he extended his arms forward: "Lightning Style: Thunder Dragon!" A giant blue dragon surged forth, roaring as it tore through the enemy lines, destroying everything in its path. The burning soldiers fell to the ground, and sparks flew around it like rain. Beside him, "Larina Vest" retreated slightly, her eyes gleaming with a deadly coldness. She closed her fingers in a rapid sequence of seals: "Ice Style: Grave Cage!" Ice rose from beneath the earth, coiling around a group of fire knights, before closing in like the fangs of an icy beast, turnin