Hilda’s face turned pale, trembling with anger as the truth sank in. She had never imagined that Amelia and her sons would stoop so low as to send assassins after Aaron. Roman fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. “Aaron, please… forgive my mother and brother.” Aaron’s gaze was cold, merciless. “No. If you love them so much, then I’ll kill you along with them.” The words froze the air. Amelia’s body betrayed her, she wet herself in terror. Rokan’s face drained of color. Roman, desperate, snatched a dagger and lunged at Aaron with a twisted expression, hoping to strike him down.“Aaron!” Hilda screamed in panic.But the dagger never reached its mark. It clattered against an invisible wall, no matter how Roman pressed forward. His strength was useless. He dropped the weapon, his face pale. “You…” he whispered in disbelief.Aaron’s voice was cold as steel. “Roman, you were a good son. I thought of sparing you. But you made the mistake of attacking me.”Amelia stamme

Dark Faction – The Lich’s Command Zohona knelt before Domoka, the undead lich whose entire body had long since transformed into bone and shadow. Beside him sat a female skeleton, his lover, Jane her hollow sockets glowing faintly with blue fire.Domoka’s eyes burned with twin flames, his voice hoarse and chilling. “So, you abandoned the attack on the Light Faction… for a mere prophecy?”Zohona’s face turned pale. Jane leaned forward, her voice shrill and eerie. “My love, hand him to me. I would delight in tearing out a few of his bones to summon the great demon from hell.”Her sockets flickered with blue flames as she spoke.Zohona trembled, then confessed quickly. “Lord Domoka… one of our spies in the Holy City witnessed a flying vehicle hovering in the sky before vanishing. Soon after, four Tier Six leaders from four factions gathered to discuss it. But then… a young girl appeared before them and revealed the truth that they had consumed Lord Makaret’s flesh and the souls of their

Aaron’s gaze was cold, his voice sharp. “Move aside. I don’t have time to waste on you people.”The soldiers stiffened, but before they could act, Lucia River stepped forward. Her tone was sweet, her presence commanding. “Aaron… are you the wizard who challenged Duke Alaric and walked away without a scratch?”Aaron did not answer. He simply walked past her, his stride calm and unyielding.Inside her veil, Lucia’s expression shifted. For the first time in her life, someone had dared to ignore her, a princess of Riverbend, feared and revered. The sensation was strange, almost intoxicating. This defiance was a completely new feeling, one that stirred both irritation and fascination deep within her.The guards exchanged uneasy glances, unsure whether to intervene. The two Golden Knights watched silently, their eyes narrowing as they measured Aaron’s power. Lucia, however, felt her heart quicken. No one has ever dismissed me so easily… perhaps this man is truly different.Aaron’s voice wa

Aaron left the castle without looking back. Lucia, undeterred by his rejection, felt her heart ignite with determination. Adventure awaited, and she would chase it. Turning to Agor, she declared, “Master Agor, please take care of my brother. I am going with them to their territory. I will train myself to become a wizard.”Before anyone could stop her, she rushed after AaronAgor and Gorg exchanged helpless glances.Koras, pale but calm, spoke softly. “Let my sister go. Perhaps it is time she pursued what she truly desires. I will explain everything to Father when I return to Riverbend City.”He added, “Master Agor or Master Gorg, one of you should accompany her, just in case.”Gorg hesitated, then bowed his head. “Very well, Prince Koras. I will do my best to protect the Princess.”He exchanged a look with Agor, then hurried after Lucia.The group soon found themselves aboard a boat cutting swiftly across the waves. Aaron stood at the bow, gazing at the endless horizon, the salty wind

Bloodiene, still in Mosten City, was stunned by the explosive news. She longed to verify it but lacked the courage.Meanwhile, Aaron turned to Duke Alaric, his voice calm but sharp. “Are you coming with me, or shall I take action?”Alaric’s face twisted into a miserable smile. “I will go with you. Just… don’t harm my family.”Aaron nodded. “No problem. I have no enmity with them.”He glanced at Hilda. “Miss Hilda, let’s go.”City Centre Curiosity rippled through the crowd as they saw Duke Alaric following Aaron and Hilda. Whispers spread quickly.Aaron stopped in the square, his voice soft yet carrying clearly to all. “A month ago, Duke Alaric told me I was the son of a slave. He barred me from his daughter’s marriage ceremony, drove me out, and gave me a single day to leave Starfall City.”The crowd murmured:“Aaron… I know that name. He was famous not long ago."“Exactly. I heard he killed many undead during the invasion.”“Yes, but later his identity was exposed, and he vanished.