Midgard frontier:Smoke drifted across shattered battlements and frost-covered corpses of men, giants and monsters littered the ground. "Join us sir!"The captain of the frontier fell on his knees and lowered his head toward a young warrior who stood on top of a mountain of frost corpses.The Knights followed after him and dropped to their knees. "Please… We humbly ask you to join the Frontier Knights!" Kael’s black cloak fluttered in the wind. Beneath his feet rested the severed head of a dragon and its lifeless eyes remained wide open, as though even in death it could not believe what had happened. The sight would have stunned anyone in the Nine Realms.The proud defenders of Midgard were lowering themselves before this young man but yet none of them found it strange. They had witnessed the impossible.Only moments ago, the Frost Giants of the Ashen Plains had stormed the frontier alongside Drakaris, a dragon whose name had haunted Midgard for decades.They could hold back the

Cold sweat rolled down the guards' faces.Just moments ago, they had been ready to drag the little girl away. Then an overwhelming pressure had swept over them.It lasted less than a heartbeat, but in that instant, it felt as if a mountain had crashed onto their shoulders.Their eyes locked onto the young man standing before the estate gates.Dressed in a simple black cloak with a faded silk girdle at his waist, he carried no weapon, wore no armor, and bore none of the imposing aura one would expect from a powerful warrior.At first glance, he looked more like a traveling scholar than a martial artist.“Did that aura just now come from him?” They whispered to themselves, wary enough not to make any rash moves. Kael's brows pressed together. After seeing the jade pendant, he truly studied the little girl’s face again. His eyes widened. The dirt on her face had hidden it before, but now, the resemblance struck him like lightning.She had his eyes and hair, but the rest reminded him of

The Colosseum of Valoria was packed to capacity. Nobles, merchants, knights, and commoners filled every seat, their voices merging into a deafening roar of excitement.Today, the next Lord of Valoria would be chosen.Yet amidst the celebration stood a lone woman in a faded servant's uniform.Lucy Ravenhart.Her clothes were plain. Her figure had grown thinner over the years, and her complexion was pale but one could see that she was really a beauty.Once, she had been the kingdom's brightest jewel, the daughter of House Belmont and the fiancée of the most talented heir in the realm.Even now, she remains breathtaking.Countless young nobles had pursued her and countless women had envied her.She had once stood at the very peak of the kingdom.Then everything changed. Her fiancé vanished without a trace and House Belmont, already struggling to survive, collapsed soon after.A woman who had once been destined for greatness was reduced to little more than a servant in the very arena wher

Even Cedric's smile froze.A powerful pressure descended from above. The killing intent was so overwhelming that countless spectators felt their knees weaken.A deafening roar split the heavens.ROOOOAR!The clouds churned as a colossal scarlet dragon descended from above, its massive wings blotting out the sun. A suffocating pressure swept across the colosseum, forcing countless spectators to stumble back in terror.Every head instinctively tilted upward. "...A dragon?""That's the Ravenhart Clan's Guardian Covenant Dragon!"Suddenly the dragon let out a deafening roar that shook the entire colosseum.ROOOOAR!The colossal dragon descended toward the arena before coming to a halt in midair, its enormous wings casting a shadow over the entire colosseum.Only then did the crowd notice two figures standing atop its head.A lone man cloaked in black stood at the front, his hood concealing his face, while a little girl stood quietly beside him, clutching his hand.The man's face remained