Swordbound Chronicles

The Death of the Castor – Part I

Only a few clouds marred the night sky with the full moon, their silver edges drifting like ancient spirits across the heavens. Stars twinkled like scattered pearls of immortal qi on the expanse of the Salt Sea, each one bearing witness to the turbulent events below.

A cold wind blew from the north, carrying the scent of battle and spilled blood, making the sea which was usually bustling with fishermen now quiet and deserted. The waves lapped against the shore with an ominous rhythm, as if mourning the fallen.

News of the shocking event had just spread everywhere like wildfire through dry bamboo, following the battle that erupted between the Admiral of Udristan and the Great Enchanter Vellenor on the Salt Sea earlier that day. The very air seemed to vibrate with the lingering spiritual energy of their devastating confrontation.

From that moment on, everyone from both sides—the Kingdom of Udristan and Vellenor—was on guard, their hands never straying far from their weapons. They were w