2025-09-03 21:45:38Varian countered by slamming one dagger into the ground and intoning a quick spell. Poof! A cloud of black smoke exploded outwards, blanketing the area around him. In that same moment, his figure blurred and split—two, three, four shadowy copies of the assassin fanning out in different directions. The real Varian hid among them, footsteps silent as ghosts, making it nearly impossible to discern which was flesh and blood and which a mere illusion.
Lyra’s eyes narrowed; multiple Varian silhouettes circled her, each brandishing twin daggers. The audience held their breath—this was a battle on the edge of human (and inhuman) perception, a game of shadows and razor edges. One of the Varians lunged and slashed at Lyra’s back. She spun and deflected it, but another came from the side with a low thrust. Lyra stepped back, avoiding what proved to be another ph
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CHAPTER 120: The Dragon’s Oath (2)
Leon barely managed to duck, the wing-blade shearing a few strands of his brown hair as it passed. Undeterred, the veteran warrior planted his feet and swung again with all his might. Flames intensified around the steel as he channeled his mana. With a shout, Leon cleaved upward, conjuring a burning greatsword of pure flame that extended his reach. The fiery greatsword slammed into the winged wolf’s torso, the impact bursting into a spray of embers. The creature howled in pain and was knocked back, scrabbling to regain balance as scorch marks singed its corrupted hide.High above, a second wolf-beast circled, then dove toward the center of Ethan’s formation where the robed mages marched. Princess Fu Rong saw the threat from her position near the vanguard. Her eyes flashed with determination. Gripping her carved phoenix-head staff, she stoo
CHAPTER 119: The Dragon’s Oath (1)
Morning light poured into Carosso’s council chamber the day after the Grand Arena’s spectacular exhibition. Emperor Ethan sat at the head of the table, clad in his royal black and gold. Princess Fu Rong of Yanling stood opposite him, her bright-red gown catching the sunlight, and at her side were Liuyue and Leon—loyal companions from Yanling. Celestia, Ethan’s ever-present dark-winged guardian, lingered just behind his throne with arms crossed. A hush fell as Ethan rose, golden eyes sweeping over those assembled.“With yesterday’s victory in the arena, our alliance is nearly sealed,” Ethan declared, voice resonant and calm. “Yet one task remains. Yanling is threatened by Shuanglin. The safety of Yanling is our responsibility as well. I will personally lead our armies to Yanling and help repel Shuanglin&r
CHAPTER 118: Moonlit Resolve
That night, the Carosso royal palace was quiet, its halls lit by gentle luminescence of moonlight and the occasional mage-light lamp. In one of the opulent guest chambers, Princess Fu Rong paced back and forth, unable to sleep. The elation of the arena’s excitement had worn off, and reality was pressing in on her once more. Tomorrow was the day she would sit down with Emperor Ethan and Empress-Consort Celestia (for Celestia’s influence was evident) to finalize the alliance agreement between Yanling and Carosso. Everything she had worked for hinged on those negotiations.Fu Rong paused by a window, looking out at the foreign yet beautiful cityscape of Carosso under the night sky. She clasped her hands together tightly. “We should have secured the alliance today itself,” she whispered to the empty room, voicing her worry aloud. There was a tremor in her usually confident voice. The delay—enjoyable as it was
CHAPTER 117: Promotion (9)
Lyssandra struck first this time, unleashing her ultimate technique. She crossed her twin swords over her chest and closed her eyes briefly. When they opened, they shone with a burning red light, and an image of a great wolf’s head flickered behind her—an avatar of war. “Blazing Fang!” she cried, springing forward with blinding speed. Her swords cut through the air so rapidly they ignited, trailing fire. The twin slashes, augmented by Lyssandra’s fiery aura, manifested as a gigantic flaming wolf’s fang hurtling toward Lyra, scorching the very air as it flew.Lyra responded in kind with her own final gambit. She thrust both hands forward, one holding her dagger, the other brimming with dark magic, and chanted, "Midnight Dominion!" A wave of pure darkness billowed out from her, shaped like a jagged
CHAPTER 116: Promotion (8)
In the blink of an eye, Lyra’s form seemed to ripple. Instead of one Lyra, suddenly there were three, each indistinct and wreathed in shadow—mirror images conjured to confuse the eye. The Lyra on the left and right both lunged forward while the center one remained locking swords. Startled but battle-hardened, Lyssandra reacted swiftly, wrenching one sword free and slashing through the Lyra on her left. That clone burst into black mist and vanished. The Lyra on the right flickered, feinting an attack. Lyssandra pivoted to backhand it with the hilt of her sword—another burst of shadows as the second clone dissipated.The real Lyra used that distraction to disengage and slip back into the darkness beyond Lyssandra’s immediate reach. Lyssandra snarled softly under her breath, realizing she’d been momentarily outmaneuvered. She closed her eyes and perked her wolf ears, relying on keen hearing and smell rather t
CHAPTER 115: Promotion (7)
The air was electric with anticipation as night fell over Carosso’s Grand Arena. Torches blazed around the colosseum’s rim, casting flickering light onto the sand below. The crowd was louder than ever, energized by the two spectacular battles they had already witnessed and the promise of one final clash. In the VIP box, Emperor Ethan, Celestia, and Princess Fu Rong waited eagerly. The alliance talks were momentarily forgotten—everyone was focused on the historic duel about to unfold between Carosso’s two rising stars.By now, Lyssandra and Lyra Vespera had been given time to recuperate from their earlier fights. Saintess Seraphina herself had attended to them in the gladiators’ quarters, ensuring both were fit to fight again. Under Seraphina’s gentle glow of healing magic and a dose of the advanced potion, Lyssandra’s fatigue had melted away and the minor bruises and cuts she suffered against Bragmire were
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