Lady Azaria's eyes glared at Arthur, filled with anger. It was the first time a mere man cut off her head.Never before in her entire existence as a demon had she experienced such humiliation.Arthur turned his attention to Lily. He stared at her as she continued to separate the Sunburst arrows from the crystal. One look at her movements told him she was under Lady Azaria's control. Anger he had never felt before surge through him. He turned sharply at Lady Azaria's head. "You demon! How dare you put Lily under your evil influence?" He raised his voice. Lady Azaria's decapitated head remained still for a moment then a wicked grin formed on her lips. "How interesting," she hissed eerily, smacking her lips. Suddenly, her head started sprouting limbs and rapidly developing a body, reconstituting itself before Arthur's eyes. "No mortal has ever decapitated my head before. Allow me to introduce myself, Arthur. I am Lady Azaria, a demon lord and one of the Devil King's six generals

Irina and Arthur stood side by side on the deck of the ship, the wind rustling through their hair as they set sail from Aerora city. The people gathered on the harbor and waved them farewell. Their voices were filled with gratitude and admiration. The ship, guided by the magnificent flying turtle, gracefully glided away from the harbor, embarking on the Valiant Vanguard's new journey.As the ship sailed steadily, Irina turned to Arthur, her eyes filled with solemnity. "Arthur," she began, her voice low, "let me tell you more about the Watch man's eye and the temple we seek."Arthur listened intently as she spoke. "The Temple of Eternal Visions was built to serve the goddess Amara, the goddess of Time." She continued after a short pause. "For generations, my ancestors were devoted worshippers of Amara. It was our duties to construct and protect the temple."Curiosity burned inside Arthur which prompted him to ask a question that lingered in his mind. "Why was the Watch man's eye h

Arthur's eyes was heavy when he slowly opened them. To his shock, he found himself floating in space. He saw stars, planets, and the solar system drifting past him, and he wondered how he had ended up here. Was this all a dream? He glanced around himself but was surprised that he couldn't feel his legs nor could he feel his body. Arthur wondered if this was all just a figment of his imagination. "I'm I dead?" He asked himself. " Could that explain why I'm an orb of light floating aimlessly in space?"He became anxious as the thought of death crept into his mind. "Damn it. Of course I'm dead. I was killed by that dark elf."Arthur couldn't tell what had happened but he remembered the Draven moving in on him like a ghost. His heart was petrified into stone and his arms and limps went numb as if he was struck by a magic that made him immoveable. Draven must've taken advantage and used the chance to decapitated his head. Arthur felt bad. He was defeated too soon. Draven had used

The Draconia's Dominion was a powerful and prosperous kingdom ruled by dragons for centuries. The dragons were known for their immense strength, intelligence, and magical abilities. They had a vast empire that spanned across many lands and seas.However, the kingdom's downfall began when a legendary hero rose to challenge the dragon king's rule. This hero fought a fierce battle with the dragon king, ultimately defeating him and imprisoning all the dragons within the kingdom.After the hero's victory, the spoils of the Draconia's Dominion were claimed by the hero, who established his own kingdom on the conquered land. For the next two centuries, the hero's kingdom thrived, with its people enjoying the riches and resources of the former dragon kingdom.During this time, the dragons remained imprisoned, unable to escape and regain their former glory. However, rumours and legends began to spread of a prophecy that foretold the dragons' eventual release and return to power.To ensure

King Arcturus's son's eyes trembled with shock and sorrow as he stared at his father's lifeless body lying on the ground. Overwhelmed with grief, he fell on his father's cold corpse, crying out in anguish and screaming in agony.Through his tears, the prince managed to utter broken words amidst his sobbing. "Father... Why... Why did this happen? Why did you have to leave me?"Arthur, witnessing the devastation and despair in the young prince's eyes, felt a heavy weight of guilt crash down on him. The realization of what he had done, of the life he had taken, consumed him. This wasn't what he wanted not like this. Suddenly his system screen appeared before him, displaying Paragon's message:[Notice: First Task. Eliminate King Arcturus.Arthur let out a heavy sigh, his heart heavy with remorse. "Sorry, kid," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "I wish I hadn't... but it was part of the task."The prince, looked up at Arthur. Arthur gasped, feeling a chill run up his spine.