Perspective : Conrad GarnierIn this precarious situation, my freedom and even my life itself were at stake. I couldn't find any loophole, as everything she had told me seemed authentic. However, I couldn't help but wonder, why me? How did I end up in a seemingly impossible predicament, and yet there I was trying to scheme my way out of an inevitable future that had been all but guaranteed.As she confidently spoke of my future, a tiny flicker of uncertainty crossed my mind. Was it just my imagination, or did I detect a tiny trace of doubt in her confidence?Yet, Her expression remained unchanged; it seemed unlikely that she was deliberately acting this way. It's as if she's confined to a certain demeanor, as if it's all she knows.Yet, through her eyes, I catch glimpses of her true emotions, albeit subtly. It's not overt, but rather nuanced, allowing me to assess her mood. However, it's also just obscure enough to sow seeds of doubt about its authenticity.I began investing from the

Perspective : Conrad GarnierAfter we prayed, the air hung heavy with a silence that spoke volumes. I simply stood there, surrounded by the somber faces of everyone around me, my lips sealed shut and my voice lost in the void. Regina, her eyes brimming with sorrow, broke the oppressive stillness. Her voice trembled as she struggled to find words that could encapsulate her disbelief. "Can't believe he is now dead," she murmured, her voice a mere whisper carried by a gust of grief. Her emotions were palpable as she continued, her voice tinged with a bittersweet nostalgia. "I feel like it was just mere moments ago that we ate together," Regina revealed, her words laced with sorrow and a yearning for the familiar. The weight of time's passing pressed upon our hearts. As the reality of his absence settled upon us, Regina's tear-streaked face became a tableau of grief. "And now he is buried here," she managed to utter through sobs, her words intertwined with the pain of loss. Each syl

Perspective : Conrad GarnierMy mind a drift, My eyes encapsulated in that Muriel, at that depiction, the way they were presented, the way those pictures were drawn, who knows when? and who knows by whom?, it felt so ethereal, so life like, that I became completely lost in it.It was like, I am living that moment, as if those figures drawn would pop out of that wall, it was exhilarating.Surrounded by un readable text, in the middle of that moss covered Muriel, were the depiction of people or beings that lived long long ago, in this very village which is now lone and deserted, it was all so fascinating.Now, I found myself eager to delve deeper into that knowledge, so I consciously blocked out the conversations of others around me. My mind ventured freely, delving into the enigmatic secrets it sought to unravel. In that moment, I entered a trance-like state, completely oblivious to any external distractions, captivated only by the intriguing drawings and carvings before me. With unwave

Ustrax is the name of a legendary dragon who lived in these parts, not the name of the place. At that moment in time, the vessel state of Fasnijan' still existed, before the current Monarchy. However, the area now called the city of Ustrax, along with the snow-covered territory surrounding it, wasn't a part of it. It was an uncharted territory, with no man treading on it for centuries or decades. The frozen tundra was covered with towering trees that blocked sunlight from reaching the undergrowth. It was an area teeming with monsters, and leading them all was the legendary dragon Ustrax.However, after several centuries, during the reign of Edmund the 2nd, King of the 'Sovereign of Fasnijan,' his son-in-law, also known as the 3rd King of the 'Sovereign of Fasnijan' and famously referred to as the 'Adventurer King,' emerged. He possessed legendary adventurer skills and embarked on a perilous journey towards the salted mountain. The snowy mountains surrounding 'the city of Ustrax,' back

"Halt," Ikbal's authoritative voice rang out, slicing through the conversation like a sharp blade. The intensity of his command reverberated through the carts, causing a shiver to run down the spines of those who heard it. As Ikbal firmly tugged on the reins of his horse, the animal let out a startled squeal, bringing the entire convoy to an abrupt stop. Confusion painted the faces of everyone present, their brows furrowing in bewilderment. Spotting Kyle slowly approaching on a separate horse, Ikbal's gaze locked onto him with a mixture of recognition and concern. His words spilled out urgently, the weight of the situation evident in his tone, "Stop.... halt! halt!" Kyle, caught off guard by the sudden halt, arched an eyebrow in confusion. His puzzled expression prompted him to ask, "What happened?" Placing his fingers against his forehead, Ikbal mulled over his response for a moment before replying, his voice tinged with a touch of uncertainty, "My wind magic is picking up on