In the depths of the dense forest, where towering trees create a canopy of green, lies a clan shrouded in mystery and uniqueness. Here, in a tranquil realm where silence is occasionally pierced by the sounds of nature, the wolf riders dwell. These majestic creatures are not mere mounts, but are deeply bonded companions, mirroring the spirits of those they carry.In this serene environment, known as Haurnsya, a sense of peace usually prevails. However, not far from this tranquil spot, a disturbance unfolded, shattering the usual calm of the forest with the sound of rapid movement."Faster," urged a woman, her voice a mix of determination and anxiety, as she sought to evade an unseen pursuer.This woman, of striking beauty, had long hair cascading down her back. She was dressed in attire that, while scant, seemed suited for agility, highlighting her slightly tanned skin.She was a young woman, with raven-black hair flowing wildly in the wind, skillfully navigating her wolf mount through

In Jade Valley, a glimmer of excitement spread like the morning mist that enshrouded the landscape. At its heart, the Shadowblade family mansion rose majestically, a focal point amidst guests from various clans who had gathered in response to their summons. The family's power and influence were palpable in every ornate decoration, in the scrutinizing gazes of the attendees. The city, typically cloaked in silence, was now abuzz with activity, transformed into a grand stage brimming with anticipation.On the periphery, Lucas of the Stormwind family sat in solitude, slightly removed from the throng. His attire was simple, yet his sturdy build hinted at a life of rigor. What truly set him apart was the distant, contemplative look in his eyes, suggesting depths and secrets untold."It's really crowded," Lucas murmured softly to himself.He hadn't anticipated the Shadowblade event to draw such an immense crowd. The scale of the gathering was a testament to the substantial clout wielded by o

The young master of the Shadowblade clan was clearly provoking a confrontation. By pointing an accusing finger at Lucas and enumerating his alleged past transgressions, he had managed to sway the crowd to support his claims."Lucas, a man notorious for causing trouble in our city," he proclaimed."Lucas is also an infamous rogue who often harasses the women of our town," he added, further incriminating him.Lucas, however, couldn't recall ever committing such acts. But in the midst of an enraged crowd, his protests would fall on deaf ears.In the center of the tumultuous gathering, the Young Master of Shadowblade stood confidently on his elevated platform. His sly smile was unmistakable, and his eyes glinted with a cold, challenging spark.Unbeknownst to the onlookers, he had orchestrated this scene, playing the role of provocateur in a drama he had meticulously planned."Everyone, listen to me!" he bellowed with commanding authority."Lucas, do you think you can simply escape the sha

They had been introduced earlier, but Lucas was still surprised to see Islode under these circumstances.The moonlight filtering through the forest leaves cast a serene glow on Islode. The tranquil forest, alive with the soft rustling of leaves and the occasional chirping of night birds, created a surreal atmosphere. Lucas, observing Islode in the moonlight, noticed an anomaly."You really don't sweat anymore," he remarked, almost in disbelief. His voice blended with the gentle sounds of the surrounding foliage.This observation was peculiar, considering that Islode had appeared quite sweaty earlier. However, since Lucas had helped her out of her soaked garments, her skin now seemed inexplicably dry and unblemished.Islode stood there, her nudity almost ethereal in the moonlight, but Lucas was more intrigued by this oddity than her appearance."I have a strange condition," Islode confided in Lucas, who had become her unexpected ally.She paused thoughtfully, as if choosing her words c

In the midst of the blazing sun that enveloped the dense forest, Lucas was visibly shaking, whether from fear or feigned weakness was unclear."Lcuas, you finally feel the fear?" Lorrick teased with a smirk."So you're afraid of dying too, Lucas?" Lorrick taunted again. However, his mocking was short-lived, as Lucas' trembling was swiftly replaced by a confident smile."You think you've won, Lorrick?" Lucas' voice echoed through the forest, challenging.The two men locked eyes, a silent battle of wills ensuing."Heh, still playing tough, Lucas? No one will save you," Lorrick declared, raising the artefact he held.The artefact, gripped tightly in Lorrick's hand, was the source of Lucas' current weakness. It had drained all of Lucas' inner strength, leaving him temporarily unable to access his powers.Yet, Lucas stepped forward, his stride exuding confidence. "You think by taking away my inner strength, I'll be defeated?" His laugh, sinister and mocking, reverberated amongst the trees,