Lucas had long harbored a desire to explore the White Swan Pavilion but found himself inexplicably barred from entry, the reasons for which remained a mystery to him. On this occasion, Lucas found himself in close proximity to the pavilion.The air that morning was rich with the enticing aroma of flowers, complementing the bustling sounds of the nearby streets. The pavilion itself stood out due to its grandeur and size, dwarfing even the residence of the head of the Stormwind family, a prominent household in Jade Valley city.Upon arriving at the entrance, Lucas, with a sense of nostalgia, whispered, "Ah, it's good to see them again," to the two women stationed there. These same women had previously denied him entry, though Lucas was still unaware of the reasons behind their actions. Their hesitation now was palpable.Lucas's reputation had since evolved; rumors circulated that he had slain the leader of the Ironfist clan and had recently compelled the head of the Shadowblade family to

Amidst the stillness of the night, punctuated only by the hissing of the wind and the occasional distant song of night insects, a hitman lurked in the shadows cast by the ancient walls surrounding the Stromwind family's home. His sharp eyes, accustomed to the dark, patiently scanned the area, focusing on Lucas, who appeared relaxed, lying on his wife's thigh in a cozy, flower-adorned corner of the backyard.The hitman scrutinized Lucas, as if verifying the rumors about him. At first glance, Lucas seemed to lack inner strength, eliciting a sardonic smirk from the observer."Weak, the Stromwind family's son-in-law is weak," he whispered softly to himself."Are all the recent rumors merely baseless?" the thought emerged in the hitman's mind as he remained concealed.The idea of ending Lucas' life right there, at his most vulnerable, consumed him. Envy flared within the assassin's heart, coveting the peace and love Lucas seemed to share with his wife."Damn it! Why does a weakling like hi

Lucas hastened his steps towards Aline's house, driven by a longing he could no longer contain. As he neared the doorway, Aline greeted him at the threshold, her eyes shimmering with anticipation, as though she had sensed his arrival before he even reached her.Their connection seemed to transcend the ordinary, marked by a silent understanding that only deepened their bond. Aline, with a swift and deliberate motion, reached out for Lucas, her embrace firm and inviting. Lucas, in turn, wrapped his arms around her with an intensity that spoke volumes of his feelings. The reunion was passionate, their kiss a testament to the enduring connection that time and distance had failed to diminish.In a moment of vulnerability, Aline's voice, soft yet tinged with emotion, broke the silence. "You know how much I missed you, why did it take so long to come back?" Her words, laced with jealousy and longing, were emphasized by a provocative gesture that left no room for misunderstanding.Lucas had p

In the midst of a sudden and eerie silence, a series of wooden puppets appeared, moving with an elegance that belied their deadly nature. One after another, they emerged from beneath the ground, each figure distinct in appearance and aura. However, among them, one puppet in particular captured Lucas's attention.Lucas's eyes flickered with a mix of emotions at the sight, hinting at a deep, nostalgic sensation. This wooden puppet stood out from the "Heavenly Puppet" Lucas had previously vanquished. It bore an uncanny resemblance to someone he knew: with white hair flowing gracefully, reminiscent of a waterfall illuminated by the full moon, it exuded an aura that was both familiar and haunting. It was Arane, or at least, a near-perfect replica of him."Heavenly Demon," Lucas uttered, breaking the silence. His voice carried a blend of admiration and hatred, reflecting the complex emotions stirred by the sight of the puppet.With a wide, proud smile, the Heavenly Demon raised his hand, co

In the serene embrace of the desert night, a solitary house stands as a quiet observer to the spectacle of two enchanting young women bathed in the soft luminescence of the moon. Despite the chill of the night air, it fails to deter them from stepping outdoors, allowing the fine desert sand to caress their skin, offering an unexpected warmth in contrast to the cold.Indeed, they found themselves immersed in an unusual form of bathing, using the cold sand under the night sky. It was a rare and peculiar sight."God, protect our kingdom. Forgive us for our failures to heed Your commands," one woman voiced into the night, her words a prayer to the resplendent full moon overhead.Vadam, revered as the Dancer of Heaven, cast her gaze towards the heavens, her heart filled with skepticism. "I cannot believe," she whispered, her voice blending with the nocturnal breeze, "that this unconventional dance is a decree from the divine. There's a misunderstanding somewhere." Her ebony hair gleamed un