Not many Gunners would even think of raiding a dungeon haunted by spirits, and the only way some mage would take on this perilous task was if he was backed by a priest or cleric.Ezra, however, had no one else to rely upon. His previous encounter with the Banshee had taught Ezra just how tricky it was to deal with spirits since they were immune to physical attacks. But this time, he had come prepared.Instead of heeding the ominous warning and turning back, Ezra marched forward through the iron doorway and headed for the confinement block.The Power Crystals floating overhead flickered anxiously as Ezra traversed the dimly lit path flanked by empty prison cells on each side.A few old skeletons covered in cobwebs gazed from the dark corners, their bony arms still shackled to the walls and their backs hunched in despair. Some of their more fortunate kinsmen could be seen clutching the rusty bars with their skulls pressed against the locked iron doors. Ezra continued walking, his eyes

The letter was addressed to Ezra and written in Lady Fiona’s trembling hand, suggesting the severity of her illness.Dear Son,If you have found this letter, it means I am no longer by your side. But do not despair, for your father will guide you toward the right path, and your dear sister shall always care for you in my absence.My dearest Ezra, it has been a great joy to raise you, and I shall always cherish those fond memories. You came into my life like a gift from heaven, and I have always loved you more than life itself. Even though I won’t get to see you grow up into a fine young man, I know you will make us proud. And when you become the best Gunner in Valaria, I hope you remember your dear mother.There are a million words in my heart, but perhaps some things are better left unsaid. I hope you like my little farewell present. Remember that your mother loves you, and you are the pride of our family. And no matter what the future brings, please remember that you are a Romanov an

Ezra could not believe his ears. He felt like he was trapped inside a dream, and the man standing before him was nothing more than a twisted thought conjured by his wishful mind.“You’re not real, are you?” Ezra shook Patrick by his arms, demanding an explanation.It was almost as if he expected the old caretaker to disappear into a wisp of smoke. But the man remained standing there in the flesh without even blinking.“My Lord, I am as real as the setting sun. Lady Aurelia sent me to find you. I replied to her letter just this morning. But I am afraid she may not be able to write back so soon,” Patrick replied in his calmest voice, sweeping away Ezra’s doubts.Ezra felt his breath hitch as he tried to speak. “I…had almost given up on ever seeing her again. Where is she?”“Lady Aurelia is not in Valaria at the moment. Her travels have taken her to the Eastern Lands,” Patrick replied.“Why didn’t she try to contact me? What happened to her after she left Magaravia?” Ezra’s eyes moistened

The royal palace was brightened up with crystal lamps and chandeliers as Queen Guinevere’s return filled the royal household with joy. Servius personally supervised the decorations, rearranging the old furniture and bringing out new ones according to Her Majesty’s tastes.Meanwhile, Aleena and her chambermaid bathed and dressed the queen, decking her in glittering jewels and completing the regal look with a sparkling diamond-studded tiara passed down for generations in the royal family.When Queen Guinevere had recovered sufficiently and acquainted herself with the recent affairs of her kingdom, she decided it was time to take her husband into her confidence.Putting on her soft white gloves and slipping into her extravagant parasol, the queen walked out of her chamber accompanied by Aleena and Aya. They headed straight for the king’s bedchamber, escorted by two Royal Guards.As the doors opened and King Guinevere entered, the guards moved aside, making way for her. King Reginald sat

The queen’s words sparked the sentiments of the commoners, encouraging them to support the Crown and have faith in its decision. Emboldened by her promise, the people rallied behind her, ready to stand united.However, not all were convinced about the queen’s goodness. Some skeptics still doubted her intentions and wondered if she was still under the influence of the curse. King Reginald had tried his best to keep the citizens blindfolded and ignorant. Up until a few weeks ago, the people of Magaravia were completely clueless about the undead threat. But the appearance of the demonic skull during the tournament changed everything.All their illusions of safety now lay shattered, and it did not take long for them to realize that Magaravia was in grave peril. Many had lost their relatives and close friends during the attack on the port city of Cekunia and the news of the demon sighting outside the gates of Avondale had proved without the shadow of a doubt that the undead threat was as