Ryan walked towards the Sunblade Castle of Library, his footsteps echoing through the quiet corridors. The library was a sacred place, containing all the combat books and ancient tomes of knowledge in the province. It was a place where warriors and scholars came to seek wisdom and hone their skills. As Ryan entered the library, the guests who were studying and browsing through the shelves couldn’t help but stare. They were shocked and surprised to see Ryan, the son of Lord Sunblade, walking into the library. What was he doing here? One of the guests, a young warrior, quickly got up from his seat and hurried out of the library. He was eager to report Ryan’s unexpected visit to the head of the Sunblade Castle. The young warrior rushed to the throne room, where Lord Laycon, the head of the Sunblade Castle and a close friend of Ryan’s father, was sitting. Lord Laycon looked up as the young warrior approached. “What is it, young one?” Lord Laycon asked, his voice stern but curious. Th

Ryan’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he turned to Master Thorold. “I’d like to see how my sword compares to the others,” he said, a hint of confidence in his voice. Master Thorold raised an eyebrow, but nodded nonetheless. “Very well, Ryan. Let us bring out the other Channel Realm swords and see how yours stacks up against them.” The subordinates scurried off to retrieve the other swords, and soon the room was filled with the sound of clashing steel. Ryan stood tall, his sword at the ready, as Master Thorold brought out the first of the Channel Realm swords. The first sword, wielded by one of the subordinates, was a beautiful thing, its blade shimmering with a soft, blue light. But as it clashed with Ryan’s sword, it became clear that the latter was the superior weapon. Ryan’s sword sliced through the other with ease, its blade barely even slowing down as it cut through the metal. The subordinates gasped in amazement as Ryan’s sword emerged victorious, its blade unscathed. Mast

The sun was setting over the Flarion family castle, casting a golden glow over the imposing structure. The castle's walls were high and thick, with towers at each corner that seemed to stretch up to the sky. The air was filled with the sound of clanging steel and the murmur of voices, as the Flarion family's guards and servants went about their daily duties. In the midst of this bustle, a lone figure emerged from the shadows. He was a messenger, dressed in the livery of the Flarion family, and he carried a small package in his hand. The package was wrapped in black cloth, and it seemed to emanate an aura of foreboding. The messenger made his way to the throne room, where he found Ravenswood, the head of the Flarion family, seated on his throne. Ravenswood was a tall, imposing figure, with a strong jaw and piercing blue eyes. He was known for his cunning and his ruthlessness, and he was feared by all who knew him. The messenger approached Ravenswood, bowing low as he presented the p

The battle between Master Thorold and the two members of the Flarion family had left the Sunblade family's forgery shop in ruins. The once-thriving business was now a scene of utter devastation, with craters and holes pockmarking the walls and floor. The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and sweat. Master Thorold, the head of the Sunblade family's forgery shop, lay battered and bruised on the ground. His servants, who had rushed to the scene, gently lifted him up and supported him as he struggled to stand. "Master Thorold, sir, please, you must be careful," one of the servants urged, as they helped him to his feet. "You are badly injured, and we must get you to the castle for treatment." Master Thorold nodded weakly, his face pale and drawn. He knew that he had underestimated the power of the Flarion family, and now he was paying the price. As the servants helped Master Thorold to the Sunblade Castle, the news of the battle spread like wildfire through the family. The Su

Ryan stood at the foot of the Five Mountains of the Flaming Sun Province, his eyes fixed on the towering peaks that stretched towards the sky like giant's fangs. The air was thick with an otherworldly energy, and Ryan could feel the weight of the mountains' magic bearing down upon him. This was a place where magic was woven into the very fabric of existence, where rare plants and elements grew in abundance, and where magical beasts roamed free. Many magicians and mages came to this place seeking to hunt down these beasts and harvest their core, a powerful source of energy that could be used to improve one's own energy state and level. But the Five Mountains were also a place of great danger. Many who ventured here never returned, their deaths often attributed to the ferocious magical beasts that roamed the mountains. But Ryan knew that not all of these deaths were accidents. He had heard rumors of mages and magicians being ambushed and killed by their rivals, their deaths covered up