Previously, on Sword of Vengeance Episode 42A deafening thud echoed through Kalus' entire being, drowning out the world around him. His knees buckled beneath him, his body giving in to the overwhelming force that had just struck.A ragged exhale escaped his lips, his crimson eyes once brimming with bloodlust, now wide with shock. A strange sensation coursed through him, raw and unrelenting, as if his soul, once lost in the forgotten galaxies of the universe, had been forcibly dragged back into his body. Making his blood pulse in reverse, causing a disorienting force that left him breathless.He braced himself against the dirt, fingers digging into the ground as beads of sweat gathered at his brow. His gaze fell upon the mark on his wrist, trying to channel the ambience of the Protector.Nothing.The mark remained lifeless, unresponsive as if it had never held power at all.A cold chill ran down his spine.Who could wield such power? Who coul

Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance Under a barren night sky, thousands of warriors clad in red armour sat astride their destriers, arranged in precise formations. Beside each formation stood long iron poles, painted in slick black. Their tips, designed like baskets, cradled burning flames. As the cold, misty wind swept through, the flames flickered, casting shadows over the warriors' faces and breastplates, while the rest of their figures remained buried in darkness. The men sat motionless, faces concealed by enclosed helmets, their identities hidden in secrecy. Occasional sparks flew from the torches, dancing into the air and causing the destriers to shift uneasily. From the opposite end, six priests draped in black hoods lined with red trim advanced forward. Their faces were obscured by menacing black masks as they approached an extraordinarily dark temple, its towering peak stretching into the sky. That seemed to exude a dull red light from within, a foreboding glow amidst