While Lucas was still deep in thought about the half-coin Aranea had brought him, he was startled by the pavilion master's words."Lucas," she said, her voice almost a whisper, "the other half of the coin you seek is in the possession of the Ironfist Family."Lucas's eyebrow arched in surprise at her revelation. He wondered if this woman was alluding to his earlier admission concerning the Ironfist family's ties to another distinguished family."What do you mean?" Lucas inquired, his gaze probing for more information."I once saw a similar half-coin. The eldest son of the Ironfist family brought it here to flaunt before the courtesans," she explained."Do you mean Lorrick?" Lucas asked, mentioning the man he had slain first. The pavilion master nodded in confirmation.This was an unexpected development for Lucas. He had been seeking information about the "God of Mist" and its relevance to him. The piece of the coin that Aranea had retrieved appeared to hold some clues to this mystery.
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
Amidst the silence, broken only by the sounds of nature, an epic event unfolded far from the world's gaze. The early morning's gray sky bore witness to a dramatic confrontation that would be forever remembered in the saga of Lucas and Mato."Mato, I'm truly sorry," stammered Mato, his voice echoing a mix of desperation and regret. Despite his numerous attempts and the deployment of various artifacts, none had proved effective against Lucas. Now, cornered and desperate, Mato faced Lucas, who was fueled by a resolve as unwavering as steel.Lucas, with eyes sharp as daggers and a heart hardened by betrayal, focused intently on Mato—the man who had dared to threaten his family. In a blur of motion, Lucas seized Mato by the neck with a grip of iron, embodying the very essence of unyielding strength."Mato's attempts to plead were choked out, "Lucas... Lucas... aghh," as he struggled in vain.Despite Mato's frantic kicks and pleas for mercy, Lucas' hold remained as steadfast as if it were c
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
Lucas opened his eyes to the shy morning light filtering through the gap in the curtains, which illuminated his face, now freed from the grip of sleep. Beside him, Aline remained deeply immersed in her dreams, her steady breathing signaling profound peace. At that moment, Lucas was struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, an acute awareness that he had been transported back in time to five days earlier, a serene period before the world teetered on the brink of apocalypse due to the catastrophic assault by the Heavenly Demon and its legion of over a thousand Heavenly Puppets."Turns out he really can send me back in time," Lucas whispered softly, awestruck by the realization that his mysterious benefactor had indeed granted him the ability to traverse the fabric of time.What had unfolded five days later bore the weight of a nightmarish reality, as the Heavenly Demon, wielding its formidable Heavenly Puppets—each possessing the formidable power of a Domain Master—launched a merciless att
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
Amidst the eerie silence, seven shadowy figures approached Lucas, their steps synchronized and determined. Lucas appeared contemplative, devoid of any sense of triumph following the battle. Although he had vanquished the heavenly Demon, causing it to vanish, a sense of defeat lingered within him."What is a Soul Eater?" Lucas murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if acknowledging a newfound presence within him—an enigma even to himself.Arane, having overheard Lucas, displayed a deep concern."Lucas, what's troubling you?" she inquired gently."A Soul Eater is a forbidden technique," Arane explained, her complexion turning ashen upon realizing Lucas had been struck by this sinister attack.Taking a deep breath, Lucas surveyed the surroundings, which bore the scars of their recent conflict, resembling a crater left by a meteor. Yet, the revelation of the Soul Eater technique weighed heavily on his mind."What does this technique do?" Lucas inquired.Among his seven followers,
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