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Chapter 621: The Ghost of the Saint & The Phantom Trap.
No one attended to the two young cultivators.One of them was on his knees, screaming in agony, clutching his grotesquely mangled arm as tears streamed down his face.The other stood beside him in a daze, face drained of all color, trousers damp, lips trembling but unable to form a single coherent word.The bustling gate of Florentis did not halt for them.Merchants continued shouting.Carts continued rolling.Travelers continued presenting identification tokens to the guards.Only a few curious glances were cast their way—nothing more.Eventually, a guard stationed near the gate stepped forward, irritation etched across his face.“Take that noise somewhere else,” he barked sharply. “You’re disrupting the peace of the city gate.”The injured cultivator could barely respond between his screams.The guard frowned, clearly unwilling to get involved in whatever trouble they had provoked.“Move!” he snapped again. “If you’re injured, seek a healer. Don’t block the entrance.”The friend fin
Chapter 620: The Saint’s Shadow and the Shattered Arm.
At the Gates of Florentis CityThe main gate of Florentis was bustling as usual.Merchants shouted over one another.Guards barked orders to regulate the flow of travelers.Carts creaked under heavy cargo. Horses neighed impatiently as their riders waited for inspection.Dust hung lightly in the air, stirred constantly by boots and wheels grinding against the stone road.Just outside the gate—Two magnificent carriages stood apart from the common traffic.They were beyond luxurious.Each carriage was drawn by four powerful equinores—majestic, high-bred beasts with hlack sleek coats that shimmered faintly under the sun.Their muscles rippled beneath polished harnesses inlaid with silver threads.Even their hooves seemed specially reinforced.The carriages themselves bore intricate carvings along the polished darkwood panels.Runes were etched seamlessly into their frames—not crudely drawn, but masterfully structured, glowing faintly when viewed closely.From the outside, they appeared
Chapter 619: The Departure and the Distilled Poison.
Next Morning — Florentis CityWoods EstateThud!!!Thud!!!Thud!!!Blow after blow echoed across the wide stone training field within the Woods Estate courtyard.The early morning air was crisp, still carrying the faint chill of dawn.The sun had only just begun to rise, casting pale golden streaks over tiled rooftops and the dew-kissed grass bordering the courtyard.Servants moved quietly in the distance, careful not to disturb the intensity unfolding in the open grounds.At the center of it all—Oasis of Lunaris and Delvan were exchanging strikes.Not playful taps.Real blows.Raw.Measured.Controlled.Venak, Daku, and Vesta stood off to the side, observing in silence.“Mm… the kid is really good. Amazing,” Venak thought as his eyes followed Delvan’s movements carefully.Delvan’s fists cut through the air with impressive precision.His stance was grounded, balanced.When Oasis struck, Delvan parried cleanly—forearm meeting forearm with a sharp crack.When Oasis shifted angles, Delv
Chapter 618: The Prince’s Ambition and the Shadowless Serpent.
A few breaths after the vessels had passed one another, the sea gradually swallowed the distance between them.On the deck of the Verdantian ship, lanternlight swayed gently as the waves rolled beneath the hull.Prince Aelric Evergreen stood at the stern for a moment, watching the silhouette of the other vessel shrink into the darkness.The wind tugged at his emerald-green cape, the embroidered golden vines along its edges glinting faintly beneath the lanternlight.“You looked concerned about them, Young Master Aelric,” Thasma said as he stepped closer, lowering his voice.Aelric did not immediately answer.His eyes remained fixed on the horizon where the faint glow of the other ship’s lantern had nearly disappeared.“The thing is,” Aelric began calmly, “I recognize them. At least the name… and the insignia.Not those people specifically—but their faction.”He finally turned slightly toward Thasma.“So I wonder what they are doing on this side of the realm. And I wonder whether the no
Chapter 617: The Prince and the Reaper.
“We are really in a bind…” Akuma Muramasa thought as he kept his gaze fixed on the endless darkness ahead.The wind pressed against his face, cold and sharp, yet he remained unmoved.“I wonder… if the traitors were my own blood, what would I do? Would I carry out my duty as a guild member… or would I become a traitor as well?”His fingers tapped lightly against the wooden beam beneath him.“These situations are surely difficult,” he continued inwardly.“But what concerns me more is this—what kind of force was involved to be capable of wiping them all out?”His eyes narrowed slightly.“A group of Enlightened cultivators moving together… annihilated as if they were nothing more than a flock of sheep.”The sea below rolled in slow, heavy swells, reflecting the faint glow of the stars in fractured streaks.“If this had happened near certain regions of Emberfall,” he thought, “one could assume they encountered a dragon and angered it.”His gaze hardened.“But this side of the realm… are th
Chapter 616: The Reapers of the Rising Tide.
That evening, somewhere in Aetheria south of the Kingdom of Frostguard along the vast stretch of the Eastern Sea—A vessel moved steadily across the dark waters.It was not a merchant ship, nor was it a fishing boat.This was a war-grade vessel—long, reinforced with layered timber and black iron bands that wrapped around its hull like coiled serpents.The bow was carved into the shape of a reaper’s blade, cutting through the sea as if harvesting the waves themselves.Its massive sails were stretched high, catching the northern winds,the fabric dyed a deep charcoal with faint silver threads forming intricate insignias that shimmered whenever lightning flickered far in the clouds above.The sea was restless.Not violent—but alive.Waves rose and fell in heavy swells, slapping against the hull with hollow thuds.The night sky stretched endlessly above, painted in deep indigo, scattered with cold, distant stars.The shooting starts moved, half-shrouded by drifting clouds, casting broken
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