"Slow down, Gorstag," Kain said, trying to advise his opponent. "Watch your step. It's too stiff!" Kain was trying to guide Gorstag, albeit in the context of a training battle.Gorstag only responded with a loud screech, still pressing Kain with his two axes. His attacks were hard and merciless, creating tremendous pressure on Kain.Kain, however, had his strategy. He continued to evade Gorstag's attacks with no intention of counterattacking. For him, this fight was about testing endurance and agility.Gorstag tried to provoke Kain with his words. "You're just like a rabbit, Kain. Are you afraid to attack me?" he tried to interrupt Kain's concentration, but Kain responded with a casual and dismissive tone.Kain replied in a dismissive tone, "No, Gorstag, I'm just wiser in choosing when to attack. To me, this is just practice."The fight continued, and Kain continued to show his agility and dexterity in dodging his opponent's attacks. He knew that his counterattack could happen at any
Gorstag was looking increasingly angry and frustrated as his previous attacks were fruitless. Even more embarrassing, all the attacks using his two axes were successfully parried by the two hammers used by Kain."Damn it! Damn it! Damn you, shorty!" shouted Gorstag very loudly, letting his frustration explode.Kain could not help but laugh, mocking his opponent. "Hahaha... Alright, Gorstag. I'll end this now, I think I'm starting to sweat."Gorstag who was provoked by Kain's taunt responded with his signature move. He took one step back, then with a steady stride, he leaped towards Kain, his two axes aiming at Kain as if to split him in two."You're crazy, Gorstag! Do you want to kill me?" Kain grumbled, trying to maintain his composure amidst the escalating situation.However, as Gorstag got closer to Kain, Kain quickly dodged the attack with an agile movement to the left. Gorstag's axe missed spectacularly, and as the axe was about to land on the ground, Kain immediately slammed bot
The cold night air came with bone-chilling arrogance. The air was stiff and thick, giving the sense that this night was full of dark secrets hidden in the darkness. The endless dark sky was covered in thick black clouds, leaving not the slightest gap for the moonlight to penetrate the night.Sinners City is a small place looked down upon by many as a place where criminals and traitors gather. Nestled in the middle of a lush forest and flanked by hills, the town has become a sanctuary for people considered a "disgrace" by the Eroth Empire. However, unlike the stories, Sinners are a peaceful and prosperous city.The townspeople enjoyed a harmonious life under the wise and just leadership of Olaf. Despite their tarnished reputation, the Sinners live with dignity and courage. They built their homes among the towering trees, and the sound of the wind whispering among the leaves lent a magical feel to the evening atmosphere.The city is home to the Sinners Clan, a group of people who are co
Eran gently rubbed his weary eyes, stirring from a fleeting respite within the tattered horse-drawn carriage. The aged driver, a weathered soul at the reins, roused him with the announcement that they had reached their journey's end. As Eran gazed around, he beheld the crossroads unfolding before him."Awaken, young man!" the old driver's voice rang out, his gnarled hands tending to the horse's bridle with seasoned care. The vehicle, a relic of its former self, bore little resemblance to a proper horse-drawn carriage. Eran shook off the remnants of sleep, his senses sharpening enough to discern the crossroads that lay ahead."Step down; this is as far as I can take you," the old man declared.Eran disembarked from the timeworn carriage, savoring the crisp morning air. His body felt stiff from the cramped quarters, but his consciousness had fully returned. As he surveyed his surroundings, he realized he stood at a tranquil crossroads. In the distance, a breathtaking rural panorama unfur
With a meaningful glance, Halbarad beckoned Eran to follow. In Halbarad's eyes, Eran glimpsed a reflection of his own pain—an unspoken recognition of the shadows that haunted their lives."Join me," Halbarad urged, his voice imbued with reassurance. "You can place your trust in me. Even if I harbored ill intentions, my actions would be thwarted before I could enact them." With those words, Halbarad moved away, leaving Eran momentarily torn by his lingering skepticism."Quickly!" Halbarad's urgent exhortation jolted Eran from his contemplation, compelling him to abandon his hesitation and follow suit.Eran trailed behind Halbarad as they exited the tavern, venturing through the lively streets of Alku Village. Halbarad deftly navigated the labyrinthine alleys, and a torrent of inquiries surged within Eran's mind. The thoroughfares narrowed, and sharp, prying gazes from passersby punctuated their passage. Ultimately, Halbarad came to a halt before a building at the terminus of their journ
Eran stood at the crossroads, where many people were already hurrying on with their busy lives. One could say it was still quite early in the morning for such activity. Leaning against a massive wall, he folded his arms across his chest, his unwavering gaze fixed upon the towering edifice before him. A sign with the inscription 'Golden Guild Alku' and an engraving of two swords adorned the building.A passing glance would reveal it as a guild, specifically catering to mercenaries in search of the means to survive.Eran adjusted the hood of his cloak and then pushed open the imposing wooden door, stepping into the bustling interior. The air was filled with the sounds of clinking armor, animated conversations, and hearty laughter. Mercenaries of varying stature, clad in diverse armor and attire, mingled throughout the guild hall. Tables and chairs were scattered about haphazardly on both sides.Undeterred, Eran advanced without sparing a glance at the guild's ambiance. He approached a
After weeks of travel through diverse terrains, the contingent of Heirs of Golden soldiers and mercenaries arrived at an expansive expanse of land. Here, the vegetation was scarce, and the withered grass stretched out before them. In the distance, they spotted a city with a small footprint, its external view hinting at an ancient, forsaken settlement. At its heart stood a weathered castle, and the fortifications surrounding it bore the marks of time's passage.This place stood to the south of Alku Village, marking the outermost border of Heirs of Golden territory. At first glance, the small town appeared uninhabited, but beneath the surface thrived a community of iron miners. It came as no surprise that the surface appeared deserted, considering the wealth of iron mines below. Throughout history, two Heirs had made attempts to conquer this stronghold, known as Ironclaw City.Ironclaw City presented the visage of an impregnable fortress, nestled amidst a rugged landscape of rocks, its e
The castle fortress boasted towering stone towers, while its walls, rising to a height of approximately 5 meters, were constructed from sturdy bricks. Paul de Leaf, the stern ruler of IronClaw City, stood atop the castle battlements. The cold wind swept through his hair and tugged at his robes as he surveyed the scene before him with sharp eyes. Archers, positioned meticulously on each side, stood ready, their arrows poised, aimed toward the horizon should their leader require them.News of an impending attack had reached his ears five days prior, delivered by a messenger from the Berillan Kingdom. The letter declared the King's desire for Ironclaw City to renounce its independent status and become a vassal of the kingdom. The initial insult had left Paul incensed, but he had maintained composure, considering that a Royal envoy had read the letter's contents. As he neared the letter's conclusion, Paul was swayed by a final offer—the King proposed that if Paul accepted, he would become