A bead of sweat trickled down Sia's temple, a cold shiver running down her spine as she relived that night of utter devastation. The memory of the Blue Tower branch in Wizard City, once a bastion of arcane knowledge and power, reduced to rubble by a single, seemingly unassuming individual, still sent a tremor of fear through her.The magic Ethan had wielded that night was unlike anything she had ever encountered. A Grand Domain, a feat of mastery that amplified his elemental spells to unimaginable levels. And woven into this tapestry of raw power was a subtle yet devastating thread of gravity magic. The sheer force of Ethan's gravity manipulation had crippled the mages of the Blue Tower, rendering them helpless, their magic choked and stifled.Even her brother, a powerful mage in his own right, who possessed his domain, had been utterly outclassed. The memory of his struggle, his desperate attempts to break free from Ethan's suffocating grip, was a painful one.Sia found herself lost
"Roland," I began, my voice carrying a hint of weariness from the long journey, "go find Richard and tell him I'll be meeting with the City Lord shortly. Also, remind him to load the first batch of ingots onto the caravan heading to Ice Demon City. It's time for us to return home."A flicker of something akin to excitement, a rare sight on Roland's usually stoic face, danced in his eyes at the mention of "home." It was understandable. He, too, must yearn for the warmth of family after a month spent on the road. And I, myself, ached for the familiar embrace of my mother and the laughter of my siblings, faces I hadn't seen in what felt like an eternity.The thought of my mother, her brow perpetually creased with worry, tugged at my heartstrings. I could almost picture her, pacing anxiously in our home, fretting over my supposed absence. When I had to feign Riel's absence, she would often seek me out, her eyes searching for reassurance in Ethan's form. I would have to offer her hollow c
"Sixty thousand soldiers, by our best estimates," Agnus replied, his voice heavy with the weight of the news. "Sixty thousand strong, they are entrenched within Grand Canyon City right now. And that number, I fear, will only swell."The implications of his words hung in the air, thick and suffocating. Grand Canyon City, the last bastion, the mighty dam holding back the tide of the Beast Kingdom, had fallen. It was a crushing blow, a gaping wound in the Brightwing Empire's defences. With the city captured, the Beast Kingdom's path to the other cities lay open, a terrifyingly clear highway paved with the potential for destruction."Sixty thousand," I murmured. I could now understand, with a clarity that stunned me, how Gislain and Osman were forced to retreat. They had been outmatched, hopelessly outnumbered. And their enemy commander, a being of equal strength, had wielded that advantage with ruthless efficiency. The Beast Kingdom's intentions were chillingly clear. This wasn't a
But now, looking at Agnus's eager face, his almost manic glee at the prospect of me building more towers, I saw the truth. The merchant wasn't exaggerating. There was disdain in my heart as the truth about Agnus settled in. This man wasn't incompetent, he was a coward. The injuries he'd claimed to have sustained from the monsters? Likely a fabrication, a convenient excuse to avoid the dangers that lurked beyond the city walls. While the people of Vermillion suffered, he'd been hiding, playing the role of the wounded victim.The old man was terrified, consumed by a primal fear of death, a fear that extended to the very monsters he claimed to have fought. Agnus, despite his sixth-circle power, was likely no match for those creatures. Age had eroded his strength, leaving him with the power of a fourth-circle mage at best.His offer, his desperate plea for me to stay and oversee the tower construction, suddenly made sense. He needed someone to protect him, someone to shield him from the
"Young Master," he began, his voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, "what are those?" He gestured towards the carriages, his brow furrowed in confusion.I turned to look behind me, noticing that the residents who had gathered to greet us were wrinkling their noses in disgust. The air hung heavy with a cloying, metallic odor that sent a shiver down my spine."Corpses," I stated simply, striding towards one of the carriages and lifting the heavy cover.Beneath the canvas, a grotesque sight met their eyes. A human-like head, twisted and contorted in a silent scream, stared back at them with vacant, lifeless eyes.A wave of fear rippled through the crowd, but it wasn't the paralyzing terror that one might expect. They had already witnessed the aftermath of the beastmen attacks, their streets littered with the fallen. The sight of corpses, though unsettling, was not entirely unfamiliar.It was the unexpectedness of it all, the sheer audacity of displaying such a macabre
And with Richard's ambitious plans for Vermillion City, the demand for gemstones was only going to escalate. More towers meant more power, and more power meant a voracious appetite for the precious stones. The future looked bright, but it also presented a challenge – how to meet the ever-growing need without compromising safety or sustainability.The unique compensation system in Ice Demon City, where earnings were directly tied to productivity, fueled this surge in demand. It was a system that rewarded hard work and dedication, creating a culture of ambition and drive. If one could outpace their peers, they could earn significantly more, a powerful incentive in a city where opportunity was abundant.It was no surprise, then, that the mines were overflowing with eager workers. Even Mason, the city's architect, had been forced to take a break from his grand designs to personally recruit more men. The demand was simply too great to ignore.Mason led me through the bustling market, his
The weight of the report pressed down on Lance, heir to the Ironwing legacy, like a shroud woven from despair. His normally stoic features were creased with a frown, a stark contrast to the confident visage he usually presented. Just weeks ago, the Ironwing army had been the apex predator, their boots trampling the sacred grounds of the Beast Kingdom, their blades reaping a bloody harvest of monstrous lives. Now, the tables had turned with a sickening swiftness. A major city, a jewel in their crown, had fallen to the ravenous horde, and the chilling whispers on the wind spoke of Northspire, his city, as the next target."Drakan and Masashin," Lance murmured, his voice a low growl, "they should still be locked in a bloody dance with Gislain and Osman. Surely, they haven't fallen so quickly.He paced the length of his war room, the polished floor reflecting the flickering flames of the hearth. Each step echoed the heavy thud of his heart, a drumbeat of anxiety against the silence. The
The scouts and Gazelle exchanged glances, a silent amusement flickering in their eyes as they watched Lance. His smile, a thin, almost predatory curve of his lips, held a secret they couldn't fathom. They chuckled softly, a low rumble of mirth that died quickly in the tense atmosphere. Little did they know, that smile wasn't born of confidence, but of cold, calculated knowledge. Lance knew exactly who would fall, and who would be left to mourn."Gazelle," Lance's voice was a low, commanding rumble, "the moment they cross the valley's threshold, unleash the traps. Let them taste the earth before they even know what hit them." His gaze swept over the assembled troops, a sea of steel and determination. "Knights, cavalries, form a wall! Deny them escape! Let them know this valley is their tomb!" He turned to the archers, his eyes burning with a fierce light. "And you, my archers, your arrows will sing a song of death. Aim for the heart, aim for the eyes, aim for the soul!"A chorus of a