The other person promptly carried on, seamlessly continuing the sentence."But little did he anticipate our valiant champion's unparalleled martial arts prowess. He shattered Brutus' skull like a watermelon with a single strike, scattering brain matter in all directions."Valiant Champion Pearce fol
"Not so fast! You think you can just leave after mocking our idol? You owe us an apology!" the young men persisted, blocking their path."That's right, apologize right this instant! You're not going anywhere until you've apologized!""Valiant Champion Pearce is a cherished figure in the Corynthean m
When Logan stepped into the Pascals' hall, loud applause erupted. Everyone stood up with smiles and gazes that brimmed with deep reverence.Hubert's eyes seemed wet as he tried his best to suppress his emotions, first shaking hands with Logan, treating him as the hero who saved the Pascals."The Pas
Hubert stopped at a secluded courtyard far from the banquet hall and said, "Logan, I'll show you something today."He then slowly twisted a mechanism on a massive artificial rock, and the rock split into two, revealing an opening. Hubert led the way while Logan followed him down a flight of long ste
These men were the four envoys of the Divine Creed—Blake, Ciyde, Anil, and Bert.They were instructed to sneak into Corynthea from Dyaus and had been collecting intel around the Pascals. They had already found something in the past few days and pretended to be performers on this day, where the Pasca
They had lost a capable martial artist!Erwen coldly replied, "Shut up! I make the decisions when my father is not around!""Etiennette? Why are you looking for Etiennette? She's just a weak woman. How could she have any grudges with you?" Erwen was puzzled but had already guessed part of the truth.
Etiennette stood up from the chair, her face pale. She did not understand why these strange people were showing such great respect to her.Her enchanting expression stunned Blake. No one, except the Divine Oracle of the Divine Creed, could be so captivating. None of the girls who had been tied to th
"Nobody leaves here alive."Blake's hollow voice echoed in the crowd's ears like the tolling of bells. There were 300 or so people in the hall—enough to form a drove of indistinct faces. In the envoys' eyes, that was precisely who they were—a drove of blurry collection of ants meant to be squashed.