All Chapters of MAGE WARS: Sword of Solace: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

As the shield rolled on the mud with the teeth sticking out of it, Jericho shrieked in pain. Daito finally came to, getting to his feet just in time before the blast shot the Vurhan's entire face off. He charged forward with a blast of his own. Tyndale reverted his attention towards him which left him exposed to the mercy of the beast. Another swipe of the claws ripped up a shred of his skin, allowing blood to run over his chest. His muscular arms pushed Daito back onto the ground once more. He kicked the vurhan and took out its left knee with a blast of energy, rendering it immobile, momentarily. As the vurhan stumbled to the ground he grabbed its arm and pulled it back up, directing its head towards his punch. The two targets collided, leaving a bloody green stain on the Vurhan's face as it slid across the mud. Tyndale felt a severe force push his right shoulder, blue blinding light whisked past his ear, after a while, a sharp pain accompanied the disturbance. He looked to his rig

Come on, Dai, it isn't that far!" "You're only saying that because you've already reached the top." Dai struggled to reach the top of the tree. As he clung to the hard bark, it continued to grit his delicate hands as he fought to ascend it. He gradually made it to the brink, where they perched on a branch protruding from the trunk above the hedge that divided the garden from the castle courtyard. He joined in, settling his mass on a suitable spot on the massive branch. They savored the quiet while soaking in the scenery. As their gaze was drawn to the castle, the back door flew open, and someone emerged from inside. He lingered by the door for a moment, as if expecting someone. Drom could tell who he was even from afar; he was the physician who was always around the castle, looking after his father. He eventually made his way down the stairwell that leads to a garden behind the castle. Daito recognized his lean face as he approached the gates. Within his brain, a fierce argument

You gain power from human beings. Arekin created human beings, which means you draw power from his creation, and that is just a tiny portion of his power. As a fellow celestial I warn you, only challenge him for the seat of a brother god, but do not challenge him for the seat of heaven! I once had a brother like you, ambitious and overconfident. He thought he could go against him. I warned him but he did not listen. He is now but a mere footnote, his name was Alestio. Ever since he clashed with him, he does not even remember his time in heaven realm, he lost all his memories.”The Great Link looked into Arni’s eyes and saw sincerity staring back. He knew his words carried no bluff.“And why were you banished?”“If I ever reveal the truth about my banishment that would be the day I seize to exist, so I warn you once again. Stop digging into it, it will only make him more aggravated and it will not end well for you.”The Great Link made a reviling face as he vanished. His visit did not

Daito picked up the dagger, he slowly impaled himself, Alicia watched on as the blade tardily made its way into his torso. It rested spiked for a while before he pulled it out and opened the grimoire and drew an emblem over one of the pages. Soon after Anato Strider, Dakario, the 5th head and seven of the eight assassins sprang up from a teleportation circle. Alicia was further away, from where Daito had appeared. Daito struggled to walk up to them clenching on his chest. The fifth head dashed to him and started chanting some incantation Alicia had heard before when they were in the woods, "I call to you great presence. Heed to my orison and grant me your unfathomable power! For we serve you, o great link, our path to Tomasa!" the gushing wound on Daito's chest immediately closed up. The fifth head had in his hands the chest that was in Daito's room. He opened it up and handed Daito the long cloak that was inside. Daito draped it over his shoulders. The others gathered up around him

While respectful acts such as these were expected to be conducted in the king's presence, the king himself did not like it when people knelt and bowed before him as if he were some deity. He was one of those people who never followed what society expected of him.On most days, you'd see him strolling around the town market, stopping to talk with the vendors for hours. He'd finally end up purchasing something he'd never need. He once purchased a broom and returned with it to the castle, for some unknown reason.For most days, he was never in his castle, preferring instead to walk the streets and go wherever his adventurous nature took him. Finding him in his palace was challenging on most days, but finding him seated on his throne was almost impossible.Word would have gotten out one night that he stayed in a church east of town, and on other days that he was seen weeding a vegetable garden for a children's home deep in the valley. People respected him because of that.As if to test hi