KevinMBEUTCHA

Can we really decide our fate? Or is it just a string pulled since birth?
Kevin KOERSOMBRE is a young and naïve boy, son of a village chief, living a peaceful and eventless life. Until particular one night... 
Abandoned by his own parents, and betrayed by the one he trusted the most, his life will turn into a living nightmare;
in a world constantly threatened by the longinus: harbingers of death, lifeforms as ancients as the gods which scare even those immortal beings, wielding an ancient and destructive power: The REGAS.

After being betrayed and hated, after everything he will have faced; will he still save his world, SHCAMERIN, a world governed by the goddess MEETIA and her heroes? Or will he participate in its downfall with the LONGINUS?

THAT DAY I BECAME A STAR

When I go back to the others, K'nor hasn't moved from his position. He is still sleeping like nothing important happened. Willhem and the others have already assembled the bodies in one single place and are burning them.

The smell of burnt corpses is filling the air slowly while the light of the fire enlightens this particularly dark night. I walk to Willhem and Hendrick and sit between them.

"They didn't have tongues so we couldn't obtain any information." Willhem is the one who starts the conversation.

"The last time I saw this kind of assassins was during Nivalnheilm's revolution." Then Hendrick comments as well. "People so adamant to a cause that they gave up on everything useless. Going as far as putting poison in their mouths to drink it in the eventp they are captured."

"You were a mercenary at that time?" I am curious about this story.

CHAPTER 310: HELP