Snowstar

#Gold Tier Winner of WFP26;
Setting in the fictional world of Gaia, where special individuals can awaken certain powers within their souls. They are called Arcana Masters.
Some awaken beasts, some awaken weapons, while some awaken the power of plants.
Some people train to become stronger so that they have the power to protect loved ones, some wish to use it for revenge, some wish to live longer, while some want to be free and use their power however they wish.
Yet, there exists a clan, where the descendants only exist to grant death to others so that life and death remain balanced.
Follow the journey of Azrael Garcia, the heir of the cursed clan of Death, as he forms friendships while facing betrayals, meeting love, and cutting down enemies in the process.
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Note: Author isn't born in an English-speaking nation and has no editor either. So, please be understanding if there are any grammatical errors.
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Author's other contracted novels: War Online, Weapon Seller in the world of magic
Author's other notable works:  The Last Slytherin, The Sharingan Hyuga, Prince of Kpop
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My Soul card is a Reaper

Azzy closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath and opened his eyes while pulling the string.

Unlike before, he was in full concentration mode, not paying attention to either of his neighbors.

Claire, on the other hand, getting the hang of it and managing to hit nine-pointers now. She wanted to strike a ten-pointer before chatting with her boyfriend.

This was only the 19th shot. Azzy was leading by 149 to 146.

Both of them dragged the bowstring to the maximum, and Claire shot the arrow. It traveled like lightning and pierced the ten-pointer circle. It was barely on the circle. Nevertheless, it is 10.

"Yay, I'm 156, now." Claire had a big smile on her face as she turned towards Azzy who didn't release the arrow yet.

Instead, he was dragging it back even more while picturing that there was a bird with an eye as big as the ten-pointer circle.

Claire's three demands