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

"Ha" "Ha" "Ha" "Damn it… Just stay still…" "Let me punch you once"

Nyra was throwing down punches over and over as Azzy was evading them skillfully.

"C'mon, you can do better, Nyra." "You haven't hit your limit. Why are you slowing down?" "You are in Tier-70. You cannot depend on energy techniques, which are constantly consumed." Mages who can't punch are cowards. C'mon, be a brave girl." "Punching someone feels more satisfying compared to slashing them with a sword or using some kind of energy technique."

"If you want to use it, just concentrate on your hands and legs." "Increase your speed. Don't slow down." "Remember our bet? Strike me once and I will be your servant for a day."

Azzy moved smoothly like wind, evading her rapid punches; never once did he strike her back but simply provoke her with encouraging words, although for her, it felt like he was toying around with her.

Adam, the son of God