Zinvul Variance is a young legionnaire who is an A-list warrior in the proud kingdom of Chamenos. In a world mastered with cherub swords, he gained the title as the scorch master. His life went through a ridiculous training as a legionnaire for the sole purpose of destroying the villainy kingdom of Paradeiso.
The day has come when he encounters the Paradeisian legionnaires in the middle of a lone dying desert. As he clashes with them in an expected bloodshed . . . an unexpected revelation of truth unveils.

Kings of King

 WHY DOES THIS NEED TO HAPPEN? Why, Commander? Don’t you feel what I feel from them? This isn’t good! The outcome of this fight could be more than worse. 


 The air is tight, the enemy is smiling before the commander, and the wind seems afraid to blow in the midst of them. 


 Lord Fritz draws his sword, and snow is now blossoming around him. He has already uncloaked his grace. Just like his nickname, he is called Lord Snow! 


 But the man, the shield of the king, is just standing there. What bothers me is that he’s not drawing his sword yet, and wait, he doesn’t carry any sword to begin with! What is going on? Suddenly I remember our Lord Commander Alvin. He doesn’t always carry his sword with him. I guess he can summon it in an instant. What kind of cherub sword does he wield? 


 “You’re gonna regret this! I’m going to release all of my power, and it’s been a while I’ve done this, a hundred years ago it appears,” Lord Fritz says. 


 What? A hundred years ago? How old is he anyway? 


LORD FRITZ