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

 “That attack,” Silver haired guy mutters. But he sounds angry. “If it had hit me, it would’ve pierced through your brother, and we’ll be both dead,” he says with eyes locked on Willie. 


 “And you,” he turns to Wilson whose lying on the ground still conscious looking up to him with anger. 


 “You could’ve blown your comrade to pieces.” 


 “It doesn’t matter as long as we kill you,” Willie struggling to talk back with pride. 


 “I can smell it. You secretly using it? Or you’re unconscious of it?” Silver Dad asks. He waits for them at least just an answer, but they just glare at him. “Silence means yes.” 


 He couldn’t cope with the speed. I see the pose of his sword to attack Willie. He’s gonna stab him with force! 


 His sword stops! The Sword didn’t reach Willie’s chest. Yet he goes down to his butt because of the impact. 


THE OLD KING EDGAR