ExSoldierLv99

After a long time in the darkness, a lost soul is transported to another world, and there the soul is given another chance and is reborn as a boy...

In a world of swords and magic, Zaos is given another chance after hearing an unknown voice asking him to protect someone. While he couldn't remember many things about his old life, he still decided to live his new as much as possible. Even though it looked like he was destined to do something, Zaos chose to follow his own path as much as possible.

He tried that... but it looked like the machinations of destiny won't give him much option. Weird things were happening in the kingdom he was born, and before he could imagine... Zaos was throw in the middle of a war in which some were trying to revive the god of the world, and others were trying to prevent it. Zaos will fight in this war while he also looks for the person he is supposed to protect.

The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

The Guardians' Throne - The First Magic Swordsman

Some riders tried to chase Zaos, but even though he was carrying someone on his back, he felt strangely lighter, despite the fact that he saw one of his best allies being killed a few minutes ago.

Zaos moving speed was higher than usual, and he could tell that it was due to the spear Verkan threw at him. Most likely, it was a magic item that enhanced one's speed and strength. When the first riders approached him, Zaos turned around and welcomed them with a strengthened Fire Sword. The projectile exploded and made riders and their horses burn.

Some of the riders had bows and decided to use them against Zaos since getting close was too dangerous. Still, their first volley of arrows never reached him because he used a strengthened version of Wind Sword. When the projectile hit one of the arrows, it exploded, creating a small tornado and hitting the projectiles.

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