Aliast

The lights inside the train flickered, and Heon was suddenly alone, saved from a dead body missing an arm and a mysterious cloaked man. 

He was trapped in the train running circle. A loop without a stop. 

The mysterious cloaked man proposed a deal. He would stop the train for Heon, but only after retrieving a missing key in the other realm. 

Accepting it, Heon woke up with a newly-attached black hand formerly belonged to the dead body on the train. He was teleported to a world of magic and sword. One where the most powerful king was murdered, and the blood-thirsty queen hunted for the assassin. 

Unfortunately, he found drawings of his face plastered all over the city. 
Wanted: 
Dead or Alive.
Heon Lightwalker - the Kingslayer.

At least, he got Sunny; an alleged murderer slash healer mage, and Azran; a bounty hunter who now stuck by his side due to unwanted association with him. Hopefully, they could survive the kingdom-wide manhunt.

But, how would he find the key to fulfill his deal, when the key was going to be used to release the Great End?

Was exchanging a key to his own real world equal to ending this parallel one?

Tales of the Kingslayer

A loud squeaking noise pulled her out of her thoughts as the metal door opened, a ray of artificial light entering the dark room along with a skinny man in dark leather suits. He closed the door behind him and strode to the middle of the room.


"Well well, nice to finally see you up and about." Marc Tally quipped, giving her a crooked smile she could only vaguely notice underneath the mask.


"Who are you? What do you want?" She asked the questions but she knew she wasn't going to get any answers. She had to ask anyway.


"You'll find out soon enough." He snickered. "Let's wake your partner, shall we?" He added, approaching Heon's chair and forcefully slapping him on the face with the back of his hand, sending her partner's head to the other direction.


Honesty Spell