CarlosDr3vna

A young man sets out to build the strongest guild in existence, crimson blade held close to hip. Scars littered his body, each one telling its own story as he walked forward alone, rejecting companionship, desiring only strength.

Weighed down by his past and unable to move on, this is the story of how a single man led a wave that toppled the very world.

//A chapter a day guaranteed. 3k+ words each. I'll try to avoid info dumps, but it's a BIG world so it's hard to avoid since there's a LOT to unpack.

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Clang! Crash! Bang!

The sound of metal striking metal. The scent of hot sand and swirling mana. An intense atmosphere filled with determination.

Jak and Mako gave it their all as they dashed forward, working in tandem to push Gerrarde back. Katana and staff repeatedly clashed with the Oxuon's weapon, a uniquely designed curved sword known as a Khopesh. With the sole goal of landing a single blow, neither one of the rookies faltered as they attacked their Aramlian trainer over and over again without hesitation.

"That will be all." Ontoki's voice cut in just as Jak was about to strike once again. "This exchange has been more than sufficient."

Aramlian Training