Thierry_Scott

Klaus had spent his entire existence as a puppet, bound by the strings of fate. However, a miraculous turn of events granted him a fresh start. The remnants of his former constraints smoldered in the ashes of his past. Now, unshackled and determined, he resolved to forge his destiny according to his own desires. No one, not even a deity, would be spared if they dared obstruct his path. Klaus was ready to wield the sword of vengeance and carve his own fate in the annals of history.

The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Not with the peaceful stillness of relief, but with the heavy quiet that followed a narrow escape from death. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood, mingling with the faint, acrid scent of scorched fur. The ground beneath the trainees' feet was uneven—scarred from the battle that had consumed the last hour of their lives.

Melo stood atop the platform, his silver mask catching the dim torchlight. His golden eyes, visible through the mask's narrow slits, swept across the coliseum floor.

The corpses of the Shadow Wolves, drained of their essence, lay like hollow shells. The massive Alpha's lifeless body dominated the center of the arena. Its core, shattered by Klaus's sword, still radiated faint tendrils of dissipating dark-colored mana.

The Breaking Point