Layliasfield

This is not a story of clear-cut heroes or villains, nor is it a tale of moral absolutes. It is a narrative of survival amidst dire circumstances, where the power of Magecraft shapes the era and legends come to life.
In a world where myths thrive and magical forces dominate, a group of unlikely allies battles not just for glory, but for the very survival of their world and its people—because, after all, they are the ones who call it home.

The Corrupted Syndicate

The rabbit coiled as he saw the snapped wrist on the dragon girl but could not see an ounce of pain within her expression.

"Mavislin V Roydon, First Seat of the Corrupted Syndicate's Covert Ops. And what is your name, Viceroy of the Allatrinity?" asked Mavislin as she swapped her scythe to her undamaged arm.

"I am Zenos Galvus, and I trust you're well aware of my titles," the Viceroy said, his voice laced with cold arrogance.

"Before I take my leave, allow me to express my gratitude for this brief, yet entertaining encounter."

He paused, a chilling smirk tugging at his lips.

"I expect we'll cross paths again soon, so do make sure you're still breathing when that time comes."

With those words, he turned his back, striding confidently into the dense shadows of the forest, his presence slowly swallowed by the darkness until only the whisper of his departure lingered in the air.

Mavislin watched Zenos disappear into the shadows, her heart racing—not out of fear, but from the thrill of encountering such a formidable warrior. Where others might have trembled in his presence, she felt a rush of exhilaration.

His movements were fluid, and calculated, each strike filled with precision and power that spoke volumes of his skill. Far from being intimidated, she found herself entranced by the sheer mastery he displayed in combat.

It was rare for her to meet someone who could match her fervor on the battlefield, and instead of dread, there was an eager anticipation growing within her. The idea of clashing with Zenos, testing herself against his prowess, lit a fire in her veins.

She wasn't scared; she was excited. The thought of facing him again, not as a fleeting enemy but in a full-blown battle, sent a fierce grin spreading across her face.

If anything, this encounter only fueled her desire to meet him again—this time, ready to challenge him head-on. She also feels that Zenos feels the same way.

Mattheos attempted to chase but was stopped by Mavislin's scythe.

"You and I both know you don't stand a chance against him… That dagger was dipped in my guardian's poison and he took it out like it was another thorn."

"I think we might be biting a bit more than we could chew," explained Mavislin as her gaze refused to meet Matt's and kept her scythe.

It had been almost two years since Matt teamed up with Mavislin for her missions, but this was the first time he saw her trembling like this. He let out a quiet sigh and let his mana flow into his hand, channeling it gently into her broken wrist, soothing the injury.

Seeing her so unnervingly quiet sent a chill through him. The silence gnawed at Matt as he focused on healing her, his ears twitching uneasily with every second that passed.

"You said you've faced him before, right? Was it before or after we started working together?" Mavislin asked, rotating her wrist to test it, her voice carrying a hint of tension.