Sword of Autumn Wind

In a world hanging by a thread, where fragile order crumbles under the weight of arrogance, an empire's ambition reignites the catastrophes of a forgotten age. 
Ancient souls, long slumbering, awaken to a realm haunted by echoes of castles and towers, consumed by lust, betrayal, and bloodshed. 
Amid the chaos, mysterious cards—relics of a bygone era—stir with untold power, weaving the threads of magic and fate. 
As the past and present collide, an inevitable doom looms on the horizon, drawing ever closer with each passing moment!

Knights and Magic Wand

However, recalling the moment he had removed the necklace from Dawson's corpse, and the small hole that the sharp, short legs of the gem had punctured in the chest of the corpse, Leon could only silently endure it as an inevitable injection. After all, once he returned, there would be Kovis to treat his wounds.


Quickly reciting the brief spell of Boiling Heart in his mind, he immediately felt a pain in his chest.


The gem pendant's retractable needle had pierced into his flesh.


However, immediately afterwards, the boiling sensation in his blood made Leon incapable of idle thoughts.


His whole body overheated as his eyes widened, his expression uncontrollably contorted into a grimace of clenched teeth, his tense muscles no longer feeling the pain in his chest.


Beneath his plate armor, the young body's skin turned a bright red instantaneously, and the contours of his muscles were clearly visible, tense and swollen.


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