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

They chatted briefly and upon hearing that the goods Azeryan had ordered from the merchants had arrived, Leon hastily climbed out of bed and pulled out the small treasury of the group.


Having counted a bag of gold crowns, he promptly led everyone out of the house and rushed to the village courtyard.


The goods on the carriage had already been unloaded and the conscripted soldiers from Platon and Longka, following Selva's people, went to the empty houses in the village that had been prepared in advance to settle down for rest.


Leon exchanged a few polite words with Azeryan, briefly explained about his hair and eye color, confirmed the goods were correct, and then cheerfully paid off the merchants, allowing those eager to return home to depart.


"These days have been hard on you," Leon said as he watched the caravan leave the village, turning back to express his gratitude to his companions.


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