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

What met his eyes was the polished silvery steel texture,


its fitted rim engraved with delicate iris reliefs, and even the longitudinally inlaid top was distinctively integrated with the shape of a sharpened sword.


The raised faceted grille visor on either side above the mask's ear pivots, the paired winged embellishments soared high.


Staring at the Gothic-style face helm nestled in the box, Leon was amazed as he took it out.


The cool wing helmet of the knight evoked an indescribable sense of déjà vu.


Holding it in his hands for a closer look, he found that the joint neck guard's position beneath the helmet was identical to that of the Baron Snake Carving Helmet.


Clearly, this was prepared to match the plate armor, replacing the original helmet.


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