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

Jon sighed in sympathy at the words, but he had to harden his heart and said, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but after last year's taxation, Longka has scarcely any stores left, and it's still early for the harvest. You know as well as I do that all the food in the warehouse now belongs to the Lord.


"There's really no way around it, can you wait? Releasing the stored grain for relief on such a large scale can only be decided once the Lord himself arrives."


"The Lord? You mean the old master from the Farolis family? How long will that take? Some people have already started to faint from hunger," Boli, a grown man, nearly cried out in desperation.


"Don't panic, there's no need to wait too long. Now Longka has a new Lord, Lokhak lives not far from here, and if we're fast, he could arrive by nightfall."


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