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

Olivia looked at Leon, silent and scrutinizing Lokhak's headdress. For no reason, the young girl looked down at her beautiful dress.


Leon seemed very satisfied with the Wing Helmet.


But these things, no matter their value, were ultimately meant to express gratitude for the life-saving kindness of three friends.


Yet this dress was a gift given solely to her by Leon.


Olivia lowered her face and gently caressed the ribbon at her collar, a surge of urgent courage rising within her.


She wanted to respond, to reciprocate the affection he always poured out for her.


"Hmm?" Leon turned, responding to the girl beside him who was looking down, clutching her hands at her heart.


Olivia's voice hesitated, unsure how to describe the sudden bold action she contemplated.


Can you close your eyes first?" she asked, her cheeks flushed as she turned her back to him, her voice growing fainter.


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