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

Dawn had not yet risen, and the early hours found Longka still engulfed in silence.


Within the dim confines of the prison, Leon stared at the corpse in front of him as if it were frozen in time, his expression growing increasingly solemn.


"Leon, this is a wound caused by a spear thrusting straight through from the front. The shape and depth of the wound couldn't have been made by a sword or dagger," Olivia, who had hurried over with her lover, pressed down the hem of her skirt and crouched down to carefully examine the rigid and kneeling burly corpse of Canis.


"Just like this," she said as she stood up, took a step back, and mimed holding the shaft of an invisible spear, thrusting forward to try and recreate the sole piercing strike that killed Canis.


"...The front," Leon muttered, furrowing his brow as he watched the girl's simulated attack, his mind attempting to reconstruct the assassination.


There was no doubt that Canis had been awake just before his death.


Chapter 135 Distant Visitors