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

In the bedroom, Magrina felt the back of her hand pressed by her lover, slightly puzzled.


"Something's not right next door." Larian soothed the young woman, frowning as he propped himself up to sit.


The voice of the soldier captain abruptly stopped.


No more sounds came from that room, neither from a man nor a woman.


But that wasn't what struck him as strange.


Larian turned his head, looking towards the window of his room that faced the street.


The sounds were faint, but he trusted his hearing.


There was a distinct sound of a window opening next door, followed by the swish of a garment moving through the air, meaning that someone hadn't left through the door but through the window instead.


Not the main door? To avoid being noticed?


Was it to rob or murder? Could it be that female poet?


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