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

The rough voice echoed through the silent village town, and at such close proximity, within the walls of the large house past the village elder's residence, the night guards were instantly stirred into action, the piercing sound of military whistles immediately penetrating Selva's night sky.


"?" Witnessing the shrill male falsetto shouted by the lady poet opposite, Larian couldn't help but be taken aback.


"Assassinate the lady? What lady? Are you trying to twist the truth?" The Ranger Knight realized the opponent's intentions and angrily swung his sword to close in.


The lady poet chuckled, her entire form trembling, and then raised her Willow Blade with an uncertain step, eerily charging towards the knight.


The glittering azure long sword slashed diagonally, the Moonlight Blade smoothly sweeping past the figure as if stirring a tangle of murky ink.


The false form dissipated into a large cluster of black and purple miasma, quickly enveloping overhead.


Chapter 137 - Fate, Ineffable