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

Met gripped his Magic Wand without waiting for a response and immediately pointed the spear blade, aglow with Magic Power, toward Canis.


"...In the name of Yin Nie, the King of Death, I command thee to return! Sleep, you who should not have awoken, the departed shadow!"


The Magician uttered the lengthy spell so swiftly that the sections were nearly indistinguishable. The counter-undead Magic Technique unleashed a torrent of Magic Power in shades of grey, white, and black, streaking directly towards Canis.


The Wolf Family Young Master swirled his cloak and leapt back to avoid, but was still surrounded by the luminescent magic specks.


Seeing the Magician casting without permission, Trosa furiously reprimanded, "Presumptuous! Cease at once!"


All the Lords in the tent instantly stood, their Knights of Valor behind them drawing swords, ready to seize the audacious Magician at the general's command.


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