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

Again, some time passed, and Olivia raised her sword and stopped, looking sideways at Treya, who was soaked in sweat and visibly trembling in her arms. She quickly called out, "That's enough for now, take a rest, and you can practice as usual with Hawk and the others this evening. I think tomorrow I can start teaching you the 'Gun Slash Style.'"


Treya's heart relaxed, the sword that she usually lifted so easily now felt as heavy as a thousand pounds after the continuous long training.


Setting down her practice weapon, she walked to the side and sat down with a sore body, picking up a towel to wipe off her sweat.


After relieving her thirst with a water bottle, Treya looked towards the courtyard, her eyes filled with admiration and respect for the golden-haired girl, whose beautiful sword movement was as agile as a flying swallow and as fierce as a raptor.


Chapter 166: Meeting (Thanks for the Monthly Ticket)_2