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

As the behemoth slowly descended in front of the welcoming procession, the gale under the dragon's wings stirred up the earth, sending sand and stones flying.


The Flying Dragon raised its fierce long horns, and its colossal body, covered with large scales and chitinous dragon skin, slowly approached.


Its hind limbs hit the ground, causing a violent tremor. With a whoosh, the dragon's wings folded to make way for its forelimbs, and it crouched heavily, its forepaws touching the ground and stirring another tremble through the earth.


The cloaks of the nobles at the front were lifted by the sweeping wind.


They appeared relatively calm, but younger members of the procession or those who hadn't witnessed the King riding the dragon themselves couldn't help but exclaim softly at the sight of the immense dragon beast before them.


Chapter 171 Count Glade