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

Miss Lola quietly listened to the other's self-narrative, her thoughtful gaze drifting unfocused across the room's paintings.


"...So, on the star body you hail from, have you ever heard the names 'Illaril' or 'Mosela'?"


Leon was puzzled by Lola's question and could only shake his head, "There are indeed religions and mythologies in my homeland similar to the Holy Sun Sect, but they are definitely different from the beliefs on the Western Continent. 


I also have not heard of the names Illaril and Mosela being revered anywhere in the world... but I cannot guarantee it; after all, in my previous life, I was just a small city-dweller, not a scholar versed in numerous texts."


"..." Lola didn't seem hung up on this.


She shifted her gaze away from the portrait on the wall and smiled gently at Leon, bringing the topic to a close.


"You must have other business in coming here, right? Planning to fleece me for something else?"


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