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

He sighed and began to explain his recent investigations. "Lately, there have been odd occurrences where lightning strikes on clear days straight into the city. I've heard from the soldiers at the Thorny Flower Camp that rumors are now spreading from the taverns outside the city suggesting the Cursed Land will once again envelop the forest."


Azeryan felt somewhat helpless. Although the situation wasn't severe enough to cause people to flee, the continuous series of bizarre occurrences were causing unrest among the citizens both inside and outside the city walls, and he did not know what was going on or how to dispel the rumors and reassure the people.


Struck the city? Leon suddenly had a realization.


"I didn't see it when I was in the main castle just now. You said the lightning struck the city? Where exactly?"


In this area, where else could such supernatural occurrences be more expected than at the Mage Tower, inhabited by an Ancient Pope?


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