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

In the room of the Kilmerton Fortress, the heavy atmosphere was suffocating.


The faint candlelight flickered uncertainly, distorting the shadows of those present into grotesque forms.


Count Eriv stood with a grave expression beside the bed, his eyes tightly locked on his gravely injured, unconscious old friend, filled with deep concern and care.


Baron Balfe, lying on the bed, was pale as paper, his eyes tightly shut, and his usually firm face was now mildly twisted with pain.


The massive wound on his chest was shocking, as if recounting the fierceness of battle; if it hadn't been for the Guard Knight's desperate rescue, the old knight would have perished on the battlefield.


Magician adviser Master Harvey and several military doctors gathered around the bed, their brows furrowed, focusing intently on examining Balfe's injuries.


Chapter 278: The Returning Avenger