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

Azeryan pressed the undead knight hard into the ground with his spear, watching as the attendant's battle axe was about to behead it, when he felt his grip loosen, and the monster dissolved into a mist of blood.


The axe blade struck the ground, numbing the attendant's hands. Azeryan quickly turned around, leaning against its back to prevent another unexpected stab from behind.


In just an instant, the army's battle formation was thrown into chaos by the swift undead monsters. The Blood Mist Knights, appearing and disappearing without a trace, and the wraiths emerging from invisibility dragged the soldiers to the ground.


Only the light of the Holy Light constantly emanating from the center of the formation could barely dispel the nightmare-like shadows of the undead.


The screams wore down the warriors' will to fight, and more and more fell in the bloody battle.


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