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

About an hour passed when the cry of the Stormhawk beside him interrupted Leon's wandering thoughts.


Seeing Aro calling him, Leon turned his mount and flew back into the clouds, knowing that Azeryan's position must have moved.


Urging Death Claw to follow the Stormhawk, front and back, the two beasts soared over the vast sea of clouds, descending rapidly.


Penetrating through layers of thick clouds, they overlooked the southern plain of Scorpion Valley, and the sharp eyes of the Griffin and Stormhawk soon discovered the two riders who had left the Undead Army's gathering area.


Seeing his close friend unharmed, Leon felt relieved.


Observing Azeryan waving towards him, Leon immediately rode Death Claw to descend onto the grassland ahead with a thunderous landing.


It was then they saw that beside Azeryan stood a Vampire Knight mounted on a Corpse Ghost Warhorse.


Chapter 360: Terms and Upheaval