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

After seven days of urgent travel, Kovis jumped off the back of the Stormhawk upon reaching Avalon Castle.


Tekatu, dressed in a simple robe, nervously imitated the manner of Brother Brandon in greeting and salutation.


"I returned for urgent matters, but I won't stay long." Kovis nodded to the two, handing the reins to Brandon who came forward to greet him: "Go and wipe down Xiao An to cool it off, and feed it later. It's exhausted."


Not wasting words with his two students, Kovis hastened towards the Mage Tower behind the academy with an urgent pace.


Plunging headlong into the Magic Veil concealing the high tower, Kovis pushed open the tower door and swiftly rode the elevator up to the library.


Chapter 362: Traveling Mage's Journal