Re_Arts

In a world where magic rules and human nations fight to survive, a 14-year-old stowaway finds himself thrust onto the frontlines of war. With no allegiance but to his own cold logic, Lugh is forced to navigate battlefields of steel, sorcery, and shadows. What begins as an escape soon becomes something far greater—whether he wills it or not.



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Gunmage

Lugh cocked his rifle, his animosity seething from beneath his helmet.

"You dare gaze at me with hatred in your eyes?"

Sensing his malice, the elf raised a hand, but before he could do anything, a bullet zipped through the air. A magical shield flickered into existence, and the projectile was deflected.

Lugh stared at the smoking barrel of his rifle, his face betraying no shock. He simply rechambered his bullet, and lined up another shot.

Before he could fire, the entire floor lit up in an ominous blood-red glow. Looking down, Lugh saw strange, incomprehensible symbols and shapes stretching almost as far as the eye could see.

It was a magical circle, an enormous one at that, spanning dozens of kilometers.

They had walked straight into a trap of colossal proportions.

Chapter 74: Two superpowers