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's chest burned. He wasn't sure why, but it did. The accolades, the medals, the applause—all of it did nothing to quell the frustration rising in his gut.

With the number of lives he'd lived, the emotions he'd been forced to endure, he should've been completely indifferent by now. And yet, he wasn't.

It was strange, really. Isolde flashed through his mind like a flicker of light behind closed eyes. He would get his answers today, not tomorrow.

If she was unwilling to talk, then he wouldn't hesitate to use force. Even if it meant crossing Selaphiel, the elf… his grandmother.

While Lugh's inner turmoil brewed, the atmosphere outside simmered with tension.

They should have expected it. But they didn't.

Chapter 147: Courtesies and crosshairs