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

The method of delivery was haunting. The words were so cold, so unflinchingly direct, that Wittman involuntarily took a step back.

A full step. In an open confrontation like this, especially one being watched by so many eyes, that was a point lost. And he knew it.

The Prince's face twitched as he realized what he'd done, his composure momentarily cracked.

He steadied himself, forcing his feet into stillness. His spine straightened. He doubled down, clinging to pride, trying to drag his confidence back by force of will alone.

His voice returned, steadier now—measured and regal.

Another step back. Another point lost.

Still, there was no release of aura. No flare of obvious power. Yet the Prince felt it.

Chapter 247: A loaded gun