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

Zhou interrupted hastily, her voice sharp and cutting through the air.

"That child is clearly unstable. I'm going to put an end to this."

She made to move, but Selaphiel clamped down on her wrist with a grip like steel, her eyes flashing as she hissed:

"Worst case scenario, a few kids die. We handle it. What do you care?"

Zhou stilled, the force of Selaphiel's words cutting through her righteous anger like a blade.

Slowly, deliberately, she calmed herself, letting her tension due out.

She finally said, exhaling, her shoulders slackening.

Selaphiel loosened her grip, and all three continued watching from the balcony above as the storm below reached its eye.

Lugh's aura hadn't flared or surged, that would only expose him as the real deal. Either way, he didn't really need it as he was already only a few meters away from the trembling challenger.

Chapter 248: A one way ticket to hell