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 had barely taken a single step forward when he was abruptly attacked.

It was a sneak assault—sudden, savage, and launched with an extraordinary amount of force behind it. One moment he was walking, and in the very next, time seemed to freeze for him.

Everything slowed to a crawl as his thoughts surged forward at the speed of light.

This wasn't a contingency he had accounted for.

He had anticipated etiquette, formal decorum, the cold but predictable maneuverings of the elite.

He had expected them to be shackled by rules and tradition, bound by their titles and obligations.

Never—not in his most paranoid moments—had he imagined a Prince would resort to such a cowardly, underhanded move.

And yet here it was: Prince Wittman, attacking without warning.

Chapter 249: Wolves in Silk