로그인Lucien emerged from the ravaged battlefield and made his way towards the clearing where he had last sensed Anana and Anastasia.His pace was calm and measured. Yet his eyes missed nothing.The forest had become a graveyard.Broken branches carpeted the ground almost like they were shattered bones of the ancient pines. Fresh gouges scarred the trunks of towering trees, some cleaved clean through, others blackened by magic. The scent of blood hung so heavily in the air that it smothered the earthy fragrance of the forest.Bodies lay everywhere.Black Wanderers had fallen where death claimed them, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles, their weapons scattered beyond lifeless fingers. Blood seeped into the forest floor, soaking roots, stones, and leaves until the earth itself seemed to have turned red.Lucien's gaze drifted over the carnage in complete silence.Every corpse, wound and shattered weapon… Each one of them told a story.Then...His eyes settled on a familiar face.The witch
The remaining Black Wanderers had witnessed everything...Every.Single.Moment.They had watched the witches unravel into drifting crimson-black embers.They had watched the giant stagger… watched his colossal legs buckle beneath him... watched the invincible warrior crash to his knees.And then… They witnessed the impossible.The being they had believed could never be defeated… The monster they had believed stood beyond death itself… The pillar upon which their courage had always rested… Disappear right before their very eyes.Then...Silence!A crushing, suffocating silence swallowed the battlefield whole. It came so suddenly that it felt unnatural.Hundreds of Black Wanderers stood frozen where they were, unable to tear their eyes away from the empty place where the giant had stood only moments before.It was as though the entire battlefield had forgotten how to breathe.Their minds simply refused to accept what their eyes had witnessed.The giant… Was gone! The very foundation
Lucien stood in silence, his piercing blue eyes resting on the giant for several long moments.The battlefield had grown strangely quiet.Only the faint sound of fading magic drifted through the forest.At last...He spoke."...I didn't."The giant's weary eyes widened ever so slightly.For what seemed like the first time since the battle began, genuine surprise crossed his face.Lucien lowered his gaze for a brief moment, as though replaying the battle in his mind.When he spoke again, his voice was calm, carrying neither pride nor triumph."I was searching for your weakness."He paused…"My attention never left you… because there was no way I could reach the witches while you stood between us."His eyes slowly lifted to meet the giant's once more."Then...""I noticed something."His expression remained unreadable."One of them reacted.""So slightly..."He exhaled softly through his nose."...that I almost convinced myself I'd imagined it."His gaze drifted briefly towards the plac
Then…The witch slowly opened her eyes. There was no fear in them, no hatred, no panic. Only a quiet, almost heartbreaking acceptance.Her crimson gaze never lingered on Lucien.Instead, it drifted past him… Past the blade buried in her chest… And settled upon the giant charging towards them.For a long moment…She simply looked at him.The deafening roar of the battlefield seemed to fade into the distance.The giant was still racing forward with all the fury of a living catastrophe, yet the witch's expression softened with an emotion that Lucien couldn't quite name.Sorrow?Affection?Perhaps even… farewell?Then…A single tear escaped the corner of her eye, gliding slowly down her pale cheek.Then another followed… And another.Soon, tears flowed freely, slipping silently down her face one after another, each one carrying a sorrow too deep for words.She never sobbed, she never cried out. She simply wept… quietly, helplessly, as though every tear was a farewell she had been holding
The moment their formation broke, the six spheres scattered violently.One tore through a cluster of Black Wanderers.Another ripped through several ancient trees, reducing bark and splintered wood to fragments.A third detonated against the forest floor, sending earth and debris erupting into the air.The remaining three exploded across the battlefield.Black Wanderers screamed.Several were hurled through the air.Others abandoned their positions entirely, scrambling away from the witches and diving behind trees, boulders, and shattered stone for cover.Within moments…The six witches stood completely exposed.But Lucien wasn't watching the chaos around them.He was watching them… Every single one.Their crimson eyes remained open for only a few seconds.Then…One by one, their eyes closed again.Their hands slowly lowered as their voices resumed, slipping seamlessly back into the sinister rhythm.The chant returned as though the interruption had never happened.Lucien's eyes narrow
The battle between Lucien and the giant had already raged for several minutes.And still… Lucien had barely managed to leave a mark.His blade tore across the giant Wanderer's arm.Shing!The edge bit into flesh.For the briefest instant, Lucien felt the resistance of muscle beneath his blade.Then… The runes blazed.Crimson light raced across the giant's skin, and the shallow wound sealed almost instantly. Torn flesh knitted itself together before the blood could even properly flow.Lucien's eyes narrowed.The giant swung.Lucien twisted aside as the colossal war hammer tore through the space where his head had been a heartbeat earlier.BOOM!The weapon smashed into the earth, sending chunks of stone and dirt exploding in every direction.Lucien didn't retreat. Instead, he stepped straight into the opening.His sword flashed.Shing!One strike tore across the giant's shoulder, another carved into his ribs, followed by cuts across his thigh and abdomen. Lucien attacked from differen
She immediately jumped to her feet and spun around.Her gaze swept across the clearing… Left! Right!Nothing! Just trees, rocks and more trees.Her brows furrowed.Had she imagined that?The voice had sounded real… Far too real.Then…A figure shifted on the opposite side of the massive boulder bes
Anastasia was both angry and frustrated.The moment the bullied boy ran out of the classroom, something inside her refused to settle.It wasn't just irritation. It was that awful feeling of knowing something was wrong and being unable to do anything about it.She needed space. Somewhere private. So
Now, the entire classroom was focused on him. Every student… Every pair of eyes. Even Anastasia couldn't herself but listen attentively.The teacher's gaze swept across the room, taking in the anticipation that had settled over the class.He could see it clearly. Dozens of young minds hanging onto
The room froze immediately. Several students turned instinctively. Others followed a heartbeat later. And just like that, dozens of eyes landed on Anastasia.Even students who had managed to forget her presence during the lesson suddenly remembered exactly who was sitting in the classroom with the







