LOGINMeanwhile… The fight between Anana and the Black Wanderers had already begun.The first Wanderer stepped forward with a mocking grin still plastered across his face.He didn't rush her like a man facing a dangerous opponent.He strolled in with the lazy confidence of someone convinced the fight was already over."Let me show you how a blade is actually used."With a scornful snort, he raised his sword high above his head.There was no caution in his stance… no hesitation… no respect for the woman standing before him.He wasn't aiming to kill her outright… He wanted to break her.To leave her wounded, helpless, and painfully aware of how hopeless it had been to draw steel against him.With a dismissive scoff, he brought the blade crashing down in a heavy overhead strike, pouring brute strength into the attack, fully expecting her to panic… or freeze… before the sword ever reached her.He never imagined… That he was the one who had already made a fatal mistake.He never completed the
Anana, however, paid them no mind.She slowly lifted her gaze to meet theirs. A small smile touched her lips, so soft… Almost gentle.Yet there was something about it… Something that made the laughter feel just a little less certain.Her grip on the twin daggers remained steady."Why don't you..."She tilted one blade ever so slightly, its polished edge catching the dim light."...find out what these daggers can do?”One of the Wanderers charged first……Meanwhile… At the very same time… Lucien had already uncovered the reason the towering Wanderer refused to fall.It wasn't because the giant was overwhelmingly powerful. Nor was it because Lucien lacked the strength to kill him.No!...The giant himself had never been the problem. Killing him… That would've been the easy part.Lucien's cold gaze drifted past the towering figure and settled on those standing behind him.That's when the true obstacle revealed itself.Six witches.Three stood to the giant's left… Three to his right. Pe
Every swing of his sword carried absolute certainty, every movement was flawless and every strike ended a life.There was no hesitation, no mercy and definitely no wasted motion.It was as though the battlefield itself bent to his will, and everyone who stood before him had already been condemned the moment they chose to fight.For the first time in her young life… Anastasia truly understood why the world spoke his name with equal parts awe and fear.Why warriors dreaded him…Why the title God of War wasn't merely a name… It was a truth! And that truth… Terrified her.But even that…Even witnessing her father carve through an army as though they were nothing… Wasn't what terrified her the most.It was what came after.She saw it… She saw what emerged from her father's back.Two immense black wings unfurled, each feather darker than the deepest night, swallowing the light around them as though darkness itself had taken form.Long obsidian horns slowly emerged from either side of his
The war hammer slammed into the earth. The impact detonated with earth-shaking force.Dirt, shattered stone, and splintered roots erupted in every direction as the ground caved beneath the blow, leaving behind a massive crater.The giant didn't pause.Throwing back his head, he released a furious roar that echoed through the forest.With bulging muscles, he wrenched the colossal war hammer free in one savage pull.The weapon tore through the earth with violent force, hurling chunks of rock and clods of dirt high into the air as though they weighed nothing.Before the dust had even begun to settle… He attacked again.His entire body twisted into the swing, every ounce of his monstrous strength flowing into the weapon as he drove the war hammer straight towards Lucien once more.The massive head of the hammer tore through the battlefield with terrifying speed.Its passage forced the air aside with such violence that it howled like a raging tempest, while the sheer pressure of the swing
The force of the movement erupted through the forest like the shockwave of a collapsing mountain.The seer's spectral chains struck first.The instant they touched the obsidian feathers, they shattered apart as though they had been forged from fragile glass, exploding into countless fragments of fading light that vanished into the wind before they could brush so much as a strand of Lucien's hair.A heartbeat later, the witch's inferno crashed into the wings.The roaring wall of crimson fire, powerful enough to reduce stone to molten ash, simply... broke.It burst apart against the black feathers, scattering into thousands of dying embers that drifted harmlessly through the forest before fading into nothingness.Not a single flame touched him… Nor a single chain reached its target.The witch's confident expression shattered… Her crimson eyes widened in utter disbelief.Beside her, the seer's voice caught in his throat.The final syllable of his incantation died before it could leave hi
Lucien made no move to draw his sword.He simply stood there.One man… Facing hundreds.The earth shuddered beneath the thunder of charging footsteps as the Black Wanderers surged towards him from every direction.Savage war cries erupted as one, tearing through the forest with enough ferocity to shake the ancient trees.Steel blazed beneath the dim canopy, countless blades flashing like the ravenous fangs of predators closing in on helpless prey.Magic exploded to life.Crimson flames roared… Violet lightning crackled… Ghostly blue energy writhed through the air, flooding the battlefield with a violent symphony of destruction.Axes… Spears… Swords… Claws… Hundreds of weapons rose as one, each poised to tear flesh, spill blood, and claim a single life.To anyone watching… It looked less like a battle… And more like an execution.Yet Lucien remained exactly where he was… Calm, unmoving and completely unimpressed.He drew in a slow breath before letting it escape in a quiet, almost d
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







