LOGINThe three Wanderers froze.For one heartbeat, they simply stared at the blood running down Anana's arm.Then the realization struck.She had bled!After everything… their missed strikes, her impossible speed, the way she had slipped through every attack they threw at her… they had finally touched her."We got her!"One of the Wanderer's voices cracked with disbelief before rising into a wild shout."She's bleeding!"Another stared at the wound, his eyes widening as a breathless laugh escaped him."She actually bleeds!"Relief crashed through them with intoxicating force.The fear that had strangled their hearts only moments ago shattered instantly, replaced by fierce, reckless triumph. For the first time since they had faced her, they had proof that she could be hurt.The last Wanderer threw back his head and laughed, pointing at the blood streaming down Anana's forearm."I knew it!"His scarred face twisted into a triumphant grin."All that speed… all those tricks…"He took a step to
This time they kept their distance from one another, attacking from different angles, determined not to repeat the same mistake.Anana watched them come.The corners of her lips curved into the faintest smile.The first Wanderer attacked with everything he had.The remaining three moved without a moment's hesitation.They descended upon her as one, every strike executed with flawless timing, each attack sealing off another path of escape.A sword screamed towards her throat… An axe swept low with bone-shattering force, intent on ripping open her side… A spear shot towards her back with murderous precision.Twin blades flashed towards her legs, seeking to cripple her where she stood before the killing blow could follow.Four seasoned killers!… One woman.Steel came at her from every direction… a merciless storm of flashing blades, each strike calculated to tear her apart before she could make a single move.For the briefest heartbeat… surviving seemed impossible.Then!Anana moved…She
Meanwhile… 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
He wrote a single word beneath the drawing.ADVANTAGEThe white stone scratched softly across the board.Several students leaned forward in their seats. Others hurriedly copied the word into their memory parchment.The teacher stepped back and looked at the class.“Tell me,” he said. “What is stren
This time, the question carried weight. Not spoken casually but rather spoken carefully, as though it might summon attention they couldn’t handle.“She’s really that young?” another voice followed, low and disbelieving, almost unsettled by the sight in front of them.A pause…Then a sharper whisper
By the next morning, preparations had already been made for Anastasia to begin school.Not just any school… But the very academy where supernatural children were sent immediately after their first manifestation.The Supernatural Academy.The moment the large black carriage rolled through the academ
“...AHH…!”Anastasia jolted upright violently, the terrified cry tearing from her throat before she could stop it.Her small body trembled against the sheets while shaky breaths escaped her unevenly, broken… almost painful, it felt as though fear itself had wrapped too tightly around her chest.Swe







