로그인THE full moon shone above the royal residence of the crown prince in the city of Valgard, casting a faint silver glow over the gardens where only the most trusted members of the court were allowed to wander.Khaevin stood on the balcony, his hands clasped behind his back as he waited. He couldn’t hide his worries after the marriage talk.Until a soft sound of footsteps approached.“Your Highness...”Khaevin automatically turned to the direction of the voice.“Saintess…”Estrala walked toward him, her white saintess robe flowing gently with each step, revealing her cleavage. The holy aura surrounding her made her so beautiful in his eyes. She was the woman he loved that he’d wage war to any kingdom if necessary.“You came,” Khaevin said, his lips twitched up forming a proud smile.“You summoned me in the middle of the night. Of course, I came.” Estrala stopped in front of him, studying his expression. “But judging from your face, this is not a simple meeting. I missed you, by the way.”
MEANWHILE on the southern part of the Continent of Helvaris, the Kingdom of Lumienarwas in disarray as the king called for an emergency royal meeting.King Belrus sat upon the golden throne, his expression heavy as he looked at the reports placed before him.The ministers in their uniform dark violet robe, in line below him were silent. Knowing the reason why they suddenly have an audience with the king at an ungodly hour.There were two portraits rested on the tablewith a label of their names. Both were high-ranking members of Lumienar’s secret magiccouncil, chosen to represent the human race on the legendary sealing ritual.Unfortunately, both were dead.“Their mission failed.” The king&rsquo
AS SOON as Valdrek touched Nesca’s shoulder, the world twisted into darkness before she could even react.The hand to the emperor used his teleportation magic again that made Nesca dizzy. But it was swift, when her feet touched the ground again, she almost stumbled.Nesca lifted her head trying to regain her composure. She immediately noticed they were inside the massive throne room. Each corner screamed luxury for human or demon eyes.Valdrek stood beside her, his expression as emotionless as ever.“Will you please give me a warning before dragging me to teleport?” Nesca complained, rubbing her temple. “Do all demons here enjoy throwing people around like this?"Valdrek glanced at her calmly. “Teleportation is a high level magic a normal demon can’t do.”“Just don’t drag me here again like a sack of sweet potatoes.” She rolled her eyes heavenward. She only stopped blabbering when a familiar figure materialized and his voice thundered.“Silence!”Nesca quickly grasped the situation. T
NESCA covered her ears as soon as she regained her consciousness because of the endless ringing of notificationsfrom the system.[Ding!][Ding!][Ding!]Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared blankly at the familiar ceiling of her chamber in the Black Palace.“What is your problem? Can’t I sleep more? You’re glitching when I need you the most!”For a moment, she wondered if she came back to her chamber after witnessing the Supreme Emperor’s killing spree on that cave.Then the pain in her body reminded herthat she should be thankful th
“ARKHAEL?” Nesca repeated the Supreme Emperor’s name. Why did it sound so familiar?It didn’t take long for Nesca to realize that he shared the same name with the Black Dragon she helped inside that cave in the Cloud Forest.And since she had already met that golden dragon who could shapeshift, could it be possible that the Supreme Emperor and that black dragon were the same?‘Impossible.’Nesca wanted to ask, but she was not in a position to inquire about the Supreme Emperor’s whereabouts. She just continued to act based on his order.“Come here, tribute. And tell me what you see.” Arkhael guided her to the observation deck.From that height, Nesca could see the snow-capped mountains covered in black mist, their peaks piercing the crimson clouds above, as the light of the blood moon reflected from the sky.Arkhael stood beside her, his long black hair flowing behind him as the cold wind swept through the tower. His eyes remained fixed on the foot of the mountain, where an enormous ba
AS THE blood moon rose above the skies of Darantha, painting the world below it in crimson light, the surge of demonic energy was also at its peak.Far from the vibrant Imperial City of Amros, under the ancient ruins in the underground cave in the southern part of Zolheim, it trembled with the echo of forbidden dark magic.Deep within the cavern, twelve figures stood around a massive circular altar carved with ancient runes, surrounded by a glowing crimson magic circle. Their black robes were identical, but every pair had a distinction—the emblem of their respective race, a symbol of their homeland. They represented the six nations of Helvaris.They were twelve chosen individuals who carried the burden of an entire continent as a secret council of high mages.At the center of the altar, a crystal sphere floated above a pool of blackened blood. Inside the sphere, a faint image of a towering mountain could be seen.The Dragon’s Peak.The place where the most feared being in Helvaris rem







