Golden Wind Requiem Novels & Stories

roared the fuming Lyndon. “Careful, Lyndon. Weir’s body seems to be exuding a thick demonic aura now…!” said the frowning Darkwind who was standing beside Lyndon with his arms against his back. Laughing in response, Ryder then scoffed, “Good eyes as always, Darkwind… Regardless, I don’t have the time to waste on you today. I just want to get rid of that useless cr*p of a sect and take my revenge. I have no business with you, so just stand aside!”

Goldfire drips from my fingertips, sizzling where it hits the stone. "Lily!" Arthur's voice is distant, muffled. The storm whispers in my ear, its voice like cracking ice: "Let us in." I press my hands to my stomach, feeling the power there—not just mine, not just hers, but something older. The goldfire surges, brighter than ever, painting the cathedral walls in hues of dawn. For one terrifying second, the storm parts. And in the clouds, vast beyond comprehension, a pair of golden eyes opens. "Mother," the wind sighs.

Golden felt his body burning as the first strand of Origin Qi was beginning to form. [The user reached ten years old, the world's protection disappears.] [Dynamic Quest completed, giving rewards according to the number of killed beasts.] In those months, Golden killed uncountable 1-star beasts and also three 2-star beasts, including the Fire-wood Tiger and the Fire Wolf, so he hoped for good rewards. [Rewards: Fire Elemental Affinity: High grade. Earth Elemental Affinity: Mid grade. Wind Elemental Affinity: Mid-low grade. Poison Elemental Affinity: Low grade. Bloodline enhancement to 5-star Frost Wolf Bloodline: Complete.]

To me who lived as the white mahò user, Moria, they were precious memories I would never want to forget just like the gods and goddesses I bid farewells with. *“The wind of beginning Will be the wind of the end To every the breath of life Those who perished have saved This power and strength I will offer Erase to extremity the entity greed.”* It was a calm soothing wind for my allies, a wind that will save us all, but to the only enemy who tormented us because of his greedy ambition; it would put an end to everything. To his life, to his own misery, and to the torment he brings.

The wound suddenly burst with a blinding light, as if it would tear his entire body apart. Kael let out a pained grunt but didn't stop. "Kael! What are you doing?" I tried to stop him. "Don't move," he said through gritted teeth. "This is the best protection I can give you." With a sharp cracking sound, a black crystal flew from his chest and landed in my hand. It was a heart-stoppingly beautiful crystal, as if it held the saddest melody in the world sealed within. "A Requiem Shard," Kael said weakly. "It's condensed from my deepest sorrow and despair. Crush it. Any soul that hears the sound will be plunged into absolute silence."

The golden holy energy was like a shadow, and the highly toxic blood hit the golden shield and corroded it, causing the Requiem Clock to wail. Clinton, the tool spirit, was probably shivering. "Shhhhh—" The poisonous falcons all hissed viciously at the death of the falcon, and the sounds converged, emitting a noise so unpleasant to the ear, their eardrums were about to be ripped apart. Claudia screamed, and blood oozed out of her ears. She covered her ears and was unable to hold the embroidery needle with the red thread. Two sounds could be heard, however. The golden beetles, whose mouths were pierced by the embroidery needles, had broken free. They didn’t rush to chase Claudia but returned

All it got her was his cold shoulder and his growing impatience, and then even more tenderness toward Florence. As if her pain was proof she was childish and worthless. Now, she was going to leave soon. The visa approval would come soon. None of this mattered anymore. Even arguing with him in the final moments felt pointless. The crowd pressed in as the photographer called for everyone to look at the camera. Boom! A deep, terrifying blast tore open above them. The crystal chandelier shook violently, then turned dark. The whole banquet hall started to shake. "Aaaah!" Screams, sobs, and the crashing sounds of falling objects swallowed everything around them in an instant.

I thought about all the things that had once moved me, then disappointed me again and again, and I had no desire to turn back. I just stared at the sunset on the horizon. It was as though I were seeing the seven years between Amara and me come to a final end.

"The wind—it's getting dangerous!" "I just know," Kael whispered as he watched the wind accelerate into a screaming vortex. He could hear her cries shift from sobs to a loud, agonizing scream that ripped through the air, echoing off the cliffs. The sound was visceral, filled with years of loneliness, hatred, and a grief so heavy that he felt it too.

she whispered. Laying her slender hand like a caress on his head, her fingers brushed his brows as her hieroglyphs flared in answer, golden and turquoise, obeying a command never spoken aloud. A cracked gasp, followed by a death wrenching scream tore from his lips, a raw, nightmarish sound that the wind itself seemed too spooked to carry. His body dissolved to salt and ash spilling across the earth like abandoned waste. The wind carried his remains across the desert like a message.