WNC 371
The capital of Yulan smelled of salt. The people of Yulan, a nation that relied...
The capital of Yulan smelled of salt. The people of Yulan, a nation that relied...
I stopped Ruben from falling by grabbing his wrist, as he was so startled he...
It took three hours to escape the Wyvern’s territory, and I was drenched in sweat....
Ruben did not hesitate to answer. “…No.” Why? I was surprised by my own question....
Relying on the token given by the Sun God, we decided to return to the...
Now that I had stopped, I had room to think. I wanted to check Rubel’s...
A fierce battle continued. A Sword Master fighting an Ogre alone was something that shouldn’t...
It took two full days to reach the dark, black cave entrance, guided by wolves....
Sharp cliffs, as if chiseled by frost, split the sky and stood tall. Everyone drew...
I watched the first sunrise of the new year on Makrir’s back. It was thanks...