Hello everyone, just a small update for all readers — and indirectly, for the platform itself. Thank you to everyone who stopped by and read even the first line of my work, leaving behind a view! However, I need to take a step back from this platform and focus on the ones where I’ve received some support. Of course, if …

As Noctua hovered above me, trying to heal the torn ligaments in my shoulder, I spoke in a tone that left no room for doubt: “Complete the bonding of the shoulder ligaments with your energy, because I have something in mind. Finish it and cast a veil over us and the fallen.” She hadn’t understood why I said it—her face …

The battle raged on. My body ached. The crystals pulsed. The choice had been made. But I wasn’t alone. Through the fire, a figure moved. His sword flashed like lightning. Galndrik arrived — just in time. Flames danced around him. His eyes locked onto the two Mega Orcs. And with a voice that cut through the chaos: “Enough games, vermin. …

My body was broken. My breath shallow. But I was alive. Barely. The pain was unbearable — not just physical, but something deeper. My left arm… shattered. My right leg… gone. My shoulder bled freely, the wound burning like molten steel. Noctua kept healing me, her power flickering like a dying flame. She was running out. And so was I. The …

Noctua’s voice cut through the chaos. “Stay with me, Promes! This isn’t your time!” Her eyes shimmered with panic. Her hands trembled as she tried to channel what little healing power she had left. Her voice cracked — not just from exhaustion, but from fear. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if she was speaking to me… or to herself. …

I woke up on the battlefield. The air reeked of scorched flesh and blood. Trees burned around me, clawing at the sky, while ash fell like snow. Every breath seared my throat — as if I were swallowing fire. I couldn’t move. My body screamed. My head rang. My team? Shattered. Me? A healer… collapsed, helpless. “Hitomi! Where are you?!” …

The night had ended. But the light did not bring peace — only silence and decision. Prometheus and his team had already departed. Alongside the Silver Claw, they walked toward the Shadow Gorge. No words were spoken. None were needed. The mission had been accepted. Above Krystallfaos, the sky darkened. The bells of Aethercrystal rang out — sharp, sudden, ancient. Something… demonic had …

The tavern had stopped breathing. Voices faded. The fire hesitated. Even the air felt like it was listening. The silver-haired man’s words lingered like a curse: “The Shadow Gorge does not forgive.” Prometheus felt the bell at his waist grow heavier. The phrase echoed inside him — not just as warning, but as memory. A mentor’s voice, long gone: “This is your …

The tavern fell silent. Flames flickered as if startled. The door creaked open. A gust of wind burst inside, snuffing out candles and lifting cloaks. Heads turned — drawn by something unseen. They entered. The Silver Claw moved like a machine. Armor clanked in perfect rhythm. Their presence was not loud — it was heavy. At their center stood a man with …

The cold wind gave way to warmth — a chaotic blend of laughter, roasted meat, and the clinking of mugs. As we stepped into The Magic Hat Tavern, the world shifted. Wooden chairs creaked, bards sang off-key, and the scent of cinnamon, sweat, and fire wrapped around us like a drunken embrace. A red-bearded giant slammed his mug on the counter. …