Chapters

The Withered Roots Like a colossal statue, gnarled tree roots pierced the rock wall, clinging to the crumbling stone, exuding […]

A Disorienting Fall The sensation of weightlessness was stark. Wenger and Vick remained calm, while Viyi showed signs of panic.

The Weight of Chantless Magic Chantless magic. Most magic required a specific medium to activate. Prayers were no exception. The

A Touch of Homesickness The moon was so large. She missed home. After over two hundred years, she still did?

A Quiet Meal “Then I’ll just go ahead~” Wenger turned back to focus on cooking, leaving Vick to linger by

A Familiar Face “Lady Emissary…” The man fidgeted, standing awkwardly at the edge of the cornfield, scratching his head despite

An Ominous Premonition This wasn’t a good sign. A rising unease stirred in her heart. Wenger gazed out the window,

The Weight of Power A mosquito’s leg is still meat. Wenger didn’t think 1% was insignificant, especially with multiple units

Reflections on Time and Purpose Even in her slumber, Wenger could clearly sense her consciousness, though time passed too quickly.

A Fleeting Disappointment Vick wasn’t exactly disappointed. It just felt different from what he’d imagined, a slight surprise. As if