Chapter 8: The Mimic Beast Saint.
Slipping away from prying eyes, Suna reached the end of a quiet alley, her aura and perception magic fully suppressed. […]
Slipping away from prying eyes, Suna reached the end of a quiet alley, her aura and perception magic fully suppressed. […]
Realizing the path ahead was blocked, Suna hid in a nearby abandoned house, weighing her options. Should she immediately change
Humming a cheerful tune, Suna carefully inspected the small, dark green pyramid inscribed with runes and eye patterns. She wiped
“Alive? What are you talking about? Hee hee hee…” Suna tilted her head, her unrestrained laughter growing fragmented, distorted, and
Calamity never comes alone; painful misfortunes pile up as if to crush a person entirely. On March 5th in late
The noisy, rundown tavern was filled with the mingled scents of alcohol, food, and sweat. Laborers, adventurers, mercenaries, and unemployed
The setting sun bathed the dilapidated streets in a beautiful twilight glow. Even the usually gloomy and dark surroundings seemed,
“Mm—stop, stop, I’m gonna suffocate!” Tina half-heartedly pushed away, her cheeks still flushed. She hadn’t expected that one kiss
After shielding Althea from the attack, Tina gave a wry smile in her mind. “If I make a move this
Meanwhile, in a wilderness between the inner city and the border— Althea, with the injured Phyllis and Tyr, hid