Argis Bulwark

Kairen has known abandonment and contempt since childhood: a father who fled at dawn, a mother consumed by depression who regards him as a burden. In that void, he discovers in his grandfather’s old katana the only source of warmth and hope, dedicating years of solitary toil to mastering every movement. Driven by a dark dream of absolute power, he finally reaches the Temple of Vyrr—a stone altar wrapped in red ivy—where his brother-in-arms Micah, now a member of the Lost Brotherhood, confronts him to prevent him from breaking the Seal that grants immortality. Betrayed in a moment of rage and remorse, Kairen is killed, only to be reborn by the very pact he shattered. Returned to the Erel stream, he finds the world unchanged and yet irreversibly altered: his desire to transcend death has become a burning oath of supremacy. Fueled by a single truth—that immortality is the last bulwark against oblivion—he vows to forge his pain into a will for war, ready to cut down anyone who stands in his way. ——— This story blends elements of origin tale, betrayal, and an obsessive quest for eternal life into a dark epic where Kairen’s solitude is at once his weapon and his shackle.

Naph had a couple of years of extremes. One year, he was trying to chase down a few rats in a desert. Another he was hunting bears in a river. There was a year when he just chilled himself on a beach. His volatile heart mayhems his life. This time his hunt had a different breed entirely. Named Bulwark. Quite the bounty on such a name. The only requirement? Bring the head back clean and without damage. Hunting was a sport. At least that’s what he had learned by watching others. Every adult showing off their repertoire of the dead. His volatile nature and teen years hadn’t taught him whom to show off or not. Bulwark was his first human kill. Yet it was his first insight into what a ‘catalyst’ could do. His survival had been on his intellect earlier, but not anymore. The world responded. He ran. Ran into things he hadn’t heard. Will the world make him another number in its long list of the dead? Or will he learn its truths? Will he know of the unspoken words he hadn’t processed? His heart a volatile entity; the world a raging a beast chasing him. And a few words that he didn’t knew- yet one etched itself in: “Cata”. ---------------------------------------------------- This story is also available on RoyalRoad.com with the same title "Catalyst Cross Lesio" with the username 'alex_reads'. My paypal is connected to it, so if you wish to help out a budding artist do go to my "Catalyst Cross Lesio" on RoyalRoad.com and hit that donate button! Thank you! :)

Sarus Fortress is a titanic bastion of stone, steel, and sorrow—an ever-expanding bulwark built by the Bullard Empire to encircle the accursed island at the world's end. Beneath that island’s ashen skies lie the shattered hearts and skulls of three dead gods, whose corpses still fester with divine malice. From them crawl endless horrors—monstrosities birthed from madness and spite—that claw relentlessly at the walls of reality, seeking to unmake all mortal life. To sustain the fortress and fund the eternal war, the empire long ago enacted the Tithe: a grim tradition that claims lives in lieu of taxes, conscripting men, women, and children alike into the grinding teeth of its war machine. Here, survival depends not only on strength, but on adaptation. Soldiers wield heirlooms that are passed through blood , channel blessings from careless gods, command alien spirits, and harness Mori—the lingering essence of the dead. Through the Bonding ritual that is performed by the followers of the great unison the graft the flesh of the enemy onto their own in desperate bids for power is common place . And yet, despite all this, the dead gods’ corruption spreads. This is the tale of five conscripts claimed by the Tithe—five souls bound not by blood or banner, but by the absence of home. A salt miner who murdered his kin to claim their mori-born magic. A disgraced noblewoman clawing her way back from exile with charm, spite, and ambition. A glass-winged pixie the size of a thimble, who named herself after her favorite animal and chose to follow humans out of love. A disillusioned blessed Apothecary who seeks a purpose as he lost his. A Veteran soldier born into the Fortress who has undergone the Bonding more times than she can remember, all to live up to the memories of her parents. Together, they are thrown into the gullet of war not as saviors, but as offerings. Whether they will survive—or change the shape of the world in their struggle—is a story still unfolding beneath the an unending sky.

This work is now put on hiatus and continued in the new original work with the title "Catalyst Cross Lesio". Please read that from now on. Also the same story is available on RoyalRoad.com with the new title "Catalyst Cross Lesio" with the username alex_reads. ----------------------------------------- Naph had a couple of years of extremes. One year, he was trying to chase down a few rats in a desert. Another he was hunting bears in a river. There was a year when he just chilled himself on a beach. His volatile heart mayhems his life. This time his hunt had a different breed entirely. Named Bulwark. Quite the bounty on such a name. The only requirement? Bring the head back clean and without damage. Hunting was a sport. At least that’s what he had learned by watching others. Every adult showing off their repertoire of the dead. His volatile nature and teen years hadn’t taught him whom to show off or not. Bulwark was his first human kill. Yet it was his first insight into what a ‘catalyst’ could do. His survival had been on his intellect earlier, but not anymore. The world responded. He ran. Ran into things he hadn’t heard. Will the world make him another number in its long list of the dead? Or will he learn its truths? Will he know of the unspoken words he hadn’t processed? His heart a volatile entity; the world a raging a beast chasing him. And a few words that he didn’t knew- yet one etched itself in: “Cata”.

"I am not Good or Evil but sometimes I wish I could be both... because are they not 2 sides of the same coin?". Aavesh thought this before a flash of light appeared and disintegrated him to nothingness... In a world of an Eternal Interstellar War between the Prime Alignments - Law Vs Chaos, Good Vs Evil... was it so easy to simply judge a person without talent as trash? Why must he be judged for his actions, despite trying to only save those he cared about... Why must the Fate of Trillions be under the Control of Anyone? An oath formed within his dying soul and An ancient will awoke... So Time was reset and he was sent back But Something else has been stirred in the Universe when he awoke, Something No Mythic Power has ever Seen Before! When the Final Day of Reckoning Arrives when none can Escape At the Precipice of Oblivion, Between the All life and the Final Apocalypse, Only One Man will stand tall and be the Bulwark against Fate, The Infinite Cosmic Knight! Authors Note: This novel is for those who are tired of illogical cold MCs and want characters to be more memorable. I will try to Do My best to give you something enjoyable! This is My first Novel! FAQs Romance - Slow Type, Will focus more on other Aspects School/Academy - Hell Yeah Harem - Nope NTR - Nope Rape - Nope High-Speed Leveling - Well... yes and No Just read it Guys Also, this novel is inspired by several mainstream DnD Series and is Not fanfic but do expect those elements to interact... I hope you all enjoy a good Story!!!!

When the seventh toll of midnight shuddered through the air, Adam’s knuckles cracked with a sickening pop. He clenched a blood-soaked leather glove between his teeth, watching his irises bleed from amber to feral green in the grimy mirror. This marked his 109th full moon in this alien world—a world where the lycanthropic curse clung to his bones like a parasite, yet still, against all odds, had not devoured the last shreds of his humanity. Three years ago, Adam had been nothing more than a corporate drone in a cubicle, debugging code under fluorescent lights. Everything changed when a subway explosion hurled him through a vortex of flames. He still remembered the surreal moment his hand phased through molten steel, plunging him into a void streaked with violet auroras. When he awoke, he was curled in an iron cage etched with glowing runes, the verdict of his trial echoing in an unfamiliar tongue: “Otherworldly beast—banished to the Evernight Citadel.” The Citadel—a gargantuan fortress suspended above an ocean of clouds—was humanity’s final bulwark against the abyssal horrors below, and a prison for all non-human races. Adam learned to hide the silver wolven markings snaking up his neck beneath scarves, surviving as a black-market peddler in the slums, trading salvaged electronics from his old world. Every full moon, he retreated to a derelict altar in the catacombs’ third layer, chaining himself to a stone sarcophagus. Amid the searing pain of claws rending flesh, visions haunted him: a crown of burning cogs floating at the heart of the cosmos, like a deity’s discarded relic. “That’s the Soul Crown,” rasped One-Eyed Maggie, the fortune-teller, her cigarette smoke curling around Adam’s sketch of the vision. “Legends say it can tear reality itself… but the Grand Inquisitor shattered it into seven fragments three centuries ago. They’re hidden—” Her words died as steam-powered airships roared overhead, searchlights from the Citadel’s enforcers flooding the alley. The first corpse appeared the night Adam infiltrated the Central Library disguised as a janitor. The victim hung from the bronze statue of the God of Knowledge, a dagger of volcanic glass embedded where his heart should have been—a ritual execution reserved for lycanthrope traitors. By dawn, the Evernight Gazette blared headlines: “Wolfkin Terror Attack—Citywide Curfew Enacted.” The true nightmare began on the third full moon. Adam awoke in the catacombs to snapped chains glistening with another’s blood, his fist clutching a shred of fabric stamped with the Inquisition’s sigil. Worse, fractured memories surfaced: a masked man in a rain-lashed clocktower, pressing a shard of light into his chest. “Your veins hum with the Crown’s resonance,” hissed a nocturnal elf assassin materializing from shadows, her cloak embroidered with wisteria patterns that mirrored the auroras of Adam’s transit. “The Inquisition is dissecting every wolfkin alive—and you’re their prime specimen. Unless we claim the other fragments first.”

#KINGDOMBUILDING #MILITARY #SLICEOFLIFE ***THIS NOVEL HAVE BEEN ABANDONED/DROPPED*** Un groupe d'amis en la noirceur de la nuit se font dévorer par un phénomène pour qui le mot d'étrange n'est point suffisant a le décrire . Années 1200 les Almohade/Al Muwahhidun une entité surpuissante règne en maître sur l'Afrique du nord et la péninsule Ibérique , rien et personne n'aurait pus prédire que cette même superpuissance vivait ses dernières heures de gloire et qu'une sombre ère qui allait durer la moitié d'un siècle pointait son nez sur le cœur de cet empire du Maghreb . Nos protagonistes se retrouvent en plein dans la tourmente de cette période trouble où Sultans/Califes de l'empire se succèdent a un rythme alarmant rappelant la période l'Empire Romain d'Occident , la criminalité connais une hausse , l'empire recule de face aux chrétiens Ibériques et les dynasties vassales à l'empire , pour la première fois depuis 2 siècles les routes commerciales transSaharienne , d'Al Andalus et du Maghreb son sujettes à des raids constants des bandits et criminels en tous genres , le commerce ralentit , l'instabilité se repend , les vivres et marchandises ne circulent plus , les famines accompagnées d'épidémies se déclarent dans tous l'empire , les officiers et bureaucrates de l'empire meurts de façon étrange et misterieuse , ceux qui leur succèdent ne font chaque années que renforcer leur image d'incompétence et de corruption , tous dans l'empire espèrent un messie qui les sauveras eux et cet dernier rempart de l'Occident islamique des loups affamés d'Europe . que fera nos protagonistes pour survivre et vivre en cette période trouble et confuse ? parviendront ils a survivre face aux imprévus de la vie en cet empire qui n'est qu'une simulations titanesques du concept de décadence. English version A group of friends in the dark of night are devoured by a phenomenon for which the word "strange" is not enough to describe it. In the year 1200, the Almohads/Al Muwahhidun, an overpowering entity, reigned supreme over North Africa and the Iberian Peninsula. Nothing and no-one could have predicted that this same superpower was living out its final hours of glory and that a dark era that would last half a century was about to dawn on the heart of this Maghreb empire. Our protagonists find themselves in the midst of the turmoil of this troubled period, when the empire's sultans and caliphs succeed one another at an alarming rate, reminiscent of the period of the Western Roman Empire, crime is on the rise, the empire is retreating in the face of the Iberian Christians and the dynasties vassal to the empire, for the first time in 2 centuries the trans-Saharan trade routes of Al Andalus and the Maghreb are subject to constant raids by bandits and criminals of all kinds, Trade was slowing down, instability was spreading, food and goods were no longer circulating, famines accompanied by epidemics were breaking out throughout the empire, the empire's officers and bureaucrats were dying in strange and misterious ways, and those who succeeded them every year only reinforced their image of incompetence and corruption, everyone in the empire was hoping for a messiah who would save them and this last bulwark of the Islamic West from the the hungry wolves of Europe. What will our protagonists do to survive and live in these troubled and confused times? Will they manage to survive in the face of the unforeseen events of life in this empire, which is nothing more than a titanic simulation of the concept of decadence?

The Bulwark Duke’s residence had fallen. On the day of the duke’s son’s wedding, all men in the family were imprisoned. In just three days, the patriarch and duke died. What was originally a joyful occasion became a depressing funeral. Shen Yijia had transmigrated as the unfortunate bride. By the time her husband was sent back home to her, he was crippled and heavily injured. Everyone said that this fallen family would never recover. Shen Yijia possessed a spirit liquid that helped her bring her husband back from the brink of death. When Song Jingchen woke up, he advised her to marry someone else instead. Shen Yijia stared at his handsome face and shook her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you.” On the way back to their hometown, they encountered bandits and even suicide warriors who tried to assassinate them at all costs. Shen Yijia patted her chest and vowed to her beautiful husband, saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” However, nosy people kept nagging at her, saying that a wife should be knowledgeable, reasonable, and virtuous. Was she supposed to help her husband pick out a concubine too? Shen Yijia was annoyed. As a modern woman, she couldn’t possibly get her husband a concubine! Her husband belonged to her alone! For the sake of earning money, she hunted in the mountains, battled scum, and took in disciples. Eventually, Shen Yijia’s life became smooth sailing. - Many years later, they returned to the capital. Everyone assumed that Song Jingchen disliked having such a violent wife, and would soon divorce her to remarry. The young noblewomen rubbed their hands together in glee, waiting for Shen Yijia to leave so they could take her place. But as they waited and waited, they saw the Song Jingchen gently hold Shen Yijia’s hands right after the latter had beaten someone up. Song Jingchen asked worriedly, “Does it hurt?” [1v1 sweet love. A doting yet violent female lead vs a jealous two-faced male lead]

Argis, retired after hunting. His cherished family were killed by the townspeople. Ten years of praying and torture, the message he sees is "the gods are laughing at you." His eye darkens and a symbol appears. By killing those who made me like this, only then will I find peace in this hell.

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Once the unparalleled expert of all PC games, Liu Yang turned into a laughingstock after games evolved from PC to virtual world. Unlike everyone else, Liu Yang was the only person not to be gifted a special ability at birth, making him the worst player in humanity! To make matters worse, all of humanity is forced to go to a virtual world to survive! However, Liu Yang soon found out how to unlock his ability, becoming the most powerful person on earth and the bulwark for humanity against an ever growing wall of battle hungry monsters. Join him on his perilous journey of rising up from the ashes to become the valiant defender of people everywhere!

Deca, Argi, Rafa dan Asha terlibat dalam cinta segiempat yang rumit dan memusingkan. Deca yang sangat mencintai Rafa harus menerima konsekuensi karena perselingkuhan singkatnya dengan Argi. Deca semakin pusing saat Argi terus saja mengejar cintanya. Padahal Deca sudah berkali-kali mengusir pria yang pernah mengisi masa lalunya tersebut. Masalah kian menjadi rumit saat Rafa bertemu kembali dengan Asha, mantan calon istrinya. Bagaimana akhir dari kisah cinta segiempat yang rumit ini? Apakah Deca berhasil membuat Rafa kembali mencintainya? Dan bagaimana dengan nasib cinta Argi serta Asha?

Ifedayo is an American immigrant hailing from Nigeria is a teacher at Wensley Elementary School where Jeremy Carpenter, a 7-year-old, is a student there. His father, Argi, comes from Nigerian parents and is a very good single father. It happens so suddenly, Ife falling in love with Argi. but they will face life together, even when Argi and her break up due to dumb circumstances. Will they forget their issues and stay together? Hopefully. Will be updated weekly on Mondays

The tyrant of iron and blood, the bulwark of Eastern Europe, the savior of the Soviet Union, the master of Constantinople, the liberator of the Third Rome, the new tsar of the north, the nightmare of Chechnya, the meat grinder of the free world, and the leader of the red regime, General Secretary Gennady Ivanovich Yanaev.

And all about strung on their canals are the bulwarked Islet with their enigmatic walls peering through. The dense growthes of mangrovesdead Deserted for incalculable ages; Shuned by those who lives near them.

200 years have passed since the Liberation Era. Where the Hero of Freedom liberated Humanity from extinction. When Humanity was starting to get back on its feet. A new era soon dawns the age of man and cast a dark shadow in the coming tide. A great invasion a scale history has never seen and shall never will. a great bulwark so strong and immeasurable, not even a united Humanity could defeat. And thus, fate is sealed so easily. But in the northern frontier, a place so cold no normal life could sprout. Where no sane being would dare travel will soon give birth to something that will change the tale.

Kematian Kania menyisakan kesedihan mendalam bagi Ardi, apalagi permintaan terakhir sang istri yang menginginkan agar kornea matanya disumbangkan pada orang yang membutuhkan. Siapakah yang mendapatkan kornea mata Kania? Bagaimana kisah kehidupan Argi selanjutnya tanpa Kania?

In the magical realm of Parallel Earth 51, a world altered by an enigmatic cataclysm 10,000 years ago, society is shaped by ancient magic, powerful kingdoms, and a fragile alliance that keeps the continent from descending into chaos. Seven human kingdoms, united under the Treaty of Triveni, stand as a bulwark against the menacing Demon Kingdom and other mysterious forces. It is a world ruled by magic, strength, and political machinations, where destinies are forged through alliances, betrayals, and the unrelenting pursuit of power. Rawa Vols, a once-feared warlord from a parallel world, finds himself mysteriously transported into this complex and dangerous realm. In his original world, he was betrayed by those closest to him and branded a villain, but here he is summoned with a different purpose—one shrouded in secrecy and uncertainty. Labeled as both a potential hero and a dire threat, Rawa must navigate a treacherous landscape of suspicion and intrigue, where his every move is watched by the kings, mages, and sages of the seven human kingdoms.In the magical realm of Parallel Earth 51, a world altered by an enigmatic cataclysm 10,000 years ago, society is shaped by ancient magic, powerful kingdoms, and a fragile alliance that keeps the continent from descending into chaos. Seven human kingdoms, united under the Treaty of Triveni, stand as a bulwark against the menacing Demon Kingdom and other mysterious forces. It is a world ruled by magic, strength, and political machinations, where destinies are forged through alliances, betrayals, and the unrelenting pursuit of power. Rawa Vols, a once-feared warlord from a parallel world, finds himself mysteriously transported into this complex and dangerous realm. In his original world, he was betrayed by those closest to him and branded a villain, but here he is summoned with a different purpose—one shrouded in secrecy and uncertainty. Labeled as both a potential hero and a dire threat, Rawa must navigate a treacherous landscape of suspicion and intrigue, where his every move is watched by the kings, mages, and sages of the seven human kingdoms.Will Rawa Vols rise above his past, or will this world break him as the last one did? * Bonus chapters : 1-3 chapters per day. Weekly serialised series. Instagram - zero.shunya.0

The world is crumbling. The sun, our source of light and life, continues to shine, but danger threatens the moon, our bulwark against the evil that seeks to end it all. Even as the sun provides us with light and magic and energy for life to grow and thrive, life must let this power flow through us and return to the moon where it will complete its work. But what happens when this lunar flow is threatened? Five princesses, each named for the defender of the night, forge their own connections to the power of the moon after discovering that their place in the cycle of life has been disrupted. Legend speaks of what must be done to correct the balance; does prophecy name them as the ones to save the world from the destruction that lies in wait past the veil of the night? [Author's Note: I have set the warning level for this story to Parents Strongly Cautioned due to some potentially sensitive content that was required by the setting and story. I have put Notes at the beginning of the chapter prompting this decision, and will do so again should this issue arise again. The rest of the chapters should otherwise be mostly benign, but please feel free to let me know if there is anything I have missed.]

In the ever-evolving saga of Aroura, the dawn of Mana Technology marks a renaissance of arcane prowess—not merely introduced but reawakened from the annals of antiquity. Across the globe, individuals stumble upon Artifacts, vestiges of a bygone era, which resonate and bond with their wielders, bestowing upon them powers untold. Yet, in malevolent clutches, these relics harbor the potential to siphon their potent mana, unleashing calamity. Amidst this resurgence, the legacy of the venerable guardians Lake and Ryzen, who succumbed to time’s inexorable march, is inherited not by a duo but by a quartet of predestined champions. These four beacons of hope emerge to forge a new epoch, standing as bulwarks against the tide of darkness that threatens to engulf their world. Their arrival heralds a new chapter, one where the echoes of the past meet the promise of tomorrow.

Amidst ancient sorcery and a brutal war of werewolf clans, Elara a powerful sorceress is the last bulwark in the rise of the tyrannical Lord Malachar. While on the run from the vicious Ironclaw Pack, she bears a peculiar tome that could alter the course of all the realms. Rylan, a lonely woodsman who accidentally witnesses her flight, becomes an unlikely companion. But there’s more to Rylan and that’s his history—an even more brooding problem than the enemies in sight. They struggle through hostile terrains, outrun bloodthirsty trackers, and stand up against the forces of darkness bent on spreading havoc in their world. As trust and sparks ignite between them Elara and Rylan understand that it isn’t their future they affect but a web of destinies intertwined—ways unimaginable. But with the threat ever increasing and treachery always around the corner, will their weak relationship fulfill the demands of the approaching doom? Or will they be pushed to the point that they have to sacrifice their aims? In a touching story of magic, loss, and infatuations, bonds will be betrayed and the distance dividing a hero from a monster will reveal itself to be dangerously thin.

Maharlika, one of two-hundred supersoldiers known as the "Praetors" that have created to protect the Terran Imperium and the Human race. He and the other Praetors have fought Insurgents, hostile Artificial Intelligence, Extraterrestrials from different galaxies, and even dangerous Extra-Dimensional Entities. For more than 750,000 years, they have been the bulwark of the imperium, protecting humanity from external and internal threats. Learning, adapting, evolving, and transcending beyond mortal. But eventually, after numerous wars waged and ended, peace was finally attained and they have become irrelevant, unnecessary. Fortunately, their heroic sacrifice and selfless contributions were not left unnoticed and unpaid. They new emperor have rewarded them generously, giving them noble titles, private worlds, and an unbelievable amount of money. They accepted their titles and gifts, and lived their lives peacefully on their own world. However, some returned to their military after a few centuries, training soldiers and doing special operations. And among those who returned was our protagonist. But after a few millennia of service, he got tired and finally retired in a unusual way; getting swallowed by a Black-hole and waking up in a new world. Read the story about our protagonist living somewhat peacefully in another world of fantasy and magic.

This book has some influence from ROTSSG, Overgeared, Overlord, Log Horizon, The game Minecraft, RLCraft and Warcraft 3. You might notice them in the future. Our MC was once a guild leader of a prospering guild, but after being betrayed by her friends and subordinates she fell from a rich guild leader to a homeless bum. After dying of unknown means she finds herself back in time, just before the launch of the game she was playing. Faced with the problem of money, she decided to play again but not for fame and glory but for money. She tackles the problems she had with her family and more importantly her sister. Changing and fixing every mistake she made in her previous life. She promised herself to be no longer shackled by any organisations and instead play the game for pleasure and money. Though in her return, she unexpectedly unleashed a beast hidden inside of the game. Enemies who caused her downfall is still lurking behind the shadows. Note: I may mention some wacky real life martial arts and fighting scenes but they're rare since our MC will always be active in game and will not greatly influence the outside world. Note: There will be no supernatural powers that will break the world here, like martial art techniques that can knock out 10 dudes in an instant. And in the event that happens, there would be a sufficient explanation. Note: I am too lazy to add numbers here and there so ima make most PVE and PVP action based and not number based. Example is " the mc dealing 10567 damage using divine punishment having his equipment boost his damage by adding additional 2k damage and having the potion effect that adds 10% damage and his passive skill wolves grace adding an additional damage boost of 6%,but the boss have darkness armour plus the terrain bonus reducing 8% of any damage and the boss having its passive skill ice bulwark further reducing damage by 4.696969% so the damage was reduced to 6345." nooo way im doin that, im too lazy for that. Note: Tiers and ranks are hardly necessary in both game and real life but what the hell, its a video game so... And tiers in real life is necessary to divide social rankings and what not. Note: Im a highschool student who decided to write novels as a hobby, so chapter release may not be consistent. Note: This is the second book that i have written so sorry for my mediocre writings and crappy English, my first book is kinda crappy and im too lazy to polish it, maybe i'll publish it polished in the future? Note: English is not my first or second language, it's actually my third, so you may notice some wrong grammars here and there so i apologize in advance. Note: I don't have any editors and i write on my phone so deal with my crappy English and repetitive words.

A sovereign Alpha who was eliminated from his kingdom due to the endorsement of his elder brother's retribution.   He was denounced for not loving anyone and if he does fall in love with anyone, either the person dies or will be ousted from existence. But not discerning, his soul was a love bulwark, safeguarding a girl call Safia's soul from the other dark realms.   Unfortunately for him, he fell miserable in love with this hunted girl, Safia. Who had perpetually been having a hideous nightmares after glimpsing her whole family being assassinated on spot.   Austin's love for her grew to an extent that, he did not even unnerve about the punishment he took over from his brother.   He was cautioned several times but didn't hearken to any of it.     Since he spurned to withstand what he was told, his punishment was advance to a rumble struck whack anytime used his powers to save Safia. Thus, the punishment always halted almost half of his powers but still didn't hold back on what he had built in the human world.     When he got to know that Safia's soul was craving to settle an end to all those tribulations which constantly arose between Drakon and his father and also only her soul could halt the punishment he took over from his brother. And ultimately, that wasn't the only thing her soul could execute, there was more it could do. So when he learned that, he wasn't voluntarily giving his soon-to-be luna away, he pledge to do anything to salvage her soul. In other to save her, his brother Hassan whom he took over his penalty was a library custodian. He knows everything and his words were precisely taken into consideration anytime he says something. He told Austin to protect and secure Safia's soul through three life maybe she will be recouped in one of the life and she can then become his luna. He didn't stammer to do that. He took it upon himself to do it.   Now the mystery questions remain why do they need Safia's soul to do all that?...if Austin hasn't fallen for her will she had been the one?... Was Austin being fooled to believe that or not?... What will happen to Safia and Austin at last?... Now let's jump into the story and see what happened.  

Her mother, a Spellblade, her father a Talismartist. So why did she have to be a Warrior? When she was a child, Astrid heard stories about how her mother served on the walls of Humanity’s Bulwark to protecting their country from their inhuman enemies on every side. With terrifying stories about their many foes, she quickly decided to become a delver in the Dungeon. There, she could gain enough levels and experience to serve as one of humanity’s elites, to protect her borders and countrymen. To do that, she’d need a party, and she had a plan. That plan didn’t work out, and now, she’s all alone, trying to become a delver without her planned allies or family. With just her Skills and armor, she’s going to show the world that, even if she doesn't have a lick of magic, Astrid Warrior will be a force to be reckoned with. -A nonmagical MC who’s confronting the Dungeon and her enemies with the strength of her arms. -Reliance on a couple strong Skills. -Lots of action. -Monsters and enemies to slay! -Slowly building a core party to delve with. -Updating daily for the first month.