ARCANE stat. “You must have that maxed out by now,” Van asked as they walked; nearing toward Alicia’s castle. “Nah, I haven’t the slightest idea how to level it up, or exactly what it does. It’s written as [INACCESSIBLE] to me.” Magus replied casually. I haven’t thought about it that much when I looked at…

He walked across the reddened, open field, dragging his world sword along the ground, stepping between fallen angels and crushing their wings beneath his boots. The field was awash in crimson, stained with angelic blood. Each step he took splattered more of it across the already-drenched earth. His path led him to one particular body.…

[WARNING: Gore] “Using your last two teleportation stones for something like this, Master Varlog?” Yilla remarked as Varlog reappeared in their room inside the guild. “And here I thought I was supposed to be the impulsive one,” she added with a wry smile. “Well,” Varlog sighed, settling into the chair beside the bed, “after what…

Van reached the guild, noting the lights still spilling from the hall into the empty streets. For a moment, he’d felt eyes on him, a faint presence trailing him, but it vanished as quickly as it came. He paused outside, standing in silence as he stared at the building. Amoria’s last words echoed in his…

Every step was measured, deliberate. Yet his posture sagged under the weight of centuries. He had long since strayed from any known path, wandering aimlessly for over a millennium. Even now, his steps pressed forward—because to stop would mean facing something he dared not name. Well, that… and because he had finally decided on a…

Magus knew that no matter what he forced the queen to do, the king would oppose him—even with the Goddess looming overhead. … So, he branded the king, with the queen standing silently beside him. He made her husband her slave; he was controlling her through his passives. And she agreed. She stood by and watched, her gut…

“Hm,” Van hummed thoughtfully. “What is it?” Amoria asked, glancing at him. “Nothing… Just curious.” His gaze drifted upward as he murmured, ‘I never realized he was so lonely it drove him to this…’ Van reflected. ‘And those times I suggested adding more girls to the party and he refused… Was that the reason?’ He…

“Woah…” Van muttered, leaning in as his elbows pressed against the table. His gaze sharpened as he locked eyes with Amoria. “She actually did it?” Amoria exhaled slowly, gripping her cup tighter. “If you go back to the graveyard and walk a few hundred meters past Magus’s grave, you’ll find her name. Lala Brimmen. The…

“So, you’re into Lala, right?” Magus asked abruptly, draping an arm over Fohrd’s shoulder. Fohrd stiffened, his gaze darting away as a blush crept across his face. Sweat beaded at his temples. “I-I don’t know what… you mean… I just… uh… like being around her, is all.” “Come on, come on!” Magus whispered playfully, giving…

“…I see. He carried that with him,” Van sighed, “I guess I always had a hunch the Goddess hated me for some reason, so… it’s not really a shock that she does. But the fact that he knew…” Van murmured, his gaze falling to the tea in front of him. The steam, now barely visible, escaped…