"Haunted by the Curse's relentless pursuit, one seeks solace in the arms of darkness..." -- -- -- Hael Winterlock, the youngest and most beloved prince of the Winterlock dynasty, lived the typical luxurious prince life within the dynasty, with the thought of being just an ordinary rich royal member in the future. But when he awakened the never-before-seen Nine Magical Arcana Runes petals, the law of the Kingdom automatically dictates him as the next ruler of the throne, something that goes against his predetermined fate. And from thereon, life came crashing down for Hael, who had his father killed by his throne-obsessed brothers, and then he himself burnt to coal and flung into the icy depths to drown to death. Just when life seemed over, Hael found a portal and a moon fragment, a rumored source of controllable power at the depth of the sea, and the moon fragment fused with him as he disappeared into the strange portal. There was a new advanced world, a world where an ongoing war between humans who grew with cybernetic fusions, and the Eldritches, creatures of dark magic, raged on. Once more, he was given a chance to change things, a new chance at life. One day, he swore to return to back to Winterfall Dynasty to take what was rightfully his. But only if his dreams could be reality. The Forgotten Realms had another name: The Abyssal Realm of Ruins, a Place of No Return! --------- Update Schedule: Update daily! --------- This Novel is in a WPC, please Support it by adding it to your library and sending your Powerstones and Golden Tickets! Thank you all.
A mushroom of dust rose into the sky as the devilish titan body landed roughly against the ground, flattening all minor devils with them into paste, as the silent night was reduced into a scene which seemed to have borrowed a leaf from hell itself.
"Huuuuu," he exhaled slightly, his legs gently landing against the floor, as the four dark arms on him faded away into mana dark particles, his former wild grin fading away.
"That was quicker than I thought." The voice belonged to none other than the figures, whose eyes scanned the bloody scene around him, unperturbed.
[You have really grown Hael. Quite fast too...] the system's voice rang in his head as Hael scoffed.
"Stop sounding like a dying old man..." Hael responded, entering through the nooks and crannies where the monsters had come from and anytime he exited, he kept a large pile of golden cards in his hand which quickly disappeared into thin air.