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Sustaining the King's Life

COMPLETED. (WARNING: R18 on chapter 200+ onwards. This is a SLOW BURN ROMANCE. Read at your own risk.) ** On a secluded mountain situated upon a kingdom known as Feuersturm, resides a seemingly trifling cabin with an unlikely duo as its inhabitant—a witch, and her apprentice who presumably comes from a clan sought after by slave traders. Faustina is a sixteen-year-old girl who fled the slave market with the help of a sickly witch named Eula, who later on trained her as an apprentice for the span of seven years. Plagued with a mysterious disease for several years, Eula died despite the efforts Faustina had exerted to cure her; in her last breath, she left an odd request behind. "Sustain the king's life. This is your duty. Do not adhere to the prophecy." To which the odd plea shadowed a bizarre series of events, a consequential sentence; similar to that of a premonition. The same night the phrase was muttered, the chain of events followed: A warlock's intrusion to their home, with a peculiar yearning to resurrect Eula from the dead... and the king himself, asking for Faustina’s aid.

Chainslock · Fantasy
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284 Chs

End of War

277: End of War

A little girl that was at her home, cowering in fear from the monsters, now came outside to see the spectacle of light that surrounded the entire world.

Descending from the skies were angels. Angels made of sheer light who rode horses and, giant birds of magnificent wings that are also materialized by light.

They began to sweep the darkness away, like a giant curtain that is being open for the blue skies.

"Is it… finally over?"

**

Underneath that, was the warriors of Zuerst who were all holding their weapons as their eyes fixate on the phenomena that could only be perceived, at that time, as a miracle.

The warlocks, and all entities of darkness, started to fade away from the light. The sea monsters drew back to the see, back to their deep slumber; as well as the remaining monsters were now killed by the warrior angels made of light.

Truly, this was something that was the work of someone powerful.