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The Guardians' Throne - The First Magic Swordsman

After a long time in the darkness, a lost soul is transported to another world, and there the soul is given another chance and is reborn as a boy... In a world of swords and magic, Zaos is given another chance after hearing an unknown voice asking him to protect someone. While he couldn't remember many things about his old life, he still decided to live his new as much as possible. Even though it looked like he was destined to do something, Zaos chose to follow his own path as much as possible. He tried that... but it looked like the machinations of destiny won't give him much option. Weird things were happening in the kingdom he was born, and before he could imagine... Zaos was throw in the middle of a war in which some were trying to revive the god of the world, and others were trying to prevent it. Zaos will fight in this war while he also looks for the person he is supposed to protect. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

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                Zaos decided to go on the offensive again in order to give his allies some more room to breathe, but in the end, it didn't change anything. They were forced to retreat since their manpower decreased and because the soldiers were charging toward him without carrying about their lives…

                  Before long, another group of soldiers fell down after getting hit by a bolt in the neck and then bleeding to death. Eventually, the enemy archers will be close enough to attack the mine where the others were, and that would be disastrous.

"Captain, we need to make these assholes fear death again," Zaos said.

"I do agree with you, but I have a feeling that this time, it is going to work," Erean said.

                Erean began to cover Zaos since he already knew what was coming. Once they took a few backsteps and then the enemies in front of them were in a perfect line that was dozens of meters long, Zaos stepped forward and swung his sword.