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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.

ExSoldierLv99 · War
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 Elmar smiled when he saw that his attack worked, but in the end, he also noticed that the tip of his weapon didn't pierce as much as he had planned. He used the same strength and speed to make his other spear pass through the whole body of a grown-up man and his full plate armor, and yet… the same attack wasn't piercing Zaos all that much. Then Elmar noticed a brown mark on Zaos's left chest. Before he could understand what that was and before he could try to attack once again, Elmar was forced to retreat with all his might when several Fire Swords appeared around Zaos and flew toward him.

 The first Fire Sword flew toward him the very moment Elmar pulled his spear and blocked the attack. However, he wasn't fast enough to block or dodge the five others. In the end, Elmar protected his head, but he had to give up on his arms. The flames were causing so much damage that he was having a hard time keeping his mind thinking straight.