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Villain's Valor: A Noble Fantasy Resurrection

Shrouded in a veil of mystery and darkness, a sinister threat lurks among the shadows, weaving its plan from the depths of a forgotten past. The emergence of this voracious darkness threatens to devour everything in its path, and as Anthony embarks on a desperate quest for truth, he faces moral dilemmas, betrayals he never imagined, and sacrifices that defy all logic. On his journey, every shadow seems to hide a secret, every step toward the light reveals a new layer of darkness. Who is friend and who is foe in this dangerous game between light and darkness? What ancient forces stir beneath the surface, waiting for their moment to emerge and ravage everything in their path? With each discovery, Anthony delves deeper into a labyrinth of intrigue and danger, where the very future of his world hangs by a thread, and the only certainty is that truth is even more elusive than the shadows that conceal it. ******* Show me your support if you enjoy my story! You can help me by giving me your power stones or even giving me gifts with golden tickets, this motivates me to keep writing! Thank you very much for reading my novel! You can also add it to your collection! Write a review!

Roseiinthegarden · Fantasy
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304 Chs

Chapter 145: Conversation with my father

I observed as everything around me distorted, enveloped in a whirlwind of sensations and emotions. When I finally regained composure, I found myself in a training field, with my father staring at me intently. His words echoed in the air: "Draw your sword."

My father's words resonated in the training field, filling the air with a palpable intensity. Just as I was about to draw my sword, I remembered that my mother still had it in her possession. With a quick gesture, I directed my gaze towards where the training swords were in a corner of the room.

Focusing my mind and will, my dark aura began to emanate from my hands, forming fine threads of shadow that extended towards the training swords. With a subtle whisper, the sword materialized in my hands, as if responding to my call.