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Tales of the Kingslayer

The lights inside the train flickered, and Heon was suddenly alone, saved from a dead body missing an arm and a mysterious cloaked man. He was trapped in the train running circle. A loop without a stop. The mysterious cloaked man proposed a deal. He would stop the train for Heon, but only after retrieving a missing key in the other realm. Accepting it, Heon woke up with a newly-attached black hand formerly belonged to the dead body on the train. He was teleported to a world of magic and sword. One where the most powerful king was murdered, and the blood-thirsty queen hunted for the assassin. Unfortunately, he found drawings of his face plastered all over the city. Wanted: Dead or Alive. Heon Lightwalker - the Kingslayer. At least, he got Sunny; an alleged murderer slash healer mage, and Azran; a bounty hunter who now stuck by his side due to unwanted association with him. Hopefully, they could survive the kingdom-wide manhunt. But, how would he find the key to fulfill his deal, when the key was going to be used to release the Great End? Was exchanging a key to his own real world equal to ending this parallel one?

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No Time for A Talk

"I did say that I will not tell any of this to our mother, but you must remember." The crooked grin came back on Sayeth's face.

Rhena got a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

"Rufes also knows about this. I did promise, but he said no such thing." Sayeth chuckled, and it sent shivers down to her spine. "Better watch out for that little neck of yours, my dear sister. I bet a mother will not be pleased finding her second child having an affair with the person who murdered her husband."

Rhena wanted to say something – do something. But darkness was all over her.

Shadow. She realised far too late.

Sayeth might have promised that he will not tell any of this to mother, but he had sent Rufes – his one-eyed guard – to report this to their mother, the Queen of Bahran Pasai.

It would not take long before Her Majesty came striding there with murderous intent in her wake.