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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 · Adolescents et jeunes adultes
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The end

                                      Ferdinand kicked Zaos for quite a while, but even though he wasn't causing much damage, Zaos could feel that the damage was slowly pilling up. Not to mention, he was slowly being moved to the side of the ship, and soon he would be kicked and fall on the ocean.

                                      While he was forced to move around by those kicks, Zaos had the chance to see that Drannor and Erean were unconscious as well. They didn't look dead, but they needed urgent treatment because of the burn marks. Still, Zaos couldn't help himself, much less them.

                                      Ferdinand suddenly stopped kicking Zaos, and then a Wind Barrier appeared around him. After that, Zaos saw some bolts falling around the asshole.

"Little worms…" Ferdinand said. "As if bolts could wound me while I have these."