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The Moon Thief

"Power in the world of magic belongs only to the Ainsars who can create frightening storms and seas of flames." This was a phrase that was spoken to Heinald when he was still a child, by his grandfather, who was once a mighty Ainsar. Heinald was a young man who has been trained from childhood by his grandfather. His only desire was to become a mighty Ainsar. But the game of fate never awaits! One day he meets a mysterious person man introduce himself as Moon Thief, and from then on, the game of fate begins for him. Who was the Moon Thief? To reveal this ancient secret, he had to ascend to the top of the Ainsar World and become a tyrant!

ChaoticAthen · Fantaisie
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Dementor Frost Flower

Heinald didn't know how long he had walked, but he was sure it was more than half a day.

"Oh? Whats that?" As Heinald kept walking, he saw a skeleton ahead. Although it looked like a human skeleton, it wasn't.

This skeleton had four arms and only four fingers. These fingers were abnormally long. This skeleton had two legs, but each foot had eight toes.

In his skull, two faces were intertwined. The sight he encountered made him very uncomfortable.

Heinald muttered, "This skeleton must belong to a Cursed."

After he stopped examining the skeleton, he continued walking. He generally no longer heard the sound of drops of water, all he heard was his own breathing and the sound of footsteps.

But this situation began to change over time. He began to hear strange hums coming from the deep.

"Nyeek!"

Heinald heard a high-pitched scream from nearby. Then he noticed a large number of footsteps approaching him.