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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.

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                          In the end, the group wasn't attacked at night. So, basically, Zaos only lost a good night of sleep. After a quick breakfast, the group moved to the North since it was the direction they found most footprints in the snow. Soon enough, they found something, but it wasn't human… it was a snow bear. Apparently, they were pretty standard in that region, probably because the soldiers in the North never had the chance to venture that far and find them.

"Can you deal with that?" Vitalar asked when the bear began to move toward the group. "We only have a limited stock of bolts coated with poison."

                          Zaos stepped forward and then fired a Wind Sword toward the face of the monster. The skull had a high endurance level, but it hadn't been enough to stop Zaos' attack. He had heard that a soup of bear was pretty good, but it was a pity he didn't have to taste it… the group will have to survive for the next weeks with rations alone.