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Wolf Bloodline

King Einar, the astonishing king of the great and only continent, one day decided to choose a new heir to his kingdom from among his five most precious sons. By giving each of them different duties, King Einar did something unchangeable and unimaginable that day. He gave them an order and not only a task or a quest to accomplish, but he also wanted his sons to accomplish their duty with maturity, with honor, and with pride. But nothing, he wanted to do went in order, just because of his son. The eldest and most powerful brother, "Yores", opposed this situation. He decided that it would be better, if the King gave them a second chance. But everything was chosen, and he found himself another solution to conquer his biggest rival. Lost, against anything that he wanted to win. So he made a deal with the most powerful lineage, "The Apocalypse Lineage," to take the throne. And by obtaining power, he started a rebellion. After Yores took the throne, he ruled the people in such a manner for years, damaged many relationships and made himself the evilest person to ever be seen. But even his reign, came to an end. A wolf descendant, one of the strongest lineage's people, challenged Yores. Jiro, the strongest person among bloodlines. He was so brave, so strong, and so dauntless. He was someone who changed many things. The Battle of Jiro and Yores continued for three days exactly, and their battle, being heard all over the continent, changed the entire world. But the real story to be told was only beginning....

ASW · Fantasia
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286 Chs

Offer Of The Fourth Epic

Meanwhile, The King is in his chambers;

The prolonged silence in the room heightened the tension. Despite the fact that most of those present were kings, fear was evident in their eyes. Those who came to the King's chambers were very troubled people. One of them was the third Epic and the other was the Son of Yores, the fourth Epic.

The third epic took all his orders from the fourth epic and stood beside him in front of the kings. As everyone watched, the epics slowly stepped inside. The third epic stood on one side of the large table and cast a spell to prevent anyone from escaping or being disturbed. He surrounded the room with spells and enchanted it with just a snap of his fingers.

The fourth epic approached the great table with slow steps and sat at its head, joining the kings while Miron observed for the time being.