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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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            It was a bit drastic, but Zaos had an idea that would make the guards leave him alone pretty fast and also would make them leave the port town for more than a few hours. So, before he could get too close to the entrance, he smacked his face several times in a row and even broke his right arm. After his face was swollen enough and covered in blood, he used ice magic to make everything look more dirty and dry. His eyes could barely open, so no one would be able to see the green in it.

"Are you all right?" Some of the guards at the entrance of the town rushed toward Zaos when they saw his face and clothes covered in blood.

"Yes… ugh," Zaos said in a rough tone since he was obviously in pain. "I was attacked by some bandits last night when I was approaching the previous village… I managed to escape when they drank all my wine."

"Do you remember the last place you saw them?" The guard asked. "Their numbers, which weapons they used."