He had no rivals. But then there was one. And so now he was dying. Halfway up a snow-capped mountain that seemed to reach the heavens. On ground split haphazardly as if swept by seismic waves, Aslan stood. Aslan looked at the one who had driven him to death. A man with blood-red hair. Was he about thirty years old now? At a glance, he ...
He had no rivals. But then there was one. And so now he was dying. Halfway up a snow-capped mountain that seemed to reach the heavens. On ground split haphazardly as if swept by seismic waves, Aslan stood. Aslan looked at the one who had driven him to death. A man with blood-red hair. Was he about thirty years old now? At a glance, he was clearly a young pup, green as grass. And yet. 'To think I would lose...' It had been 20 years since he had risen to the position of the continent's strongest alongside the title of Sword Emperor. His own defeat was something he had never even dreamed of. "What is your name?" A calm voice flowed from Aslan's lips. A low, heavy voice followed after. "Lucas Hillstein." Though his brevity was irritating, Aslan quietly mulled over that name. No matter how he s
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