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“Truth is formless, without name or shape; without scripture, it cannot be understood. It lies within wisdom, deep and profound; to seek truth is to purify the soul and find grace. But why do we wander through life without knowing the path?

Life is a stage, where laughter and tears intertwine. Life is a dream, shaped by cause and consequence. Only by understanding the truth can one transcend. Time flows like a river; clinging to the past is a burden. Though the years pass swiftly, our attachments remain…

Let go of what binds you, and you shall find peace. May peace be with you, and may grace guide your way…”

Zen Master, witnessing Aora’s tragic state, could not help but recite the scripture aloud, hoping to ease the man’s violent spirit.

“Let go of what binds you, and you shall find peace. May peace be with you, and may grace guide your way…”

Master Dalton, Master Dhyana, and all the friars of the Chapel of Oros joined in the chant.

For a moment, a hushed silence fell over the peak of Divine Mountain. Even those who had despised Aora- Aurora and others–couldn’t help but sigh at the scene before them.

Mackenzie understood her husband well. That idiot must be moved by Aora’s unwavering loyalty to Teddy–that’s why he hasn’t delivered the fatal blow.

No matter how unforgivable the enemy, a man who lived and died by loyalty and brotherhood deserved at least a measure of respect.

Pfft!

Finally, Aora collapsed to the ground, his lips still murmuring faintly. “I… I must kill you… Emmanuel… I must kill you…”

Blood poured from his ruptured veins like a stream, staining the ground in a horrifying pool of red.

Tears blurred Aora’s vision as he felt his body drift upward into a world of endless white.

“Mr. Tanner, though I’m dying, I will fulfill your wish! May the great future unfold as you envisioned…

“Forgive me, sir–I’m coming to you! Mr. Verkade will avenge us and realize the dream you could not…

“I’ve failed you, sir–punish me! Ahhhhh!

“Amethyst… Azure…

“Amethyst… Ash…

“Amethyst… Amethyst… Mr. Tanner…”

At last, Aora’s voice faded into a whisper of “Amethyst… Mr. Tanner…” as his eyes slowly closed, unwilling to surrender to death but powerless to resist it.

as blood pooled beneath him in a dark crimson stain,

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no denying his personal charisma–otherwise, so many people wouldn’t have followed him to their

said, “Mr. Hale, Zovince is stirring. Cancel the prayer ceremony and allow me to escort

tone, quickly grasped

many lives have you taken? We, the righteous defenders of justice, will not let

to face

stood safely at the back of the crowd, a smug smile curling his lips. His sly eyes gleamed

Yorick’s Savage Tiger Strike, causing the punch to crash into the earth with the force of a

strike and step they took could tear through forests and reshape the very land

you two brutes trying to tear this

voice rang out from the bamboo grove, bringing both men to an abrupt halt

longed for, they still searched the dappled canopy of leaves, hearts foolishly hoping to glimpse

silhouette truly appeared atop the swaying grove. She seemed to sit there effortlessly, one hand gently stroking

Yorick thought. Not at that unkempt brute who reeks

me, Santiago told himself. Not at that boorish loner who can’t appreciate a

woman spoke again, their fragile world of fantasies

to fight, do it properly. I’ve prepared an arena just for you. Go ahead–fight to your

came rushing back. Santiago and Yorick snapped out of their daze. This wasn’t the woman they longed for. Heartbreakingly, Jane had long since passed away. No matter how much this woman resembled her,

her

lute. Her illusions were formidable, though her musical skills fell short of the legendary Music Saint. Yet both Saints of Silver Dragon and Savage Tiger willingly allowed themselves to fall into the world her music

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illusory world, Santiago found himself back at the age

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his generation within his sect–until his love for drinking caused him to miss an important sect event. His master had

his journey in the

Chanaca basked in the glory

ten sage–level warriors on the battlefield- not only safeguarding Chanaca’s borders but also shaking the

his unparalleled achievements, the president had bestowed upon him the title Lucian, the Dawnbringer. Instantly, Lucian became a figure revered by

Lucian’s legend, Santiago, too, aspired to

back at the age of twenty–two

money, he’d faced hardship from an

early to work as a bodyguard, hoping to send money back home. But his straightforward nature and refusal to compromise meant his

meager.

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