So the Immortal Warrior Rentach Seld bellowed unto the hounds of fire, "Lo and behold, you dogs of Brimstone Pit, in the name of the God of War Raiken and the God of Eternal Life Lortus, these human hands shall send you back to the pit you were spawned from. And he swung his hammer so mightily, that it hit the earth and the earth cracked and split. While the hapless hounds that had eaten the world shrieked and whined as they fell into the split and swallowed up by the will of Felantris, the Goddess of the Earth.

The Warrior King Ferenath Orinias answered his companion's cry with his own thunderous bellow and it so struck fear into the hounds that they paused and was gloriously frozen where they stood by the God-Mage Ulneric with the raw magic that was forgotten by all but the gods. By the power granted to him by the Goddess of Magic Verinea, he smashed the hounds' icy prison with the great hammer of light from the heavens, the Arc Folfonas Verineas, and turned them into dusts that could never be revived.

Hazrin, born Azrina, was born a boy and was genetically a boy. Then his mother registered him as a baby girl. When he was 2, his mother sent him away to live with his aunt, deep inside the vineyards of France. Without knowing anything, he lived almost twenty years of his life as a girl. Now he has returned home, to his home country, and decided to care for his little brother and sisters, as a man.

Can he untrain himself of all feminine gestures and become a real man?

Enter Iskandar, the nephew of one of the wealthiest tycoons in Southeast Asia. He had a plan, of becoming independent from his uncle, but that would cause him to betray the only one he holds dear. Will he sacrifice all for Azrina's love? Or will he sacrifice Azrina instead?

Then comes Max, a german man from an impoverished noble household. For the past fifteen years, Rina Sofiana de Havensall, has always been in his mind. Now that he had fulfilled his promise, he came to find Rina, to ask her to honour her part of the promise.

Hazrin, born Azrina, was born a boy and was genetically a boy. Then his mother registered him as a baby girl. When he was 2, his mother sent him away to live with his aunt, deep inside the vineyards of France. Without knowing anything, he lived almost twenty years of his life as a girl. Now he has returned home, to his home country, and decided to care for his little brother and sisters, as a man.

Can he untrain himself of all feminine gestures and become a real man?

Enter Iskandar, the nephew of one of the wealthiest tycoons in Southeast Asia. He had a plan, of becoming independent from his uncle, but that would cause him to betray the only one he holds dear. Will he sacrifice all for Azrina's love? Or will he sacrifice Azrina instead?

Then comes Max, a german man from an impoverished noble household. For the past fifteen years, Rina Sofiana de Havensall, has always been in his mind. Now that he had fulfilled his promise, he came to find Rina, to ask her to honour her part of the promise.

Hazrin, born Azrina, was born a boy and was genetically a boy. Then his mother registered him as a baby girl. When he was 2, his mother sent him away to live with his aunt, deep inside the vineyards of France. Without knowing anything, he lived almost twenty years of his life as a girl. Now he has returned home, to his home country, and decided to care for his little brother and sisters, as a man.

Can he untrain himself of all feminine gestures and become a real man?

Enter Iskandar, the nephew of one of the wealthiest tycoons in Southeast Asia. He had a plan, of becoming independent from his uncle, but that would cause him to betray the only one he holds dear. Will he sacrifice all for Azrina's love? Or will he sacrifice Azrina instead?

Then comes Max, a german man from an impoverished noble household. For the past fifteen years, Rina Sofiana de Havensall, has always been in his mind. Now that he had fulfilled his promise, he came to find Rina, to ask her to honour her part of the promise.

Hazrin, born Azrina, was born a boy and was genetically a boy. Then his mother registered him as a baby girl. When he was 2, his mother sent him away to live with his aunt, deep inside the vineyards of France. Without knowing anything, he lived almost twenty years of his life as a girl. Now he has returned home, to his home country, and decided to care for his little brother and sisters, as a man.

Can he untrain himself of all feminine gestures and become a real man?

Enter Iskandar, the nephew of one of the wealthiest tycoons in Southeast Asia. He had a plan, of becoming independent from his uncle, but that would cause him to betray the only one he holds dear. Will he sacrifice all for Azrina's love? Or will he sacrifice Azrina instead?

Then comes Max, a german man from an impoverished noble household. For the past fifteen years, Rina Sofiana de Havensall, has always been in his mind. Now that he had fulfilled his promise, he came to find Rina, to ask her to honour her part of the promise.

Hazrin, born Azrina, was born a boy and he was genetically a boy. Then his mother registered him as a baby girl. When he was 2, his mother sent him away to live with his aunt, deep inside the vineyards of France. Without knowing anything, he lived almost twenty years of his life as a girl. Now he has returned home, to his home country, and decided to care for his little brother and sisters, as a man.

Can he untrain himself of all feminine gestures and become a real man?

Enter Iskandar, the nephew of one of the wealthiest tycoons in Southeast Asia. He had a plan, of becoming independent from his uncle, but that would cost him to betray the only one he holds dear. Will he sacrifice all for Azrina's love? Or will he sacrifice Azrina instead?

Then comes Max, a german man from an impoverished noble household. For the past fifteen years, Rina Sofiana de Havensall, has always been in his mind. Now that he had fulfilled his promise, he came to find Rina, to ask her to honour her part of the promise.

"Why?" Vicky asked.

"Just want to check something," Tell replied.

"Hm, okay," Vicky put her hand on the wall, "Mind telling me what it's about?"

Just then I saw Tell's hand, the one holding the Hildegard's Dagger turned scaly and was too late to do anything when she raised that hand and threw the dagger at Vicky in one quick move.

"AHHH!!! What the hell you bitch!!!" Vicky cursed as the dagger nailed her hand to the wall.

Just as the spears were about to hit the werewolf, it dodged to the left, causing only one of the four spears to hit while one only grazed its skin. Then Tell shortened the chains of the spears, pulling the werewolf to her.

"Stop!" I shouted while releasing a huge ball of frost from my entire body.

Before it could hit either of them, Tell redirected the three missed spears and slashed my huge ball of frost into four parts which exploded before it could even reach them. Through the field of ice between me and them that resulted from the explosion, I could see them still fighting, trading punches and exchanging kicks while Tell fired her ethereal blast and the werewolf clawed at Tell.

"I said," I mumbled as I blinked behind the werewolf, "STOP DAMNED YOU!"

Now, the lumination crystals are rather curious objects. For one, although they are called lumination crystals, it does not produce its own light. Rather, it takes whatever light is in its surroundings, then somehow uses that light to shine and illuminate as if by magic. That is why the stronger the light source that hits the lumination crystal, the brighter its light will become.

Except from 'A Commentary On Recent Inventions' by Beregor the Curious.

And you, Rorvik, how shall you defeat the evil ones? How shall we, who are few, defeat Raiken of War, Veltus of Plagues, Horen of the Sea and Aerean of the Shadows? How shall we defeat Rycus of Calamity, Hesterides of Misfortunes, Dordaros of Greed, Galganis of Desire and Phelaukos the Scholar? What of Olostris, Verinea, Granlain, Asteridas, Felantris, Marsach and Lortus? And how, in your mind, will we defeat the most powerful of them all, Vastramach, the Lord of Doom himself? My brother, do you wish to sacrifice our lives for such childish arrogance?

Excerpt from 'The Book of Justice, Chapter 4, The Lord of Crafts'

The second king of the Talranic Dynasty, King Wendeslaus the Second (circa 1208-1211 AF), also known as Wendeslaus Berto Talranic, was an eccentric king. During his reign, he made hundreds of designs, of which most of them were useless, more fantasy than practical. If his personal motto of "Bridge, bridge, bridge" wasn't hint enough of his eccentricities, perhaps his idea of making a city that flies in the sky might...

Vel-Farnikk, capital of the mighty Granvayl Kingdom is a massive city. It is home to at least 4000 citizens, not including the children, immigrants and slaves. Some speculate that there would be many thousands more, if any census included children, immigrants, slaves and criminals.

Some of the mana trails retained their shape as they fought all over the place. There was a lili punching a large upright-standing wolf who evaded and the lili's fist punched a hole in the tree'd trunk, where the werewolf was leaning on just moments before. There was the werewolf biting off the lili's left wing. I couldn't see their faces, but I was pretty sure that the lili was Tell and the big, upright-standing wolf was the werewolf we were looking for.

She looked worried when she said, "Umm, I don't know. Maybe you're seeing the date of death for this body. You're likely seeing the death of 'Sue', not 'Mihael'.

"I don't like it either way, Sue."

"Death is the fate of all things living. Through death, life is born and prosper, until death claims them too and the cycle repeats again and again and again."

"See, this is the problem with you angels. You always sound so positive about everything."