A split second later, the clangor of two clashing swords drowned out the cacophony of the battle.
Fantasy · Guiltythree
If there was no way to prevent the battle, he had to do everything in his power to help one side achieve victory… and not any kind of victory, at that. A pyrrhic one would be no different from mutual destruction. Only an overwhelming victory would minimize the losses of one of the sides, thus leaving enough fighters alive to make a difference in the evacuation effort.
Fantasy · Guiltythree
ch 1140 Staring at the Wall
Fantasy · Guiltythree
If he did… he would be laughing too.
Fantasy · Guiltythree
ch 415 YOU STILL THINK AS ONE
Fantasy · i_want_to_sleep
ch 1100 Accumulation
Fantasy · Guiltythree
ch 156 It's an illusion
Urban · Avalondra
ch 147 An Angelic smile
Urban · Avalondra
ch 164 Chapter(Hundred) Sixty Three: My son
Urban · Blessing_Nwodo_16
ch 146 Afraid to open Pandora Box
Urban · Avalondra
ch 215 Chapter 213: The Times, Normandy I
History · champilyn
The smell of blood, gunpowder and death filled the air. The numerous helicopters sounded like beating drums announcing the execution of criminals. Shouts and screams blended with gunshots. Smoke rose in the night sky like an evil phantom about to swallow the moon and the stars.
Urban · ArriaCross
Abel_Uwabor
Suddenly, this dormant Memory of the fourth Tier was the most precious thing in his possession. Who would have thought that it would be so important one day?
Shadow Slave
Fantasy · Guiltythree