Rumors inside Atrium City's guild hall were not exaggerated.
The Dawnblades had indeed gained two new members, both Platinum‑rank adventurers, whose names had already become known throughout the eastern kingdoms.
Their arrival was not by chance.
It was Jericho's mastery of Knight Arts, his control over Will, the mysterious force that only knights could wield, that had drawn them.
Though Jericho himself was not yet at the Grand Knight's level in his own realm, his discipline and aura convinced others that he had reached a peak few could touch.
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Liang Shen had never forgotten the night his mercenary company was torn apart.
The four‑horned chimera had descended on them like a storm, its horns glowing with corrupted mana, its claws could easily shred steel as if it were parchment.
He had fought until his arms bled, until his comrades' screams faded into silence. In the end, only he remained, staggering through the ashes of the battlefield.
