検索キーワード： 著者 "Roman Savarovsky" すべてのカテゴリー

Ich war einst ein mächtiger Paladin der Dunkelheit, die Mutter aller Elemente. Der Größte meiner Art. Einige nannten mich den Auserwählten, den Retter der Welt; andere waren überzeugt, ich würde ihr Untergang sein. Ich bekam nie die Gelegenheit, herauszufinden, wer richtig lag. Die Gemeinschaft verbündete sich mit den Verrätern, um mich in der tödlichen Umarmung des Elements der Zeit gefangenzunehmen.

I took control of the Shadow Clan, giving the district's residents something they hadn't had in years—a chance to breathe freely. Independence, protection, and a shot at a normal life. But to the rest of society, the Shadow Clan was still nothing more than a den of killers, criminals, and thieves. They despised us. They refused to leave us alone. And worst of all? They underestimated us.

So, let's take stock. I rebuilt the district. Made enemies disappear. Gained allies. Put the Shadow Clan back on the map. By now, I should've earned a break. Naturally, that's when the real trouble starts. Some people preferred us powerless—silent, broken, easy to control. Now Marcus the Paladin is back in their way, and they're done playing fair. The next wave of enemies doesn't want war. They want erasure. But if they think I'm going quietly, they haven't been paying attention. Let's see who steps up next—and how far they're willing to fall.

The Boss of the Shadow District has fallen, and the Clans who seized power aren't happy—especially those whose interests I inadvertently disrupted. Now the list of people who want me dead has grown, with a second offended Grand Prince joining the first. But will that be enough to stop the rising Paladin of Darkness? Well, let them try.

I was once a mighty Paladin of Darkness, mother of all the Elements. The one and only of my kind. Some called me the chosen one, a savior destined to rescue the world; others insisted I would be its downfall. I never got the chance to discover who was right. Society conspired with the traitors to trap me in the deadly Element of Time. But a year later, I managed to break free . . . wait, how has it been 700 years?