Five, Twenty-three, and Twenty-nine Years Owen’s Collection Memory 7: On Top of the Freezing Mountain of Vulgis
Azhure: The beginning was hard to write. (more…)
Azhure: The beginning was hard to write. (more…)
Azhure: After a long time, I’m back making new chapters.
Voice: Hooray! (more…)
Azhure: Literally the night after I finished exams, I got Covid – my entire family got it, in fact.
Voice: But you’re good now, right!?
Azhure: Yeah, by the time this Memory’s uploaded, we all recovered.
Voice: Hooray!
Azhure: This is it, the final part of this chapter. Thank you for reading thus far.
Voice: And now I will what you will do to her…
Azhure: Oh, and I noticed the plothole in chapter 11 due to changing Darc with Will which will setback this chapter until part 2, so I revised the former.
Voice: Huh..? Wait! You’re going to- (more…)
The noble has watched the battle and gave a speech to the rest of his army shaken by your arrival. Whatever he said, it boosted their morale and went back to their barracks to prepare something. (Miriel) (more…)
“W-What in the Black Mist is this!?” In the backline, another rifleman exclaimed, others looked at what got their fellow rifleman so spooked: the beheaded corpses of their men. (more…)
Azhure: I’m much more comfortable writing straightforward fight scenes. Plus some lore. (more…)
Azhure: Another lore piece that you need to read. Still tied to the story. (more…)
Azhure: Recent events in my private life made me insensible if I uploaded yesterday as scheduled. (more…)