Synopsis:

In the war-scarred land of Eldoria, where ancient powers sleep and kingdoms tremble beneath political unrest, a boy named Synoh Vindral rises from tragedy.

Once a hunted child fleeing with his dying mother, Synoh’s only companion was a mysterious black wolf named Fel, the son of the legendary beast Fenrir. Trained in secret by a nameless knight—his own father in disguise—Synoh grows into a prodigious swordsman, mastering the elusive Shadow Dance style and carrying the burden of a forgotten prophecy.

At the prestigious Knight Academy, Synoh meets Lux Alaric, a noble and fellow prodigy who dreams of changing the world. Together, they forge a brotherhood tested by rivalries, betrayals, bloodshed, and the heavy cost of leadership.

As dark forces awaken and the ancient prophecy looms, Synoh must uncover the secrets of his origin — and decide whether he will rise as Eldoria’s savior... or become the harbinger of its destruction.

In a world on the brink of chaos, the howl of destiny cannot be silenced.

The path back to base was long but peaceful, the forests around them humming with the songs of early birds and rustling leaves. Division 10 walked in a loose formation, talking, teasing, and resting after their victory in Virelia.


"You absolute meathead—stop calling me your servant!"


Synoh gritted his teeth, dark mana flickering in his palm.


Dred, walking with his hands behind his head, just smirked.


"What? I carried you half-dead after that Sloth guy. That makes me your superior now."


Meth, walking beside them, sighed with a laugh.


"Captain, I thought you two hated each other?"


Dred grinned. "Nah, he's good now. Solid guy. Just happens to be my subordinate now, right Synoh?"


"Say that again and I'll shove a drill where the sun don't shine!" Synoh snapped, trying to chase him.


Laughter broke out among the recruits and a few seniors. Even Aloy, who usually kept quiet, chuckled under his breath.


But Ursa, arms crossed, walked silently ahead of them. Her brow twitched.


"Tch... getting all chummy like this after one mission... I still don't like him."


Up front, Captain Elara rode her armored mount calmly—eyes half-closed, seemingly unbothered.


A silver-feathered messenger bird swooped down, landing neatly on Elara's forearm.


She read the scroll tied to its leg. Her expression sharpened.


"New orders." Her voice cut through the air like a blade.


"Division 10, we're not going back to base just yet. We've been reassigned immediately to a new mission. No rest."


Synoh, brushing his cloak, muttered, "What's the situation?"


"A border town near the edge of the Cran Empire has gone dark. No signals. No trade. No response to magic communication."


"This isn't just another village escort. We're walking into the unknown. Gear up. We move in thirty."


The laughter and teasing faded, replaced by focused eyes and tightened grips on weapons.


Chapter 65 - Orders in Motion