Klaus had spent his entire existence as a puppet, bound by the strings of fate. However, a miraculous turn of events granted him a fresh start. The remnants of his former constraints smoldered in the ashes of his past. Now, unshackled and determined, he resolved to forge his destiny according to his own desires. No one, not even a deity, would be spared if they dared obstruct his path. Klaus was ready to wield the sword of vengeance and carve his own fate in the annals of history.

The air in the shattered Eastern Tower chamber crackled, not with the lingering scent of destruction from Klaus's earlier sparring, but with a new, raw energy that vibrated deep in the bones. Dust motes, suspended in the faint moonlight, danced frantically, caught in the invisible currents of power. Klaus stood at the epicenter, his body a taut conduit, every nerve alight as he poured the boundless arcane energy from his core into the unassuming ring clasped in his hand. This wasn't a gentle coaxing; it was a furious, desperate demand, a torrent of pure will and power aimed at waking the ancient Arkdieu fragment.


Chapter 319 - The Resurgence of Greed