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 full moon peeked through shredded clouds, casting a pale light over the mist-covered mountains. The air was cold. Too quiet.


Half of Division 7 and Division 10 were sent for nighttime patrol—led by senior knights and accompanied by both captains' trusted vice captains.


Meth, gripping her staff tightly, walked stiffly beside Dred. Her face was pale, eyes darting at every rustle in the leaves.


Dred smirked. "What, scared of rabbits?"


Meth glared. "No! But… if a ghost pops out, I'm hiding behind you!"


She suddenly gripped Dred's arm tightly, making him stumble.


Dred (blushing): "O-Oi! That's not proper formation!"


Meth: "Shut up. If I die, I'm haunting you."


Aloy chuckled from behind. "You're already haunting him, just with love."


Further up the patrol line, Synoh and Lux walked side by side. The light from Lux's orb magic floated above them, softly illuminating their path.


Synoh: "Hard to believe… we're doing joint patrols now."


Lux nodded. "Times change. We're not students anymore."


Lux (quietly): "By the way… did you hear about Yuta?"


Lux: "He left Division 9. Said he couldn't grow stronger there. He's training with his father now… taming monsters."


Synoh (surprised): "…He really left?"


Lux smiled faintly. "Not surprising. You know him. His strength comes from connection… not orders."


Lux (smirking): "He'll come back stronger than us. Just wait."


The night was shattered by a piercing scream echoing through the mist.


Jack (Vice Captain of Division 7): "Sound came from the western ridge!"


Knights sprinted toward the sound. Meth clung tighter to Dred, and even Aloy drew his sword with urgency. Elara and Alistair rushed from the rear guard position to regroup.


The mist began to thin—revealing a patrol squad trembling in fear.


Weapons scattered. One knight on the ground, paralyzed with wide eyes. Others held their comrades who had collapsed, twitching.


A set of footprints… but no one there.


Captain Alistair whispered: "No blood. No wounds. But they're terrified."


Everyone stood in stunned silence as the wind howled again, colder than before.


Chapter 69 - The Mist Watches