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 trade-galleon docked beneath towering stone cliffs carved into the shape of beasts long forgotten. Massive banners fluttered above the port — crimson, gold, and bone-white — each bearing the sigil of Clawfang, the capital city of the Beastmen Continent.


The moment Division 10 stepped onto land, Synoh felt it again.


"This place doesn't reject humans… but it doesn't welcome them either."


The noble caravan was escorted through the city streets. Beastmen of all kinds lined the roads — lionkin, wolfkin, lizardfolk, tigerkin — their eyes sharp, curious, sometimes openly distrustful.


At the city's heart stood Clawfang Citadel, a fortress grown from black stone and monster bone, crowned with massive horns that pierced the sky.


Waiting for them was the ruler himself.


Seated upon a throne of carved obsidian was Lord Ragnar Ironmane, High Lord of Clawfang — a towering lionkin with a mane streaked in silver, his presence alone pressing down like gravity.


"Captain Elara of the Human Kingdom. You stand on sacred ground."


"We come under oath of peace, my lord. Escort duty only."


Ragnar's golden eyes scanned Division 10 — lingering briefly on Ursa… then Dred… then Synoh.


Ragnar studied him for a long moment — then laughed deeply.


"Good. You don't avert your eyes. Strength recognizes strength."


Lord Eryndor cleared his throat nervously.


"Your Lordship, we thank you for hosting us during the festival—"


"Your escort will remain within the lower district. Any knight who causes trouble will answer to me."


Then Ragnar smiled — sharp and dangerous.


"But… I sense something interesting among your ranks."


"Enjoy Clawfang, Captain. The arena reveals truth."


As Division 10 exited the citadel, the tension finally released.


"Why does it feel like we're prey… and guests at the same time?"


"That lord wasn't joking. Strength really does decide everything here."


"Be careful. Beastmen respect power — but they challenge it too."


That evening, Clawfang buzzed with preparation. Massive banners were raised. Arena drums echoed through the city. Fighters sharpened claws and blades alike.


Yet beneath the celebration, something felt wrong.


Fel's voice dropped to a warning whisper.


"You're not the only one watching this city."


"Something ancient is stirring… and it's not part of the festival."


From a high balcony overlooking the arena, a shadow shifted.


Two glowing eyes watched Division 10 disappear into the crowd.


"…So the son of Synix walks among beasts."


And somewhere beneath Clawfang, something began to wake.


Chapter 92 - Beneath Claws and Crowns