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Kashan, the capital of the Lorilan Kingdom, still stands after surviving a siege against a million-strong Darktouched army and a gods damned Legendary Black Dragon. Despite their massive win, the world of Halanor is still overrun by Darktouched enemies. The Emperor of Talna himself has turned to the Darkness, and Kashan is the last bastion of Light left in the world after the Protectorate abandoned them. Calder is determined to banish the Darkness from Halanor and take back every single city that has fallen to the Dark.

I can't take it anymore. This curse, this undead curse… It makes it so every moment is nothing but pure torment. I need to keep busy, to take my mind off of it and alleviate the pain. More than that, I need to find a way to rebuild my powers after I was tricked by my own allies, slain, and reborn. I can't return to the human lands yet. The pact of non-aggression still stands. This leads me to accept a contract that will bring me to the land of the Witch Elves. A place where great dangers lurk—demons and abominations— but also tremendous power.

The Swordmaster's hand clenches into a fist. Before going to war, the five friends seek the magic spear. Without warning, the small and the inconspicuous are faced with almost impossible tasks.

After defending the Sanctum, hearth and home of the Jackal Sect, Luca and his disciples have worked hard to establish a foothold on their little island. The Skalds remain undealt with, however, and the Wylish folk face an unforgiving winter. Without the meat and herbs Luca harvested, many would have already died from starvation and sickness. And the cold will only deepen with time. Luca's shouldered a monstrous burden. In addition to extending his protection to the exiles, the cultivator has taken on a most improbable task: raising the nascent Jackal Sect to a position of power.

On a snowy New Year's Eve, Fennrick negotiates one last hurrah in a seedy internet cafe, but at the stroke of midnight, he receives a tantalizing invitation: "You have been invited to join the Tutorial." And when presented with the available difficulty levels, he makes the obvious choice: Hell. Soon, Fennrick finds himself in frenzied, violent combat, and it's a toss-up as to which he'll lose first: his life or what little sanity he has left. With his criminal record, estranged family, and nonexistent future, he's ready to accept death.

Her past—a single nightmare. A look into her future shows: it could be even worse. She does everything she can to change it. The prince has lost his father, his home castle, and his land. He is rich only in enemies. King Schohtar's superior force storms the last wall. No artifact and no magic will help against it this time.

Having survived the trials of the dungeon and embraced the unbridled magic of Premar, Knox has ascended from a humble woodcutter to the revered Titan of Light. But with great power comes even greater challenges. As the guardian of new lands under the Titan System, Knox must navigate a treacherous path filled with monsters that lurk in the shadows, cunning pirates seeking to plunder his domain, and an onslaught of the undead threatening to overrun his territories.

Incursions through the Divided Realms continue to pick up. Ryan seems to have escaped from those who summoned him, but could it be that they're just letting him out on a longer leash? Even if he can escape them, he can't escape the monsters who are spreading through the realms. Worse, his shadow is filled with all types of spidery things, and doesn't want to let him out of her sight. Crazy can be good right?

"Congratulations! You are the last survivor of the Hell Games. You have gained back your freedom." Huh? One moment I was running from demons and other competitors trying to do me in. The next, I was thrown back into yet another realm. Before me, some Princess started explaining that she had asked the gods for champions to help save her world in these dire times… and I was one of the chosen heroes. Yeah, right! I had been in Hell long enough to know I shouldn't trust my senses when it all seemed too good to be true.