Arknightsfanfic Stories

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In the chaos of Victoria's civil unrest, mercenaries go where armies won't. Maorix is one of them - a Sarkaz survivor with a sharp blade, crackling lightning Arts, and no illusions about heroism. For years, he's lived by a simple rule: don't get involved, don't get attached. But when a routine job spirals into something far more dangerous, Maorix finds himself drawn into a conflict that refuses to leave him alone. A war is brewing. Old weapons are resurfacing. And the line between survival and purpose begins to blur. He never asked for a cause. He might not have a choice.