'Till Death Do Us Part

At the age of sixteen, Maximilian Croix was pronounced dead.

Despite the Duke of Croix's extravagant funeral, the expensive flowers, and the sacred grave that the Duke hid from the public out of supposed grief, the only one who truly mourned for her was Riftan Calypse.

Five years later, when the dragon campaign for Sektor was at its most brutal peak, Riftan and his ranks were devastated and in badly need of support. How could a mere army of humans defeat the king of all monsters? It was a question Riftan was yet to answer. Everyday, their losses outweighed their victories.

Just when their spirits have dimmed, a glimmer of hope was seen in the horizon.

Nornui, the center towers of magic, sent more reinforcements in order to help the Allied Forces. The army was relieved at the sight of more food, supplies, and a barrage of the best sorcerers in the tower who could help with the extermination of Sektor and tip the battle in their favor.

As the troops celebrated, Riftan could only stare at the one wizard with the shockingly familiar red hair.