MAGAJIN WILBAFOS BOOK 1

About this Novel

At around noon, on a hill's second floor, three individuals dashed through a dense, dark forest. Two of them were clad in crimson armor, urging their horses forward, while the middle one donned unique armor that glistened like the surface of a boat on water. Despite the fatigue etched on their faces, their resilience and determination shone through, and their speed remained undeterred. One of them opened his mouth to speak, revealing parched lips, indicating they hadn't had water for a long time. "Leader, what should we do?" he inquired, glancing back into the darkness where they had fled. Despite the sun shining high in the sky, the darkness behind them seemed to grow even deeper, adding to the mysterious atmosphere. The middle figure, with closed eyes, had an ominous black sword symbol in the place of his right eye, evoking an aura of sorrow. The three warriors pressed on, reaching a cave where they took a moment to catch their breath. Moments later, other figures emerged around them, their faces covered, but their eyes emanating a piercing light that defied the darkness around them.