Night fell over Mount Bonhwang like a velvet curtain, soft and silent. Yet, within its folds, death moved. High above the fortress, unseen eyes peered from the treetops. The Iron Arrow Regiment had arrived.
Known only in whispers, they were Daeso’s most ruthless assassins—men trained from childhood to kill without sound, without mercy. Cloaked in black, faces masked, they descended the mountain with the wind.
💬 Why Your Support Matters Every story I write is a journey—crafted with passion, late nights, and the dream of bringing unforgettable characters and emotions to life. If you've enjoyed my stories and want to see more chapters, deeper adventures, and even better quality in the future, your support can help make that possible. My goal is to grow this storytelling journey into something bigger: to publish consistently, improve production quality, and eventually create full series that inspire and captivate. But I can’t do it alone. Your support—whether it's a kind message, sharing my work, or helping financially—directly fuels the creative process. It allows me to dedicate more time to writing, improve my tools, and keep every chapter exciting, emotional, and alive. If my stories have ever made you feel something… please consider supporting. Every bit helps me keep writing—and dreaming. Let’s keep the story going… together.
Write a comment ...