บท 1289: Sword Saint

"Congratulations, Ollie! You won first place!"

An excited voice welcomed a ten year old boy, congratulating him on what he had achieved. 

Under the awe of many, the young boy had won the Sword Tournament dedicated to the juniors of his faction, claiming the championship after beating hundreds of other kids three to five years older than him. Moreover, this was the third time the boy had achieved this.

A protege, with both extraordinary talent and a hard-working personality; that's what everyone saw in his small figure.

For him, he did all those to bring honor to his family, to his clan and to his faction.

However, it was as if fate no longer smiled at him. As he was on his way back from the tournament, he found out his home was gone. In that instant, all thoughts of his proud achievement disappeared.

His entire clan along with half of the continent disappeared without trace, as if the god took one big chunk of it away.