Caria Knights, a unique and dazzling radiance in the Lands Between.
They were not mere warriors, but spellblade knights who united the orthodox magic of the Carian Royal Family with consummate martial skill. Their origins could be traced to the honeymoon period when the Carian Royal Family and Raya Lucaria Academy ruled together-an age before magic and swordsmanship diverged, when knowledge and power still intertwined.
Their rigorous selection and training made Caria Knights exceedingly rare. Fewer than twenty were said to be officially registered. Though some Trolls had also been knighted, that was more a political measure by the Queen of the Full Moon to win over nonhuman races. Strictly speaking, those towering, spellcasting Trolls in Caria Helmets were merely special recruits to the order-the so-called "Troll Knights."
True Caria Knights had to master Glintstone Sorcery at the Academy while honing martial skills of steel within the Caria Royal Knights. Only a gifted few could command both legacies, wielding staff and sword together on the battlefield. Yet as the Carian Royal Family declined, these knights fell one after another. Those who survived became legends, silently mourning a glorious age long gone.
Now, a Caria Knight named Moongrum stood in the Tarnished's way.
The next instant, this living legend was sent flying by a sword strike, his back crashing into a wall and leaving a web of cracks.
Moongrum was surprised, though not entirely so-without some ability, how could this opponent have fought his way here?
He rose and shook off the rubble. "You're strong."
"So are you." The Tarnished paused his assault. "I mean no offense to the queen. I'm only going to the Grand Library to find the Academy's Primes."
"I cannot trust an invader's words." Moongrum shook his head, then added, "Besides, the Primes are not in the