Return of the Legendary Runesmith

"I don’t even know how to thank you," Athex said, standing before him with a faint smile tugging at his lips.

He had met a different version of this man before—Avirin, the older one. That Avirin was gruff, silent, and carried an unshakable belief in his own strength. He was quick to anger, and doubting him was like stepping into a lion’s den.

Athex had made that mistake once. He questioned Avirin’s ability—and for three whole years, the man refused to heed any of his requests. Not even when his people were in danger.

But this young man in front of him? He was different. Much more open, far easier to talk to.

Adrian took off his coat and shook his head. "Just focus on protecting your people. Until now, I thought you were just a soldier—someone fighting for a nation, defending his homeland from invaders. But now, I see things differently."

There was no sense of pride or accusation in his voice—just honesty.

"You’re not fighting for domination or glory. You’re fighting to survive. To protect the ones who are left. To keep going... even when everything is falling apart."

Athex sighed, brushing back his brown hair. "Well... I’ll do whatever I can—"

"Wait a second," Adrian cut in suddenly. "Why don’t you ask for help from the others on the server?"

He raised a valid point.

From what Adrian had seen, the members of the cross-dimensional group chat weren’t just ordinary people. They were strong—each of them a force in their own world.

Take Valor and Idiot, for example. Valor was an extraordinary swordsman with a rare gift—he could control every element, except Light. And Bella? She was the strongest Warden in her realm.