In a world ravaged by seven years of relentless war, nations have crumbled and civilization teeters on the brink of extinction. The relentless Shadow Army, led by ancient and malevolent gods, has brought death and devastation, reducing once-proud cities to ruins. Amidst this chaos, a desperate alliance known as the Frontier emerges, uniting the remnants of humanity, demons, elves, and angels in a final bid for suvival. As the war grinds to a bloody stalemate, Alexander, a soldier haunted by the brutal realities of conflict, finds himself in the fortified city of Pingyao. Here, he encounters Dr. Jin, a mad scientist whose eccentric genius might hold the key to turning the tide. Dr. Jin reveals the harrowing history of the Shadow Gods and the legendary Eight Blades forged to that could destroy the universe and make everything cease to exist but also rewrite it. 

Where the clash of steel and gun powered echoes through desolate landscapes and the cries of the fallen pierce the air like daggers, brutality reigns supreme. Blood flows freely, staining the earth crimson as warriors meet in deadly combat, their every strike infused with the raw fury of battle.

Amidst the chaos, Alexander stands as a soldier, his sword cut down foes. Each blow he delivers is rage of violence, cutting through flesh and bone with merciless precision. Limbs are severed, bodies rent asunder, as Alexander's wrath knows no bounds.

Doing the great battle 7 years ago against Azrael, Eve mysteriously disappeared in turn cause the apocalypse. Across the wasteland, survivors cuts a swath of destruction upon one another, blood flowing like river with the bodies of men, women, and children, with each day leaving a trail of carnage.

As the battle rages on, the intensity of the violence only grows, each combatant driven by a primal urge to survive at any cost. Bodies pile up like cordwood, the stench of death hanging heavy in the air as the clash of steel continues unabated.

In this crucible of bloodshed, there is no room for mercy or remorse. Only the strong survive, their will forged in the fires of war, their hearts hardened by the brutality of combat. And in the end, only the victor will emerge from the fray, their triumph measured in the bodies of the fallen.

by ancient grudges, "Lost Honor" follows the journey of Eve, a once-powerful warrior stripped of her abilities and thrust into a conflict of cosmic proportions. As she navigates the treacherous landscape of alliances and betrayals, Eve grapples with lost memories and the burden of mortality, haunted by the ghosts of her past.

Amidst the chaos, a mysterious figure known as Erebus plots to conquer Earth, unveiling a sinister plan that could spell doom for all. With the fate of the world hanging in the balance, Eve must confront her own demons and forge unlikely alliances in a desperate bid to save humanity.

As old enemies resurface and new threats emerge, Alexander & Eve's journey becomes a relentless horror of tragedies of blood and death.

The once-great marble halls of the Star Council were unrecognizable. Lights flickered. Banners of peace lay shredded on the bloodstained floor. The massive council table was shattered. Bodies of council members—some torn, some burned, others twisted in impossible shapes—littered the ground like discarded puppets.


Victoria entered the ruined hall, red eyes glowing in the dim light, a playful smirk on her face as her boots stepped in blood without hesitation.


At the far end of the throne room sat Law—her true master—calmly reclining on a throne made of twisted star-metal and bone. His silver hair glimmered. His face, unreadable. In one hand, he held a teacup, steam rising gently from it. His other hand rested on the armrest, stained with dried blood.


Around him stood three figures like symbols of doom itself:


Leviathan, in his towering humanoid dragon form, stood silent, scales pulsing with molten energy.


Li Wei, the newest among them. His long silver hair was tied back, his sharp golden eyes reflecting nothing but contempt. Wearing black and jade robes lined with celestial dragon motifs.


And Ghost, arms crossed, trench coat swaying despite no wind, his mask hiding everything but the coldness of intent.


He gestured casually to the corpses strewn around the hall.


"I like to keep things efficient. The old council… well, they were limiting."


Victoria giggled darkly, stepping over a twitching body.


Law leaned forward slightly, resting the cup on a small table made of starmetal.


"I'd like you to meet your new comrades."


He extended a hand, palm up, towards the three living nightmares before him.


The room darkened slightly, almost as if reacting to the mere mention of their names.


"This war is just about to become very… interesting."


He raised the teacup again to his lips.


Chapter 87 - closer to the end