Brave Ones!
We are happy to present a new issue of the Developer's Diary!
For those who crave to know what changes and innovations await the world of Singoru in the near future, we are ready to lift the veil of mystery.
In this new issue, we will tell you about one of the new heroes appearing in the Pure Soul Portal, as well as the rework of Jabir and a new summoned creature.
New Hero – Singward
Singward was a paladin from the Priory Temple in the mountains of Snowdonia — a place where cold and rain were more reliable than prayers. His goddess had no name, and that seemed to suit everyone just fine. No name — fewer arguments.
He wasn’t a fanatic. He did what he was told: punished, burned, scourged. Not out of cruelty, but out of practicality — in the 13th century, there wasn’t much of a choice. His faith was as straight as the road to the gallows: the goddess gave an order, he obeyed. Doubts were for those who lived to old age.
One day, he was ordered to eliminate a peasant who proclaimed himself “the goddess’s son.” Singward silently donned his black armor, took up his axe, and walked out the door.
And tripped. On a wet stone by the threshold.
The axe slipped. The blade tilted upward. He fell — straight onto it. No battle, no glory. Only rusted metal and a stupid end.
But death is not always the finale. Sometimes it’s just a scene change.
Singward awoke in another world. Neither light nor dark accepted him. He was devoured by the Aether — silent, ancient, as if the very air remembered him. It gave him a body — familiar, but changed. Power was no longer granted from above. It lived within him.
Now his strikes didn’t just cut — they shattered. The blood of enemies flowed endlessly, as if it no longer believed in healing. Wounds wouldn’t close, fear preceded pain. Singward became faster, sharper, and his signature move — a circular axe slash — became a dance of death. Swift, bloody, efficient.
But the most terrifying thing was his blood.
If he was wounded, it came alive. It ran along the ground, waiting. If an enemy stepped into it — the torment began. Old scars reopened, new ones appeared by themselves. And Singward — healed. As if every strike filled him, and every drop returned with interest.
— “Thank you, my lady… for this rebirth,” — he whispered.
What did he mean? New flesh? New strength? Or the old right to be cruel?
No one asked. And it was better that way.
The Cyber Paladin Who Kept His Faith!
In Singoru, where enemies outnumber fields of grain, Singward fought tirelessly. His axe shattered flesh as stubbornly as he himself — without rage, without mercy. Faith remained in him, but it no longer needed words. Only action.
But even strength born not of gods but of man has its limit. That day, the monsters didn’t come as an army — but as a storm. There were too many. Even he couldn’t withstand them.
He fell, drenched in blood, as consciousness faded. Somewhere in the darkness, he glimpsed a man with silver hair and glass over one eye. A voice echoed like a tomb. Light. Pain. Then — nothing.
He awoke in a new body.
Before him stood that man — his name was Nicolas. A scientist. He had found Singward nearly dead and rebuilt him — bone by bone, thought by thought. The ordinary body was gone. In its place — armor. Cold, intricate, alien. Without it, Singward died. Inside it — he lived.
At first, the body wouldn’t obey. Metal wasn’t skin. Movements were jerky. The axe — as if held by new hands. But in time, he learned not just to use the armor — but to be it.
Singward didn’t become someone else. He simply stopped being limited. His soul remained unchanged — faithful, straight as a blade. And his faith, having passed through two deaths, grew stronger.
He was ready for battle once more. The shell had changed — but not the essence. He was still the same paladin. Only now — alive against all odds.
Hero Rework – Jabir
Jabir was once hailed as the greatest master of living flame — until Roxy appeared. A young demoness, gifted with fiery power without a single day of training. Her natural talent surpassed all of Jabir’s achievements, earned through years of dedication — and it was an unbearable humiliation.
In search of a new weapon, he turned to ancient legends of a powerful artifact granting dominion over fire. His journey led him through dense forests, icy mountains, and even a gloomy graveyard, where he met the Headless Thomas.
Finally, in the desert lands that had swallowed many a brave soul, Jabir discovered an ancient temple. After many battles with its guardians, he found an unusual lamp. When he wiped away the dust, a blazing spirit appeared, scorching his eyebrows.
The spirit called itself Ifrit, and offered not three wishes — but something greater: the ability to summon its power in battle. But to fully unlock Ifrit’s might, Jabir had to find a special way to manifest himself in combat. Now he had a chance to prove that mastery earned through hardship could surpass any natural gift.
New Minion – Ifrit
In ancient scrolls, secret manuscripts, and tales passed by word of mouth, he is known by many names. Spirit of Fire, Lord of Flame, the True Djinn — all these titles are his, but only one name does he accept as true — Ifrit.
In lands scorched by relentless sun, where sands guard millennia-old secrets, legends of him are told. Some say he is the keeper of deepest desires, capable of granting the impossible. Others, trembling with fear, whisper that he is the harbinger of the world’s end, a spirit who will one day raise flames so great they will consume the world — to create a new, perfect one.
Ifrit is a child of primordial fire, a being whose very essence is flame. In battle, he is like the sun incarnate descending to earth. His attacks are not mere strikes, but torrents of pure flame, incinerating anyone who dares to stand in his path. Yet this is but a fraction of his power.
When Ifrit returns to his true form, when his strength peaks, he becomes the element of fire itself. His very presence is a storm of flame, able to reduce entire armies to ash. Any who draw near will face the full wrath of his fury — for to oppose him is to challenge the heart of fire itself.
In his eyes, eternity flickers. In his breath, the whisper of ancient times. He is the embodiment of power, wisdom, and wrath — a spirit whose name strikes fear even into the bravest. Ifrit, Lord of Flame, keeper of secrets and destroyer of worlds — the ancient Djinn whose name echoes across existence.
Star Coins
Important news for all Brave Ones!
We are almost finished with a complete rebalancing of the in-game market. A major change is coming your way very soon!
Star Coins — a reward for the bravest!
For now, they can be earned by defeating bosses in Hardcore Mode — prove your valor and claim what you deserve! But this is only the beginning: in the future, Star Coins will become part of another unique mode... details coming soon!
Very soon it will be time to show your strength! Prove you are worthy of these rare rewards. Let the stars bear witness to your feats!
That's all for now! Stay tuned — there's much more exciting news ahead! In the meantime, share your thoughts and expectations in the comments. Onward, Brave Ones!