Morning.
Boulevard Mountain.
Han Caldwell stood at the center of the Dark Moon Palace, draped in a white robe.
Seated below him were the People of Caldwell's family.
Among them were Hayden Caldwell and Olindo Caldwell.
These two had already become signature figures.
The sisters disliked being treated as commodities but had no choice.
"Everyone, today's grand event must not fail! Stay alert and let not even a fly slip through, understand?"
Han Caldwell held one hand behind his back, his tone icy!
He had been awake all night!
The severed limb showed no signs of regenerating.
Hands are crucial for a Martial Artist.
Having lost an arm, Han Caldwell's capabilities suffered a heavy blow.
Fortunately, the injury was only charred and hadn't worsened.
It suggested that the sword could sever his arm purely due to the material involved.
Nothing else.
Han Caldwell was transformed midway into an Undead Tribe member, not a native.
