One after another, the organization's headquarters fell, as fear spread across the land.
The Masked Butcher…
The Blood King…
The Man With No Emotion…
The Lifeless, Blood-soaked Beast…
All kinds of names circulated for years as he became a legend.
People suffered, and the king was forced to intervene. But no matter who he sent, from Peak King Realm experts to even awakening royal ancestors at the Half-Step God Realm. Calus defeated them all with ease, leaving them alive only as a warning.
He became a myth used to scare children to sleep…
…and a nightmare that gave the organization sleepless nights.
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At that moment, inside a small inn…
A man placed a jagged sword on the table. It looked as though it had been crafted from bones.
He had a beard and appeared middle-aged. Handsome, yet rugged, he drew the attention of both young and old women as he calmly sipped his wine.
"Did you hear about what happened a few days ago?" one slightly drunk man asked his companion.
