The Tower Spirit's gaze dimmed for a moment as if rifling through ancient memories. Then it nodded. "He did."
Max's eyes narrowed.
The spirit's voice deepened, echoing with age-old weight. "The original master once spoke of a war. A war between the Devils and the Gods in the Origin World—the true cradle of existence. That war shook even the Divine Realm, and in its chaos, a single drop of blood fell. A drop of blood from an Origin Devil itself. That blood pierced through countless realms until it landed here, in this world. Because of that one drop, the demons—who were already enemies of humanity in the Divine Realm—turned their gaze upon this small Mortal World. They invaded to seize the True Origin Devil Blood."
Max stiffened, his eyes widening faintly. "A war between devils and gods…?" His voice cracked with astonishment. "And you're saying all of this—every battle, every death—happened just because of a single drop of blood?"
