Head Eater, Ubank. He brought along his two loyal hunting dogs and the small bundle on his back.
Traveling light, he walked out of his tent.
The way he was all packed up made people wonder if this guy had prepared in advance.
Outside the tent, just earlier he had promised a hefty bounty on the high platform, inciting cheers from a group of bloodthirsty thugs.
But now, no one cared about the high platform that symbolized leadership.
This group of thugs was scared out of their wits.
They started yelling and running around like headless chickens, even getting so nervous as to think about attacking one another.
This is what is called "camp chaos."
In the ancient world of Lann's homeland, it was termed as "camp panic."
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Ubank clicked his tongue, watching regretfully as his camp descended into chaos.
He had no intention of stepping out to re-establish command.
That ghost-like Demon Hunter was still slaughtering indiscriminately.
Still slaughtering!
