Chapter 181
A young man in all black walked slowly through the shattered streets of Serenya. His hair, perfectly split—half white, half black— was unmistakable. Everyone knew who he was.
Han, the leader of the Trydt Guild.
The young master of Serenya.
But today… he looked nothing like himself.
His face was pale, expressionless, drained of all emotion. He walked like a ghost—not with pride, not with strength, but with a weight so heavy it dragged his soul behind him. The street was still lined with ruins, barely beginning to recover from the chaos that had turned the once-beautiful city into a scarred battlefield.
As he passed by, the citizens—those brave enough to be outside—looked away. Some trembled.
Gone were the cheerful greetings, the warm waves.
Now, there was only fear.
They didn't see the young master anymore.
They saw a monster.
"Young Master…" a soft voice called.
