The training for the new knights of the Mills family was not to be taken lightly. It was a hell brought to the land of the livings.
That was the reason why whoever passed all the tests with great flying colors, then he will be granted success in his life and maybe further. However, if he were to fail, a curse worse than death will land into his body and soul.
No one knew the origin and reason of that curse, but one thing was sure, it will torture the owner till death.
"I didn't know you have time to be lazy, Henry," the bald man in a monk robe walked slowly inside the barracks, where only three individuals remained. Only those three had reached the seventh mission. "Why are you not sleeping, boy?"
Henry looked wasted, and thin. His face had many punches and his skin looked dried and almost frozen.
