The old mansion of the Luca Family was located in the outskirts of this city, once a place of grandeur and bustling activity.
However, since the Eleven Kings War, the family's power has rapidly declined, to the point where they couldn't maintain the mansion anymore. It was then sealed.
Tonight, the blue flames illuminate the night, lighting up what was once a magnificent courtyard.
Ancient warriors, wearing Mountain Pattern Armor, tightly gripping Mo blades, stared at the unusually tall figure at the door.
Standing at over two meters tall, his face possesses a strange triangular tattoo. His bare upper body is entwined by a thick iron chain.
The chain on both ends connects a mace and an axe head. The sparks produced by dragging it on the ground are unsettling.
"It's a Berserker! They...must have found us." If Luca didn't understand the situation now, he wouldn't be worthy of being a sorcerer.
