Somewhere in the infinite dark void...
A figure, drenched in blood, emerged from the shadows. He looked very distressed. He sprinted frantically, attempting to escape from an unseen threat.
He continued running with all his might, pushing his speed to the maximum. Simultaneously, he repeatedly glanced over his shoulder, looking back, as if ensuring that no one was pursuing him.
Only when he was certain that no one was in pursuit did he come to a stop, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath, gasping heavily.
After some time, as he regained composure, he retrieved a broken ring. His eyes glistened with moisture as he whispered, "Master, didn't you inform me that a person with my surname would soon enter my life? Someone with the Bloodline of Calamity, just like mine. You assured me that by tightly holding his hand, I could easily achieve my dream!" [Ref- Ch 273.]
