Another set of the damned monsters had been killed.
Kilikan swung his sword back into place as he saw the frozen oxen all turn into dust and disappear.
That was it, they were over. Just like that.
When had he come here? When had he fallen into this place?
He remembered it well still. The day that his entire world was turned upside down by a single notification window.
That entity named the apocalypse had destroyed everything in their world.
After many losses, he had amassed strength continuously, and crawling with his teeth each step of the way, he had reached the thirtieth scenario.
A chance came for him to go some other world.
It was a trip he would never forget. Under the tutelage of a wise sage, he had learned of the truth of the apocalypse, and of the existence named the Serafim.
The ones that he had to kill.
He returned with newfound determination.
