"Ahhhhh!!"
As the wind blew down the Undergod River, the sounds of heart-boiling screams born from sweat and iron resounded on the banks of the river.
Fire, blood, heat, and the world's most dreadful feeling.
**Death.**
"Who… what the hell is going on?" A brutish, bare-chested man with a long sword exited a tent with worry on his face. A minute ago, they were relaxing and having the time of their lives with beautiful women and bounty…
All of a sudden, things changed. A sword came cleaving down through his tent in an attempt to take his life, and although he managed to escape, the two beauties by his side couldn't say the same. They had died pitifully.
"Boss, we need to get out of here," a young man rushed forward and grabbed the brutish man by the arm, pulling him.
