"I never thought I'd see something like this in my lifetime," the hunter took a deep breath, feeling as if he had wasted his life.
Both as a hunter and as a human being.
But all those were his choices, so he had no reason to complain.
The highest honor for a Demon Hunter is to slay an ancient god; yet he knew all too well their immense power.
Such power that humanity could never match. If one encounters such a powerful and dreadful creature, death is inevitable.
Before him, countless hunters have perished on the path to slaughtering an ancient god, and this trend won't cease even after him.
Only he knew that such anomalies, fundamentally speaking, are nightmares.
In their face, no one possesses the ability to resist, yet the numbers of these ancient gods are, by nature, limited.
Moreover, most of them are sealed away or slumbering.
