There was a reason why the Infernal Blade Corps had stirred into action.
It wasn't mere coincidence or aimlessness.
If one traced back the events, it started a few days ago.
The Sword Ghost, Daven, had received a "revelation" in a dream.
The successor of the Demonic Cult,
The Young Cult Leader, known also as the Heavenly Demon's Successor,
Had appeared in his vision.
The revelation was not some grandiose divine display,
But it was clear nonetheless.
The Ten Thousand Mountain Range,
And at its peak stood the Young Cult Leader,
Clad in his familiar, commanding presence.
While most of the vision was shrouded in hazy black mist,
Two areas stood out clearly—his left leg and right arm.
They weren't covered in the dark fog.
They were unmistakable.
The same features Daven remembered from his youth,
Belonging to his young lord.
"Ah… my lord… my Young Cult Leader…"
