The wraith of the centaur was truly filled with boundless killing intent at this very moment. He roared as he charged directly toward this place. Originally, he was wandering in the Underworld, hunting those drifting lonely souls and devouring them to grow stronger. Compared to countless wraiths without awakened consciousness, he was lucky. Through countless acts of devouring, he developed his own awareness, understanding that hunting would make him stronger, rather than behaving like those mindless, ignorant beasts that have no clue what to do.
At this moment, he was on the desolate plains, preparing to hunt a ghostly soul.
But suddenly, something extraordinary happened not far from him. Thunder, unique to the Underworld, erupted without warning, sending waves of fear through him. However, once the thunder passed, he felt a sudden yearning!
