"Blood Duke..."
On this land, a terrifying werewolf legend has been spreading recently. Its strength is overwhelming; ordinary fighters are no match for it, not even for a single round. The federal government has put out a hefty bounty, and bounty hunters keep coming in droves... but all return empty-handed.
Blood Duke is skilled in the Art of Shapeshifting.
Normally, it conceals its aura, hiding among crowds.
Or sometimes it takes the form of a small dog, harmless to humans and animals.
A moment later, a hunched figure gazed at the moon, licking blood from the corner of its mouth, one hand holding a fighter's head, drinking from it as if sipping watermelon juice.
Its appearance is no different from a werewolf.
Blood Duke looked toward the East, eyes icy cold.
