In the Great Swamp, it always seems to be the same scene: rotting fallen leaves, corroded dead wood, and green bubbles rising on the swamp's surface.
The surroundings are silent, even the demon beasts have hidden themselves, not making a single sound.
But suddenly, a shadow broke the tranquility here.
The man squatted down, poking a drop of blood remaining on the ground with his finger, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.
He walked forward, his body slowly disappearing, like a chameleon, concealing himself in the surrounding environment.
As an assassin of the Yama Hall, he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of chasing down prey.
Especially when he cornered his prey to the brink of despair, then savored the despair and sadness on their faces, it was the most wonderful thing in the world.
He tracked along the bloodstains and finally arrived at a thicket of brambles, where a white torn cloth hung on a thorn, clearly caught and ripped during passage.
