After defeating the Sand Demon, Kael headed north.
It was said that the northern kingdoms were known for their wars… and their legends.
After miles of walking, he finally spotted a city.
Lively, noisy—almost too noisy.
But the moment he stepped near the gate, he was surrounded by thieves.
— Where do you think you're going? one of them growled.
— You're the unlucky ones, Kael replied calmly.
The bandits laughed.
— Unlucky? Look at you. Dressed like that, you must have something worth taking.
Kael seemed distant, as if he wasn't even listening.
The bandits thought he was scared.
He stepped forward.
One pulled out a knife. Then another. They rushed him—
—and dropped to the ground. Unconscious.
Without even looking back, Kael walked toward the city.
— I feel a strange energy... here.
He rented a room, then went out to eat.
In the tavern, everyone was talking about one name:
> The Dreadmorne Family Estate.
Curious, Kael made his way there.
As he stood at the gates, a familiar sensation surged through him. That strange energy again.
Suddenly—
Fffshhh!
A sword sliced through the air, grazing his face at blinding speed.
Kael stepped back.
— That sword… escaped my senses. It could've hurt me.
The blade stuck in the ground, trembled... then shot back into the estate.
It flew through a window.
A shadowy figure watched Kael from above.
Then vanished.
Night was falling.
Kael returned to the inn.
Before entering, he whispered:
— I, Kael… have been wounded. I will return.