Inside a large castle, or so it appeared considering its bath in countless formations, a being with a twisted expression was sitting in a lotus posture, eyes closed, as if meditating.
The air around him reeked of death, showing he had killed his fair share of people, and because of that, he now exuded the aura of a killer.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and blood came out of them.
His mouth and nose weren't spared either. This brought him intense pain, one that made him twist his expression as if he had been struck by a truck.
"Kent Madson."
He gritted his teeth, saying that.
"I will kill you." His tone was dull and cold, showing how determined he was.
He was a Level 8 Sovereign and the leader of one of the most elite yet dangerous assassin organizations on the human continent.
Just now, an affiliate of his organization, the Grim Brothers assassin unit, had been murdered. He knew that simply because of the soul marks he left on them vanished.
He had those on all his men.
