A fierce wind blows.

A cold gust emanates from the massive sword that Valak wields. It was unmistakable—his blade was sharper than during their first encounter.

Yuria and Mikhail swallowed hard as they watched Valak walk towards the battlefield.

"Move, youngsters." "..." "Keep your past mistakes buried and press forward."

Valak moved lightly towards the battlefield, leaving a trail of thick bloodstains behind him.

—Why are you…!

His stride was ruthless, truly embodying the path of a conqueror.

"...Ruin."

A small voice echoed in Ruin’s ear as he ran, almost out of breath.

"...Damn it."

He came …