Flap!

Countless banners rose into the air. The boy who was once a reckless scoundrel had grown to become one of the continent’s most renowned warriors.

Seated on a massive horse, he was flanked by a throng of rough-looking men.

Their attire varied wildly, as did their weapons. This was no ordinary army; they looked more like a ragtag band of outlaws.

But the aura they exuded was overwhelming, enough to shake the very earth.

Though the world was still steeped in despair, none of it registered in the mind of the Mercenary King.

His past regrets, melancholy, and feelings …