“The horror and terror you’ll feel will be beyond anything you can imagine. There’s a lot of ways to use what is used in horror films in guerilla warfare…” San muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, in the forest…

Heuk-Heuk-

Sedum, the regional leader of the ‘Sword’s Eye’ assassins clan, was breathing heavily. What was that? Was it a ghost? Sedum saw what happened in the camp and immediately withdrew. His judgment was quick.

Before taking a step back, he knew it was too late. A round, one-eyed monster was staring at him in the darkness. Its eyes were too bright. The monster’s gaze seemed to follow him wherever he went. A different type of nightmare began.

Sedum looked around. It was silent. All of his subordinates must have already been subdued. He took out his last remaining dagger.

His entire body was covered in bruises. Blood was dripping from his thighs and shoulders. It all happened within the last 10 minutes. The bright light that was following him from behind disappeared. The surrounding temperature dropped. He could vaguely make out the opponent’s silhouette. However, he hadn’t been able to see the enemy’s face. Based on her silhouette, he knew that his pursuer was a woman… other than a single...