Darkness. Endless, suffocating darkness. Within it, an intense hatred churned, and this overflowing hatred refused to settle.0

Before, Long Chen had found peace in this very darkness—a soothing stillness that made him feel as though he had returned home. But now, it failed to calm the fury inside him. His hatred only grew, an uncontrollable force rising within his chest.0

A voice broke through the chaos, familiar and ancient. “Great nine star heir, I can sense your thirst for vengeance. Are you angry? It is time to settle the nine star Line’s ancient grudge. Put aside your doubts, and dye your hands red with the blood of your enemies. This world needs someone who can restore order—a hand that will wield a butcher’s blade...0