Towering walls surrounded the city of the Gayami tribe. Yu Il-Shin personally built it to be unbreachable by imperial troops, ensuring the safety of his vulnerable followers.0

Yet, those walls were powerless against the catastrophic disaster that had befallen them.0

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Countless white flakes fell from the sky, as mesmerizing as the first snow. Little did they know, it was raining deadly poison. 0

Those who inhaled it vomited blood and collapsed to the ground. At the root of it all was a handsome yet cruel man flying in the clear blue sky.0

He was the Poison Sword Buttor, one of the Ten Swords of the Empire. His prowess as a one-man army was acknowledged even by the emperor. Once, the emperor even offered Buttor the title of duke, only for him to refuse. His reason was that he preferred to serve his goddess, Arachne, instead.0

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-Unfathomable. You’re a powerful man, capable of annihilating an...0