The latest footage of the ghoul-driven disaster was being played at the Black Tortoise Guild’s Second Management Department.0

“Hmm. Where have I seen this before?” Lee Yeongho, the head of the department, watched the drone footage of the large-scale disaster and was deeply lost in thought.0

He had paused the video on a frame that showed three hunters with black wings soaring toward a hive. Among them were two unmistakable figures, Lim Taegyu and Baek Miho, both renowned hunters impossible to overlook. The issue lay with the remaining individual. The identity of this third hunter was a mystery to him.0

“The White Tigers and the Fiends are keeping a tight grip on information,” Yeongho said.1

“It seems that way, sir. Reporters have been digging for answers, but they are keeping their lips firmly shut.”0

“That means…” Yeongho and the junior hunter exchanged nods of conviction. “They haven’t recruited this hunter yet.”0

“It seems that way. If he already agreed to join one of the guilds, there would be no need to hide it. If anything, they’d be using him to promote their guild.”0

“Of course. The ability to create wings is rare.”0

Since creating wings wasn’t a known...0