“...What do you mean, what are we doing? Are you here to pick a fight with the Immortal Council? Not even the emperor himself would stoop so low to act like you’re acting right now.”0

“Huh… Maybe that’s true,” Karyl replied nonchalantly, disregarding Nain Darhon’s rebuke. 0

“The emperor values human lives less than you do. He wouldn’t bat an eye over something like this. But to erase a settlement of that size... At least three hundred people must have lived there. To just wipe them out without even a trace… Are you even human?”0

“...?”0

“I’ve only seen such a thing once in my lifetime. And it’s not magic.”0

“What nonsense are you talking about?”0

Nain Darhon looked at Karyl as if he were speaking nonsense.0

The first Tarak, Blood.0

High-rank dungeons always had lesser dungeons as precursors, and Pharel was no different. Before the tower unleashed the Tarak on the continent following the Oracle prophecy, there had been ten instances of Tarak baring their fangs upon the world. 0

They called them the Ten Disasters…0

Those terrifying monsters—true calamities for...0