He saw Pialu below the mountains. Flickering torches revealed parts of the city’s landscape in this darkness. 

Glen glowered at the city—it was a complete eyesore as it stood intact when monsters should have stomped and destroyed it. Furthermore, the city’s citizens who called and cheered Zich’s name whenever they had the chance annoyed him. Glen wanted to destroy the city‌.

‘If I get the chance, I will demolish this place and not leave even a single pebble behind.’ The fact that they praised the name of another instead of a true hero like him made them deserve such destruction.

Stomp! Glen heard footsteps from behind him and turned around. People were approaching him from behind in this darkness. They were all robed figures with their hoods heavily pressed down over their faces. They were clearly Glen’s subordinates, but the aura they gave off was different from the robed figures that had appeared before.

“Master.” The person standing in the front stepped forward and took his robe off. 

“What is it, Ultel?” Ultel was the one who had met Glen near the area where Zich’s party’s statues were at Vioulwin. He had also been at the ruin where the World Tree was located. Although Glen treated the robed figures mostly...