Deep in the mountains of Karst Valley State, a group of Stoneborn powerhouses had converged on the same stretch of wilderness.
They'd gone in with twenty-five.
Now there were only eight left.
The man leading them was so furious his jaw kept tightening like it might crack—but all that rage had nowhere to go. It just churned in his chest, useless.
Because the second his mind flashed back to that figure—the one who'd casually killed their companion with a single punch—his whole body betrayed him. A hard, involuntary shiver ran through his spine.
On the continent of Eldoria, he'd seen strong.
He'd just never seen that kind of strong. No skillshow. No fancy techniques. Just simple, brutal force.
"What do we do, boss?" one of the men asked. "Do we head back?"
"Head back for what?" the leader snapped, eyes dark. "If we drag that thing back with us, who in our clan can handle it!?"
