Within the dark forests surrounding the Shadow Sect, two men sat beside a quiet fire .. a faint source of light beneath the vast wing of night.
The land around them was utterly devastated, as though it had witnessed a brutal war involving thousands.
In truth, it was the aftermath of combat between a father and his son—
a strange family whose members were genuine monsters, capable of unleashing unimaginable destruction.
It seemed that after long hours—many exhausting hours—of relentless training, Frey and Abraham had reached a dead end, forcing them to take a prolonged rest.
Of the two, Frey sat with a deep scowl etched across his face.
"I feel stupid…" he muttered, exhaling a heated breath.
In contrast, Abraham let out a light chuckle.
"And why would you feel that way?"
"Despite all the hours we spent training, I don't feel like I've made any real progress," Frey complained, clenching a powerful fist wrapped in shadowy aura.
