Chapter 43
The Savager leader raised a trembling hand and pointed at the man with the silver eye, as if accusing him of some unforgivable crime.
His deep, gravelly voice came out cracked and shaken.
"You are… the War Maker."
His blood turned to ice.
It was not because he feared the War Maker.
At least, not directly.
Truth be told, it had been a very long time since his instincts had warned him of danger on this level. But fear alone was not the reason for his reaction.
After all, the emperor of Ardentia was known as the strongest existence within the kingdom, and the Savager leader had come here fully prepared to kill him. To offer his head as a sacrifice to appease the true god who had shown displeasure through the Crimson Night.
No.
The real reason was the name itself.
War Maker.
Believe it or not, that name was infamous among the barbarian tribes.
