In stark contrast to the war and its horrors, the region where the Shadow Sect stood was eerily quiet—as if the blood-soaked conflict had never taken place on this planet at all.
That alone felt strange.
Not long ago, the strongest beings on Earth could devastate entire mountain ranges when unleashing their full power—and that alone had once been considered astonishing.
But now… such a level had become the bare minimum required to even participate in war.
With the emergence of monsters capable of shaking continents… and splitting moons apart.
One of those titans—
Was Amon, the Host of the Nightmare… who had arrived as a heavy guest upon the walls of the Shadow Sect.
The masked man appeared silently, stepping out from between the shrubs as he advanced slowly toward the towering dark walls.
The land surrounding the sect was completely empty—nothing but a vast, clear, paved plain.
Which meant one thing.
Amon was fully visible to those stationed atop the walls.
