“Pft.” Busaba covered her mouth with her hand, concealing her laughter. “You’re so amusing, Samuel.”Samuel gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. “Get ready.” He jumped off the ground, leaping toward Busaba.“No, no.” Busaba raised her hand like the magician was casting the spell. “Rise, my beautiful comrade!” “Huh?” Samuel stopped abruptly.The black creation that arose behind Busaba made him backtracked. He felt ominous about it. She had abundant powerful undead soldiers including that dead Nightwalker, however, this existence felt so much threatened compared to the rest.He saw the black energy that rose into the air that slowly swirled ar

The strapping massive arrows banged against the shield and everything around them.BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!The arrows mercilessly banged against the sturdy shield. Samuel was quite relaxed not until he saw the trembled body and arms of the normal soldier that was protecting him. He clicked his tongue out of his self-contempt.He asked for two assistants, however, he only had one. The magician was busy enough to keep up with the uninvited arrows while the elf was focusing on healing his body. And most ironically, he couldn’t wield his power while healing.“Shit, shit, shit.” Samuel cursed at himself. “Hurry.” He slapped Eva’s forearm, urging the lady to make haste.“This is fast enough, Lo

Shadow hopped like a rabbit in one place while stretching her fingers. Her mask was still on point despite how messy she was landed. It was on good material. She was so happy about it. That’s because her mask was everything.In the Underworld, inside her organization and empire, all of her subordinates must wear a mask during work to prevent any unnecessary recognition from the enemy which led to ruin one life.Her motto was to never mix work life and personal life and if the enemy knew their faces outside their working hours, it would defeat the whole purpose.However, only Shadow was allowed to pull off her mask both during working hours and in private. Why? Because she was the strongest.

At that moment… The purple liquid rose from the crack of the ground and created a weapon akin to a scythe.  No, it was too similar to the grim reaper scythe that she knew.  ‘Don’t tell me…’ The purple scythe emerged from Anubis’s back. The shadow rose from Anubis’s back yet he was too focused on the targets in front of him. “No, NO!” Busaba screamed when she knew what would happen next. “ANUBIS!!!!” “Huh?” Anubis turned his head toward the voice. And then… Slice! The scythe sliced Anubis’s neck before it collapsed and

“I am glad that you’re happy.” Shadow sat back, leaning her back against the chair. “That’s not a half-bad idea.” He diligently wiped off all the waste he snarfed and accurately threw it inside the dustbin. “I guess I can give it a shot.” Shadow smiled sweetly. “There ya go. Happy Samuel, Happy Shadow. We need it.” Sabrina only shook her head in disbelief, didn’t even waste her word to offer any kind of condolence. “How about you, My Lord?” Samuel asked the real question as his intonation drastically declined sharply. “Me? What about me?” “You and Elijah?”  Shadow rotated her neck toward Sabrina, silently asking her to inte