Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five
As the winds howled through the Twin Moons Temple, Crow stood at the edge of a cliff, the swirling mists below reminding him of a darker time.
In his past life… chaos had ruled.
He remembered it vividly—guilds tearing each other apart for mere A-rank heroes. Entire alliances crumbled when rumors of a Divine Rank unit surfaced. One such rumor had sparked a war that lasted three real-world weeks, resulting in the destruction of five of the top ten guilds. For one unit.
Now, Crow had hundreds.
And he wasn't just surviving anymore—he was dominating in silence, holding back most of his power. Watching the server unravel from shadows.
He clenched his fist. "This time, I won't let them touch what's mine."
Behind him, Aelira stepped forward, her ethereal presence still fresh. "Should I prepare the summoning battalion?"
Crow nodded.
And somewhere in the world, players were already whispering... of a shadow king whose army was beyond comprehension. They just didn't know his name yet.