As Ibaan peeked into the secrets of the Iron Knuckles, he uncovered valuable information—and a faint smirk crept across his face, as if the Iron Knuckles were already wiped out.
The strongest among them—the leader of the Knuckles and his spouse—were currently asleep together, doing the kind of things only couples did. He tried his hardest not to think about that part, but still, it gave him an advantage. If he could control both of them, he could lure all the Upper Knuckles into a trap without any battle or commotion. That would be a truly smart move.
He had a plan, but again, there was a price to pay—he had to endure the emotions of the other party, no matter how unbearable. There was no escape from it.
Even so, the information he obtained was both secretive and disturbing.
The Iron Knuckles were taking doses of something called Evil Worshiping every day and preparing for a sacrificial ritual. They were planning to sacrifice humans—to an evil being.
An evil being?
