Return of the Black Dawn Hero

The mid-morn sun hung high in the sky, and so was a guillotine blade forged from the sharpest diamonds.

Beneath the harrowing contraption was a young man, frantically begging for his life.

"Please, Hale! We've been through so much together, haven't we?! I've already atoned for my sins this past year. Please—I'll be your most loyal dog! I'll help you and the world advance technological studies by leaps and bounds! I vow never to do such things again! I'll even agree to a Soul Contract! Please, Hale!!!"

Hearing his Lord Father's humiliating plea—reminiscent of a common bandit's desperate cries—Primo could hardly bear to listen.

He just wanted it all to be over.

The eldest Hawkling, too, was exhausted from working endlessly, only for his father's grand ambitions of world domination to crumble into failure.

He didn't want to suffer anymore. He simply wished for everything to end.