The rumors spreading rapidly around the valley were a mix of truth and deception; it was hard for ordinary people to distinguish, but one thing was certain, the undead truly existed here. The situation at Blood Horn was particularly severe. The place could no longer be called Blood Horn but had come to be known as Black Mist Corner, filled everywhere with black fog that obscured all visibility of its true form. Various terrifying screams emerged from what was once the young Red Dragon's Dragon's Nest.
Among these screams, one was particularly loud and clear. It was shouting a name, a name from which one could feel no warmth—only a deep-seated hatred emanating from the very marrow of his bones, as if that name endowed him with immense strength. That name was none other than Gaven.