Prologue: The Last Stand

Blood painted the broken streets of Seoul. Skyscrapers lay in ruins, their steel frames twisted like the limbs of fallen giants. The air stank of smoke, death, and something worse—something unnatural.

In the middle of the devastation, a lone figure stood, breathing heavily. His black coat was torn, revealing deep wounds, but his grip on the obsidian blade in his hand was firm.

Raon Veras.

Once, he had been nothing—a lowly E-Rank hunter barely scraping by. Now, he was humanity's last hope.

A monstrous being loomed before him, its many eyes glowing with malevolent hunger. The Abyss King, the source of every nightmare that had crawled out of the dungeons, watched him with amusement.

"You're persistent, I'll give you that," the Abyss King rumbled, its voice shaking the earth. "But this is where it ends."

Raon wiped the blood from his lips. He was exhausted, drained, and every muscle in his body screamed in agony. But he wasn't done yet.

Not until he had torn this monster apart.

With a final breath, he tightened his grip on his sword. The darkness around him began to pulse, rising like a storm.

"I'll end this," he whispered.

And then, he charged.