The Bastard Of Murim

Throughout history, men have sung the praises of eagles and doves. Yet none dared to speak of the crows—shadows in the same sky, unseen, unwanted.



This is their story. The saga of restless corpses, drifting through the ages. The tale of a clan raised on blood, nursed by the blade.



A bastard, scorned by the world, kindled a fire in the hearts of the forsaken. The crows, once trampled beneath the feet of kings, rose with swords in hand. And at their helm stood the most ruthless of them all—the son of a bit*h who united them.



This is the tale of my son—the strongest, richest, most feared man in the murim, you bloody mother—!