Path of BlooDld

They were ninety-nine…



Ninety-nine heartbeats. Ninety-nine cries. Ninety-nine souls, devoured by the fangs of tyranny.

Ninety-nine corpses, reduced to ash…

And one infant — his wail was no cry of weakness, but the roar of blood awaiting its boil.



When a clan is slaughtered, when bloodlines are ripped from the bones, only one question remains:

Why did you survive?



But survival was no mercy…

It was a curse — one of a different kind.



They sealed within his body the Legacy of Blood — the secrets of his forefathers — and exiled him to the Great Wilderness,

a place where even beasts no longer fight over dead prey.



He had no name. No lineage. No shelter.

But blood never forgets.

And when it ignites... nothing will quench its flame.



This is not a tale of a hero.

This... is the beginning of a massacre.