In the dim forest, a gruesome scene was unfolding, as an armor-clad figure drenched in blood stood in front of a headless corpse, and in his hand, a head with a piece of spine violently ripped out dangled limply.
Suddenly, the armored figure's fingers exerted force, and the head burst open with a crash, brain matter, flesh, and fragments of bone splattering everywhere. But the armored figure seemed not to care at all, instead holding up a meat worm about the size of his thumb close to his face, as if admiring some exquisite piece of art.
"So that's how it is..." The voice of the armored figure echoed inside his helmet, carrying a hint of terrifying etherealness. Paired with the scene reminiscent of a Hell Scroll, anyone seeing him would take him for a peerless demon lord.
At this very moment, a five-person squad happened to follow the sounds of combat and arrived at the scene.
