Maloka sat alone in the darkness of the Zestrad mansion’s second floor. He hadn’t even bothered to light a lamp. Calmly, he regulated his mana and necromantic energy, recalling the black-haired young man he had seen earlier that day.0

That bastard must be the one Sir Leven mentioned.0

Thanks to the future Leven, who had possessed Emil's body, Maloka had learned the name Karnak. The problem was that all he knew about his opponent amounted to little more than a name and a vague description.0

In truth, the future Leven hadn't been able to stay in the present Leven's body for long. He had been interrupted and expelled almost immediately. The time he had actually spent face-to-face with Karnak had barely lasted a minute.0

The only things he had confirmed were that Karnak had demonstrated an intricate level of necromancy, something only a Tesranach could likely achieve, yet his actual necromantic energy wasn't particularly strong. If only Demphis had been safe, Maloka might have been able to receive a full report on the situation. But, of all times, he had gone missing after that day.2

There were too few clues. The continent was far too vast to track someone down with just a name and a rough description. Fortunately, the future...0