This was a secluded minor world—a hidden wonderland of flowing streams, emerald plains, and mist-shrouded peaks. 0

But beneath this serene facade… lay a nest of terrifying assassins.0

Even here, in their so-called sanctuary, the Lifehunter race remained on high alert. Constant vigilance was their iron law. No matter how “safe” the place, they were trained to expect death at every corner.1

This pressure wore on their minds. Many of them went mad from the stress, attacking even their own comrades in fits of insanity.0

Thus, the Lifehunter race was not only wary of the world… but also of each other.1

Like this hidden world, they wore peaceful masks while hiding blades beneath their...0