Between the densely packed trees, thick undergrowth sprouted like claws. Vines hung between the trunks and created a dark, ominous atmosphere. 0

Awakeners commonly called this place a rift. 0

Among the countless strange and unpredictable terrains that existed within rifts, the Forest Field was considered the most ordinary and common.0

The demonic beasts wandering this forest were, at best, one-star Anthorns.0

Of course, the Anthorn carried the grim title of “the demonic beast that has killed the most Awakeners.” Inexperienced rookies, who couldn’t even wield their Stigma properly, would charge in recklessly, not knowing any better. 0

For anyone who had reached even three stars, it was a trivial creature that could be hunted with ease. 0

In a rift where such weak demonic beasts with no unique traits roamed, the fates of the two Kwon Oh-Jins had diverged. Like two straight lines drawn in opposite directions, their paths had split apart mercilessly. 0

Kwon Oh-Jin deeply sighed as he walked the familiar...0