Faint footsteps echoed in the distance.0

Thud, thud.0

There are at least five of them, Kwon Oh-Jin assessed. Should I go out and fight?0

He was confident in his abilities. Objectively speaking, he was in a different league than the average four-star Awakener; he possessed the Stigma of Lyra, the Black Heaven, and an innate talent for using Stigmas.0

But I don’t have a good feeling about this, he thought, activating the Stigma of Canes Venatici.0

An overwhelming stench of mana flooded his senses, almost numbing his nose. Though his proficiency with the Stigma wasn't particularly high, it was enough to tell him that this mana was on an entirely different level than what he had sensed from the Khan's Owls.0

This wasn't an enemy he could handle easily.0

Who could it be? Ashad Khan? Kwon Oh-Jin wondered. Another executive? Or maybe… No, it can’t be Cheon Do-Yoon.0

The Stigma of Canes Venatici wouldn’t have picked up on someone of that caliber at all. They would have cut off Kwon Oh-Jin's head before...0