The village was burning. The women ran away with their children, while the men sacrificed themselves to secure an escape route for them. They all had tears in their eyes.

“Wait.” A large shadow blocked their path.

At that moment, the elves were about to scream, thinking it was an enemy. However, the shadow suddenly exclaimed, “Shh!”

Katz motioned toward the elves to keep quiet, putting his finger up to his lips. An elf who was holding her baby looked at him with a fear-stricken expression.

“You can’t go this way. The mummies have set up an encirclement over the hills. Run northeast. That’s the only place they haven’t surrounded yet,” Katz said.

“T-thank you! Thank you very much!” the elf exclaimed.

“Don’t mention it; just be careful not to wake the baby up,” Katz said.

The elf women bowed their heads and continued running away. Katz waved his hand before he turned around and looked at the burning elven village.

‘He has no mercy.’ Katz had not lived a ‘kind’ life as a graverobber, but he had never gotten any experience committing murder.

The air was filled with the stench of blood. Kartheon had set fire to the village, as if slaughtering all of its inhabitants was not enough.

Katz clenched his fist and thought, ‘He really intends to kill everything on the continent.’

He walked toward the village. The mummies in the village walked around like zombies from a low-budget film as they searched for any survivors....