The temple of the Church of Muldine located in the Dark Zone was an extremely old place with no modern facilities like mana lamps. If the torches hanging in the halls or rooms were extinguished, everything would be swallowed in pitch-black darkness. Additionally, the air smelled damp and musty likely because bugs constantly crawled around.0

“Hm-hmm.”0

A man hummed a tune in the temple’s hallway, which could hardly be called pleasant even as a joke. He waved his fingers while watching those crawling at his feet. It was a graceful and refined motion, like a maestro conducting a symphony.0

“Please…”0

“Sp-spare me…”0

The bodies of those begging for their lives were torn to pieces by magic. The man who had caused it with just a playful wave of his fingers began to calculate.0

“That makes fifty-six. I guess I need to kill about thirty more.”0

It was Sting, the Archmage of Ruin. After failing to gather other sacrifices due to interference from Kai and Yoo Ha-Rin, he had broken the alliance. He was fairly satisfied with the result now.1

Cleaning up all the ones I hated always feels like cleaning up trash.0

Of course, he still...0