Once again, at the stroke of midnight, Raizel delved into the depths of Rovon Wilderness.
And so began a hunt unlike any other.
Now that he possessed near-inexhaustible stamina thanks to the Convergence Spear, he could battle endlessly, pushing himself to the limit. His movements were fluid, his breathing steady—each swing and thrust of his spear was a dance between precision and raw power.
Under the silver light of the moon, the hunt continued unabated.
One by one, monsters and magical beasts fell before him. Blood splashed across rocks and trees, vanishing quickly into the wilderness floor as though the land itself acknowledged his strength.
With his intelligence increased, Raizel's perception had sharpened considerably. Even in the darkness where most couldn't see beyond a few steps, his vision pierced through the shadows like a hawk's, revealing every lurking threat, every twitch of danger.
Everything was going smoothly—until Raizel made a discovery that left him stunned.
