Chapter 354: Wrath of the Blood Demon

The wind that swept across the desolate peak was a mournful sigh, a ghost of a whisper that carried the scent of old blood and shattered stone. This was the place. The Throne. Or what was left of it. Nolan Carter stood amidst the ruins, his black coat flapping in the relentless gale. Each broken pillar, each scorched patch of earth, was a scar on his memory. This was where his brothers had laughed, bled, and died. This was the graveyard of his past life, a monument to a massacre he had been...