In the stillness of the early dawn, before the sun had even begun to rise, all members of the Blood Cult gathered in the shabby underground gambling den run by So-Sal-Gwi.
“......”
There were thirty of them.
Dressed in black robes and masks, they awaited their leader.
A moment later, So-Sal-Gwi appeared, wearing gloves studded with sharp spikes.
Clang! As he struck the gloves together, a sound echoed, and a sly smile crept onto his lips.
“You all must have heard, but the situation with the Golden Dragon Guild has changed drastically. Therefore, we will also employ a somewhat rough method.”
“......”
The smile on So-Sal-Gwi’s face grew more pronounced.
He looked somewhat excited at the prospect of bloodshed.
The faint scent of blood, thickly soaked into his gloves from tearing apart many humans, thrilled him.
“Tonight, we will kill Geoi-San, the brother of the Golden Dragon Guild leader. Of course, we must not charge in head-on.”
The Golden Dragon Guild was a large organization, known as one of the Ten Great Guilds of the world.
The Golden Dragon stronghold was the main base of this guild.
Not only was their wealth substantial, but the level of the warriors they trained was also quite high, and there were not a few masters staying as guests.