At the peak of Blood Mountain, the sun was setting, and a biting wind swept through branches heavy with broken snow.
A middle-aged man in a white robe stood atop the mountain.
He was thin, with a high bridge of the nose and rimless glasses beneath his brows. If not for the white robe draped over his shoulders, so at odds with his temperament, he might have looked somewhat like an ordinary teacher.
But it was only a resemblance.
As for a name, he had no such thing.
From the moment he entered the Sanctum and became a Pioneer, he had cast aside the name and flesh he once used to walk among mortals.
Still, he did have a codename for walking the world.
The mutants of Ten Peaks Mountain called him the "Beast King."
As for humans...
Those eliminated by the laws of nature never had the chance to meet him.
Expressionless, he watched the peaks of Fushan, unmoved by the roar of guns and cannons there, by the ground littered with wails, by the bloodstained flag rising beneath the setting sun...
Only after every sound had died down did he murmur thoughtfully.
"A little faster than I expected..."
The Stonehorn Clan had been the barrier he placed at the entrance to Ten Peaks Mountain. He had thought it could hold The Alliance back for at least a month, yet Fushan had changed hands in just one day.
Though some scattered mutants and little ones remained there, they would likely struggle to form any effective fighting force. At most, they could cause The Alliance a little trouble.
Thinking of that, a trace of regret appeared on the Beast King's face.
What a pity...
Gray had been one of his carefully selected creations. He had personally performed the surgery for