"Cú Chulainn..."
When the Queen of the Shadow Realm's gaze fell upon the savage monster standing amid the filth—its body black and crimson, limbs mutated, a beastly tail extending behind it—sealed memories in her mind seemed to stir. She could not help opening her lips and calling out the name she vaguely remembered.
As a mentor of heroes, she had trained and taught many disciples. The man before her had been one of them.
And one with considerable potential at that.
During his brief studies, he had not only inherited some of the true essence of her spearcraft and realized a combat style suited to himself, but had also mastered eighteen of the original twenty-four Rune symbols.
With his talent, if he had devoted himself to further study, he might have become an existence that saw through the boundary between life and death and went even further.
However, his explosive and impetuous temperament had been his fatal flaw, causing him to suffer setbacks because of it throughout his life.
The faint sense of familiarity before him made the Child of Light of Ireland pause slightly, but that hesitation was immediately torn apart by even more twisted madness and bloodlust.
Warriors! Kill!
Friends! Kill!
Women! Kill!
The old and weak, kill!
"Kill... kill... kill!"
The Child of Light of Ireland growled, his eyes blood-red and his lips twisted into a savage grin. Several bone spikes protruded viciously from his body, making him resemble a slaughtering beast that had crawled from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, crossing countless brutal battlefields.
Face ten thousand armies, confront all things, drive away ten thousand men.
There was no room here for anyone else to interfere.
Lovers, comrades, children, even kings—
None of them were needed.
Always aloof, always the strongest, always seizing victory.