"Did you fail?"
In a jungle shrouded in mist, Sabo leaned against a towering tree and calmly asked the newcomer.
This Fragment World was almost entirely covered by these peculiar plants and dense fog. The fog contained an extremely high concentration of elemental energy, nearly reaching the level of a second-level planet. Even Star Rank Experts like them had their vision severely restricted. The high-quality elemental interference also made mental detection extremely troublesome.
But such a terrain was highly suitable for rangers and assassins. Clearly, it had been deliberately prepared as a hunting ground for assassins...
Leaning against the giant tree, Sabo asked calmly. From within the dense fog, an upright shadow slowly emerged. Once it came closer, the ghostly figure removed its veil and gazed at the man before her with a complicated look.
Blood Demon Sabo had been a renowned scout among the younger generation even before joining the Borton Faction. He was one of the few Abyssal scions capable of infiltrating the Federation and earning recognition as a mercenary from the majority of its factions.
To many scions who wished to venture outside, Sabo was a symbol—a mythical template of someone who had severed ties with his family, gone out to make his way in the world, built his own domain without relying on his family's support, become a Star Rank Expert, returned to crush the direct-line scions, and ultimately forced his family to bow its head and invite him back...
Such a plot was just like the storybooks in the Federation, a pure power-fantasy cliché. But when it truly happened to someone, it could be said to be incredibly inspiring.
The Abyss was different from the Federation. Its class structure was rigid, and traditional demon families controlled more than ninety-five percent of its resources. Your bloodline,