Seventy years was enough for a name to rise from nothing on this continent cursed by the Blood Sun, until it became a colossal force looming over every faction—both feared and relied upon.
The rise of the Silver Blue Association had not begun from humble origins.
When its members first appeared in groups in the cities along the edge of the continent, they already carried a discipline and strength wholly at odds with this land.
The first decade was a decade of putting down roots and earning trust.
The mercenary guild in Black Water City, a major stronghold in eastern Heng Kingdom, was packed with people.
A local mercenary captain with a vicious scar across his face led several burly subordinates to block a Silver Blue Association squad just as they were about to turn in a mission.
"Outsiders? Do you even know the rules here?"
The scarred man spoke viciously, unleashing the full force of his late General Rank aura upon them. "The mission to clear out that Shadow Demon Nest was claimed by the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group!"
The Silver Blue Association squad's leader, Nightingale, merely raised her eyes slightly. "The rule is first come, first served."
"Rules?"
The scarred man grinned savagely and stepped forward, placing his fan-sized hand on the bone blade at his waist. "Around here, strength makes the rules!"
Before he could finish speaking, a fierce pressure suddenly descended. Like invisible shackles, it pinned him and all his subordinates in place, making even breathing almost impossible.
The crowd stared in shock. Behind the delicate-looking woman stood a middle-aged man who had remained silent with his arms folded. At some point, he had opened his eyes. Cold stars seemed to glimmer in them, and the terrifying aura he exuded unmistakably belonged to a King Rank