The aftermath of the Eldritch Ruins massacre spread across the continents like an uncontrollable wildfire. Kings choked on their wine, scholars burned their notes in frustration, and ancient beings woke from their slumber—all because of one single name.
Damien.
The sheer absurdity of it all was enough to give world leaders headaches.
A first-year Slayer cadet had annihilated an entire Black Church operation.
He had carved through high-ranking cultists like butter, leaving behind only corpses and the remaining students to spread the tale.
And worst of all, no one knew how he did it.
For the first time in centuries, the balance of power felt off.
Some whispered that he was a descendant of the gods, sent to smite the Black Church. Others swore he was a monster in disguise, using the guise of a Slayer to hide his true nature. A few skeptics even argued that the entire thing was some elaborate scam.
One thing, however, was clear: Damien Bircher was a problem.
