Past, Present and Future!

Meanwhile, somewhere else.

The village was littered with gore, blood, and bodies. Red, brown, and black were the new colors of what was once a secret hidden operation base of an assassin guild, which has now become the stage of a disastrous fight.

The air, which would generally be rich in scents of herbs, river, and the sounds of wildlife, was now a hellish symphony of screams, explosions, and battle.

This whole village that was full of assassins awaiting their next missions was annihilated, becoming a ruin that none will think of building something in here for the next decades.

All of this scene was solely executed by one person, one warrior, a single entity.

Even while speaking, anyone who would be present here can clearly see a man adorned in full battle armor slaughtering the cloaked figures left and right.

None was able to exchange two moves with him before their heads could be seen chopped off in a way that not even the owner of the head knew what had just happened.

Dismantled bodies, tens of heads, limbs, and all sorts of human organs could be seen covering the whole village's grass that was once flourishing with the scent of nature.

At this moment, the last escaping assassin's head flew to the sky, falling to the ground after rolling tens of times in the air; the assassin's eyes were still in shock and disbelief even after their death, not understanding who would higher such a person to annihilate their guild.

As a matter of fact, they had no reason to annihilate their guild of assassins since the money paid for such an individual would have surely been enough to bribe them and make them leave this place, operating in a faraway place.

Simply, they had no reason to kill all of them unless it was a person who really held a grudge against them.

But then again, that's impossible to occur since this assassin guild, in particular, made sure to obliterate any siblings, parents, and even blood-related people of their target.

To be more precise, no one that knew their target would be left alive, no matter their age, gender, and strength.

All of this is exclusively to ensure such situations from happening.

They didn't wanna deal with countless people banding together to take revenge.

Even though everyone knew that they were just assassins getting paid to kill their friends or siblings or whatever, it didn't matter since all the hatred would be focused on the killer, not the one who hired the killer.

And all of this is caused by a simple reason.

They had no way of knowing who the person hiring the assassins was. Hence, they chose the easy way and took revenge on said assassin.

" Old friend, I'm sorry, I broke our promise. I vowed never to become that person again, not to commit those sins that a human will never imagine again, to become a better person and live for the people, not myself, but it's an impossible feat, old friend. Everyone around me is forcing me to embrace my past, to recall that state of mine. Just why!"

The man who wore full metal armor said in deep pain as he removed his helmet and revealed his face. The evil grin accompanied by deep sadness was fully apparent on his skinless face, which made anyone who took a look at him in this state shiver from how terrifying he looked.

He looked around the dismantled bodies that were torn apart all around him with pain, fury, and helplessness.

Tears uncontrollably escaped his eyes as he knelt on the ground; his full armor that was once black became pitch red by the blood of the people he had just massacred; he was a perfect match to the battlefield, resembling a war god that descended on the mortal plane to kill his enemies, bath in their blood and eat their flesh.

The man in question was none other than Tom, the master of the hunter's guild that's situated in Irinas, the capital of the Stegon kingdom.

He dropped his long heavy sword, placing it next to him, and slowly raised his head to look at the sky.

He didn't know what to think; his thoughts were in turmoil, yet, the tears still kept rolling down his cheeks, dropping to the blood pools underneath him, joining them and becoming one.

A few minutes of silence passed till Tom finally regained control of his thoughts.

He wiped the tears off his eyes and face and stood up, his sword following suit without him needing to touch it.

" Heavens, I know my sins are as heavy as a mountain, but I have spent the past three decades atoning for them, I have spent countless hours saving countless people around the kingdom, the empire, and anywhere I had a reach to."

He Billowed in pain as he once again looked at the sky, his eyes bloodshot from the intensity of his emotions and thoughts.

"Why are you forcing me to this bloody path again? Why are you forcing me to break the promise I made with my deceased old friend? I don't even have enough strength to resist this fate of mine and go against the people who are forcing me to embrace my past again."

He slowly lifted his left hand and touched his skinless face; deep rage accompanied by helplessness invaded his soul.

" It's all because of that damnable letter. Has the devil noticed my past actions and now forcing me to that path again? But I can't resist it anyway, I have no choice in the matter."

He then placed his helmet back on top of his head; a new aura was all over his body, and anyone who stood by his presence would instantly kneel on the ground, unable to breathe in his presence.

" If becoming a good person is punishable, then I'll gladly make my present the past I once buried!"

" I'll gladly take this path and make my future the past I once killed, the path I once promised never to walk again."

Letter of the Devil!

Hatchling True Dragon!

Lilith!

You will have your wish, I'll become that person again.

He tore the winged emblem on his bloody armor that once was the symbol of his deeds as the master of the hunter's guild and destroyed it with a clench of his fist.

At this moment, Tom, the core formation warrior, is no more. The guild leader of the hunters guild is no more.

What took his place was Mathios, the core-strengthening stage warrior that once dominated the battlefield and solely massacred a whole army of a neighboring kingdom, his fame soaring to the sky, making anyone who recalls his titles shudder with fear.

The War God of Stegon, the Soul Reaper of the hundred years' battlefield!