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--The sky is beautiful, don't you think?

The young man asks me sitting on the hill smiling awkwardly as he rested after the battle, without armor, without weapons, the young man fought alone on this plain. Running towards the enemy with a mad smile and a bloodthirsty aura, the young man, no older than twenty, transformed this plain into a hill of corpses on which he rests, bathed in the blood of an entire army, he just calmly contemplates the sky in its twilight.

Yes, it is a beautiful landscape.

The red and orange sky, the falling sun that gives way to the moon, both celestial bodies greet the battlefield giving an air of solemnity to the massacre, massacre? If a massacre, even if it was a battle, it was not a fair fight, nothing army against army, army against army, it was only a unilateral slaughter procured by that young man, who rests on the bloody hill, without armor, without weapons, the young man jumped into battle with nothing but his bare hands.

An army of a thousand men was destroyed by a single man, an action only present in the old history books when wizards, witches and sorcerers still walked this earth, they disappeared five hundred years ago, but they left some relics and knowledge for the future generations. One of them "The Major Invocation Ritual" or as the church proclaimed it "The Call to the Hero"

If this young man is one of the heroes summoned, the third hero summoned to fight against the detractors and oppressors of our land "Milis", Edward D. Zenit, also known as the infamous hero "The Killing/Massacre Hero"