The Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound

The once tumultuous river of blood had finally come to a halt, its flow slowing and eventually drying up. The war between the human and demon realms had ravaged the lands for decades, etching a gruesome chapter into the pages of history. This era of destruction had brought about immeasurable suffering and loss, leaving wounds that would take generations to heal.

But amidst the chaos and carnage, the tides had turned. The human world had emerged victorious, and this long-awaited triumph was soon to be etched into the annals of time.

At the doorstep of the renowned Baskerville family, known for their prowess as iron-blooded swordsmen, a gruesome display awaited. A severed neck, suspended from a hook, swayed gently in the breeze. The identity of the traitor was inscribed on a plaque - Vikir Van Baskerville.

Vikir, the illegitimate son of Hugo Les Baskerville, the head of the clan, had long been shrouded in shadow, his hands stained with countless drops of blood spilled behind the family's back. He had been the Baskervilles' hunting dog, their loyal servant, a faithful executor of their darkest deeds.

But now, his treachery had been exposed, and the Baskerville name had been redeemed. The victory of the human world was finally complete, and the river of blood would flow no more.