Could it be because of the baby's cries?

Near 34 Mise's Court Street, a group of five people, three men and two women, were rapidly approaching. They had been informed of the appearance of a powerful monster on Mise's Court Street.

This small group belonged to the Silver Hand guild, a rapidly growing guild in the city.

"Leader, are you sure those people weren't lying?" asked one of the men.

Bert, the leader of the group, replied without looking away.

"I don't think it's a lie. The city guilds and state forces are mobilizing because of the sudden appearance of monsters, something that has not happened before. Besides, I don't think those people would dare to lie."

Edgar, who was running beside him, added:

"That's not what I meant, leader. They said one person was fighting that monster alone."

"We'll check it out when we get there."

Without another word, the group picked up the pace, quickly jumping between buildings. They passed Cruz Street, Steel Street, Ocaso Street, and Central Avenue in minutes, where chaos reigned.

After about three minutes, they finally arrived at 34 Mise's Court. From the top of a building, Bert and his group froze as they surveyed the scene. The stalls were destroyed, and some of the buildings' walls showed severe damage.

In the center of the street, they saw a monster with four arms and three mouths. Where there should have been skin, disgusting-looking black worms writhed, its eyes weeping crimson tears, and its tail was also covered with worms and eyes.

In addition, a strange altar made of worms emitting baby cries stood in the shape of a mound, from which a thick grayish-white mist emanated.

They shuddered as they heard the bloodcurdling cries, but what really caught their attention was the figure in front of the monster.

That person gave off a violent, terrifying, and domineering aura. On his head was a black crown encrusted with dark gems, and he was wrapped in a dark cloak that frayed into multiple shreds as if he were part of a living shadow. Yet his presence was majestic and commanding.

Edgar, who stood beside him, paralyzed by the aura, stuttered.

"Leader, does that person really need our help?"

Bert looked at his companion without knowing what to say. He felt he could do nothing to help that person who looked like an Emperor.

Just as he was about to say something, he felt the person's gaze and couldn't help but shudder at the indifferent expression and the cold look in his crystal blue eyes.

Regaining his composure, he said to his companions in a deep voice:

"For now, we'll stay here and watch what happens. Xyla, take out your phone and record it to show our superiors."

"Understood!"

...

With an indifferent expression, Kene stared at a group of people standing in a building that looked like it had just arrived.

The group atop the building looked surprised and a little scared as they met Kane's gaze.

'So they're the backup... Why don't you come closer? Could it be because of the baby's cries?'

Kane looked away from the building and fixed his gaze again on the monster holding a black spear in his hand. After placing the black crown on his head, he realized that there was an outside influence.

It seemed too strange to him that a history-devouring, tale-ranking monster would evolve so quickly when not even three hours had passed since the "Historical Void" scenario was completed.

'It's no use thinking about this situation'.

...

Kane watched the monster in front of him indifferently in the golden sunlight. In his hand, a white flame concentrated, taking the shape of a baseball. With a calm gesture, he threw the sphere upward, alerting the monster, which quickly covered itself with a black mass.

Kane looked at him with disdain.

"You have pretty good senses for a creature with so little intelligence."

After throwing the white flame, Kane moved quickly. The monster's vacant eyes widened as it saw Kane's dagger only inches from its face. It dodged the blow and counterattacked with a swift punch enveloped in corrosive, foul energy. However, his attack missed, impacting only the air and unleashing a powerful gust of wind.

'This crown gives me a significant improvement in my body,' Kane thought as he analyzed the effects of the black crown.

The monster's face distorted as its spear, made of black blood, gave off a fine mist. It disappeared and reappeared behind Kane, who dropped down to dodge the attack.

The monster brandished its spear, launching a slash of foul, corrupt energy straight at Kane.

Kane concentrated much of his mana to block the attack.

Boom!

An incredible explosion resounded as the two energies collided, shaking the air around them and raising dust.

The curtain of dust was quickly dispersed by the breeze caused by the clash of energies.

Kane, who still maintained his indifferent expression, thought.

'That monster is getting stronger as time passes; it's as if I'm supplementing it with stories... But who is the one behind this?'

Pushing aside his thoughts, he lunged towards the monster, moving in a zigzag motion. When he was close enough, he took a big leap.

The Fable-ranked history devourer, with its three mouths, muttered in a corrupt and foul tongue, and the object it held began to glow; the black worms that had replaced its skin began to float and quickly formed a shield.

At that moment, a white fireball rushed towards the unprotected part of the monsters.

The object began to glow brighter, and with multiple eyes all over its body, crimson tears started to flow en masse, creating a large pool of blood.

The blood on the ground rose and created a shield to prevent the fireball from entering its unprotected place.

Clang! Boom!

An explosion and a clash of metal echoed through the air, raising a curtain of crimson-red steam and dust.

The dust and steam obstructed Kane's vision, and he used the worm shield as a base to jump backward. And when he was in the air amidst the dust and steam, a long snake-like tail full of worms and eyes headed straight for his heart.

Gripping the hilt of the daggers tighter, Kane spun in the air, cleanly slicing the worm's tail and eyes into several pieces.

The monster let out a loud, bloodcurdling scream of pain from its three mouths as the parts of the tail Kane severed fell to the ground, turning into a pool of blood with writhing worms letting out baby cries.

After maneuvering in the air, Kane fell to the ground without any problem. When he looked up, he saw several worms flying toward him as if they were projectiles; he rolled on the ground, dodging them by only a few centimeters. One of the worms grazed his, producing a cut from where black worms began to come out.

Quickly, without thinking, he cut where multiple maggots appeared in the wound. The small piece of flesh fell to the ground, and the maggots formed, dissected and turned completely black.

Kane looked at the wound he had made, which was healing thanks to his other trait, "Black Thorny Symbol."

"Those worms are quite troublesome... I can't let one of them rub me because I'll have to cut off the affected part quickly..."

Kane sighed long, seeing that the troublesome things were increasing, and he still didn't know what that strange altar was doing.

...

Reference of the way the group looked at Kane's form from the top of the building.