In this world, there was a name called Shadow Hand.

Perhaps for the mercenaries and mages under level 7, they didn't understand what this name meant.

The world was much bigger than what the low-level and mid-level people could imagine.

Only those existences above level 7 or had a lofty status knew of this name.

The name was guarded so heavily that even these people could only pick up on a few clues about it.

The people in the world would be shocked if they truly understood the meaning of the name and the truth behind the shadows.

Perhaps it was a mercy for most people that they lacked the logic and ability to put things together in the big picture. 

In the Elf Clan's Silver Moon Forest, the silver-haired and silver-bearded old elf gazed at the lake that was as tranquil as a mirror with his deep and turbid eyes.

In the reflection of Silver Moon Forest in the lake, a gloomy shadow seemed to have appeared.

"Shadow Legion…" The First Elder of the Elf Clan murmured, "I see its trac