Broken Crow

Coles felt that he was sitting alone on the ancient throne, but at the same time, he felt that his consciousness was scattered everywhere as he passed through the storm that wreaked havoc between the sky and the sea.

This strange out-of-body feeling made him feel like he was in a dream.

However, ever since he inherited the curse and became an undying Crowman, he hadn't had a dream for more than a thousand years.

The Crows passed through the storm and gathered on the reef in human form one after another.

As Crowmen were existences that carried his curse, everyone had similar looks—pale skin, thin face, and charcoal-like raven-black hair.

Of course, there were also those amber eyes that resembled crows.

Most of their hair stuck to their foreheads due to the drenching seawater, but they thought nothing of it. After taking shape, they genuflected in front of the ancient throne in unison.

"Boss…"