Chapter 309
He glanced at the ceiling, lost in weary reflection. "This war… when will it finally end?"
He had lived long enough to see entire generations vanish to battlefields. The memories still haunted him—friends devoured by fiends, cities reduced to ash, screams echoing through smoke.
He had fought his whole life, sharpened his mind and body to exorcise demons. His hands still remembered the weight of the talismans, the heat of burning sigils, the taste of blood in the air after each fight.
And yet… even after all that sacrifice, nothing had changed.
"How did you get there, kid?" he whispered under his breath, his tone carrying a strange mix of frustration and reluctant awe.
It didn't make sense. Even trained infiltrators struggled to breach the demon borders—and this boy had done it unknowingly?
The distance alone was insurmountable. The borderlands were heavily fortified, the rift energy unpredictable. For someone his age to simply end up there…
