Neil Wooden Hammer was once proud of having led the Giant Demon Tribe through a long and dark night.
As the Grand Chief of the Giant Demons, he considered himself to have dedicated his entire life to the tribe.
But if placed ten years ago, he could never have imagined, even after his death, that he would continue in an endless battle.
It was one night.
The moon was bright with few stars, yet the dark clouds in his heart never dispersed.
He was contemplating where the future of the Giant Demon Tribe would lead.
Should they fight fiercely with those reckless madmen of Tunisia, gambling everything to see if there's a chance to carve a bloody path out?
Or should they choose to compromise, joining two seemingly united but discordant nations to eliminate the poison of the Abyssal Church that lingered on the lands they had lived for generations?
He didn't know.
He truly didn't know how to choose.
