"It's the Grim Reaper!"
"The Grim Reaper!"
"Run!"
Who would have expected the notorious Slave Trade Guild to flee in terror the moment they realized their enemy was the Grim Reaper?
Inside the massive cavern, the remaining members of the Slave Trade Guild were fleeing with all their might, their previous confidence completely shattered.
Their faces were etched with fear and panic, while their bodies trembled uncontrollably as they desperately searched for somewhere to hide.
No one cared about maintaining their dignity anymore.
No one cared about protecting their comrades.
Everyone only cared about surviving.
Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!
Bang! Bang!
"H-Help... Ahhh..."
"He's here..."
"Nooooo!"
Desperate screams echoed throughout the cavern as the sounds of battle approached from the main tunnel.
Suddenly, a figure was sent flying from the cave entrance, his body spinning violently through the air before crashing into a wooden table at the center of the cavern.
Bang!
