
On a night with a bloody moon, the bloody smell of my parents' tragic death still lingered in my nose.
The traitor colluded with the demon hunter to hunt me down, and every whip and insult was like a poisoned dagger.
When the demon hunter leader crushed my finger bones and laughed wildly, the blood moon wolf pupil awakened in severe pain.
I tore them all apart, but the world was shaken: water elves jumped out of the water, tree monsters swayed wildly, and vampires shrank into coffins in fear.
When I fled to the river, the demon hunter branded the hunting mark on my back before he died.
The last thought before I lost consciousness was regret: I didn't kill the traitor.
When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a simple farmhouse.
The farm girl Helena was wiping my forehead with a wet cloth.
Her innocent smile made me forget the hatred for a while.
Until one day, I saw the reflection of the hunting mark in her eyes.

