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Thick blood flowed down the sword and stained my hands.

This sensation was always unpleasant, and I could never seem to adapt to it.

Ahar was different. He held enmity toward all those who appeared human, and that included the Kairos tribe as well.

Later, thanks to him, they were all wiped out.

If things had gone according to his plan, he would’ve been rampaging through the south by now with Raymond's swordsmanship and various other talents.

Now, due to my presence, everything had fallen apart, and I honestly didn't know what would happen next.

But recalling Ahar's obsession, I knew he would become stronger in any way possible and then charge forward.

Honestly, I would have been relieved if he had died in the north, but I knew that was unlikely.

I wasn't the hero of this world. Things wouldn’t be that convenient.

In any case, he would rise again, no matter what.

"Anyway, this should be enough..."

I looked around him.

Corpses...