The woodland southwest of Blue Isle City near the Tejrov Mountains and the Goodsoar Valley was silent and calm, the time was early morning, it was a bit dark as the sun was just about to rise and only the sound of birds chirping could be heard.

A cold wind blew by swaying the tree leaves which made a gentle rustling sound. The sun was slowly but surely rising in the sky illuminating the earth little by little dispelling the darkness. Everything was serene and calm in the vicinity.

Suddenly a crunching sound of dry leaves being crushed rang out along with the mild, almost nonexistent sound of footsteps.

A red-haired boy who wore a black scarf around his face presumably to hide his identity walked cautiously while holding a pitch-black sword in his hands. His steps were precise and his footwork was impeccable as he slowly made his way deep into the forest.

The boy was, of course, Rudra. At least he was the one currently possessing the body.

It had been three months since the banque