Volume 1: Bo'an Awakening & The Calamity Storm
The night wind howled relentlessly through the jagged ravines of Mount Cang Lei, violently flattening the withered reeds along the shores of Lake Tianjing. Down in the depths of the gorge, the stagnant air hung thick and suffocating, choked with the nauseating stench of decomposing carcasses intermingling with the acrid, sulfurous fumes billowing from a massive bronze sacrificial cauldron.
From the crest of a craggy outcropping jutting far over the abyss, Lin Feng lunged downward like a hunting falcon stooping upon its prey!
The youth’s silhouette shredded the freezing mountain air, plunging headlong toward the jagged granite shoals flanking the lake. His dark tactical mantle whipped wildly in the gale, his obsidian eyes—gleaming behind the cold contour of his silver hunter’s mask—locked dead onto the three black-robed figures and the cluster of unnatural abominations guarding the base of the sacrificial cauldron.
“Who goes there?!”
The lead Nether Church cultist shrieked in sudden panic, his voice grating and dry, like old bones grinding together in a desecrated graveyard.
At his feet, the three Bone-Corpse Hounds reacted in an instant. They were hideous, necrotic hunting beasts—their putrefying flesh sloughing away to expose jagged, ash-gray rib cages, their hollow eye sockets burning with soulless emerald phosphorescence. Catching the distinct scent of living human vitality, the three Servant-class abominations released choked, guttural snarls from deep within their rotten gullets.