The night air was thick with the scent of blood and ancient stone. Xeran stood amidst the fallen wolves, their cores now a part of him. His body pulsed with newfound strength, but something deeper—something older—was calling to him.

  Beyond the battlefield, hidden beneath the towering trees, y a forgotten ruin. Its cracked stone walls were covered in glowing, ancient runes that pulsed like a heartbeat. As he stepped closer, a sudden wave of déjà vu struck him.

  This pce… I’ve been here before.

  A sharp pain stabbed through his skull as fragments of his past life surfaced. Visions of bloodied battlefields, divine wrath, and a name whispered through time.

  “The Devourer’s Tomb.”

  Before he could process it, a notification fshed before his eyes.

  [Hidden Quest Activated: Unlock the Devourer’s Legacy]

  Xeran’s heart pounded. He reached out, pcing his palm against the stone. The moment he did, the runes fred to life, and a deep rumbling echoed through the ruins.

  Then—footsteps.

  A presence emerged from the shadows.

  “Well, well… what do we have here?”

  Xeran turned, his eyes narrowing at the figure stepping into the moonlight—a young noble, draped in ornate armor, fnked by two knights. His smirk radiated arrogance.

  “You’re trespassing on my family’s nd.” The noble sneered. “Be a good peasant and kneel.”

  Xeran cracked his knuckles.

  Looks like I’m about to make my first enemy.

  TO BE CONTINUED…