บท 415: Fishermen Village.

"Hello, young one." From the bright part of the forest, a single, muscular man stepped inside the black smoke. The more he walked, the farther the corruption retreated from him.

A large back hung over his broad shoulder, and his mouth was stretched into a grin.

"I-It's you!" Isaac exclaimed.

"We didn't introduce each other before…" The muscular man chuckled and scratched the back of his head, "My name is Spartacus, Mythical Figure, containing the Legacy of Gladiators."

Isaac's eyes shook.

A moment later, Spartacus took a strong grip on his sword and saw hundreds of shadowy figures appearing in his peripheral vision. With a long sigh, he stepped past Isaac and swung his sword.

A single sword strike sliced the black smoke in half, and silence was heard throughout the universe. There was no wind, no birds were chirping, and there was no noise at all.