บท 2112: The Devil Draws Out The Underworld

In a dark secluded underground chamber sat a man. He was clad in a baggy clothes that covered every inch of his skin. He wore a Sage-level mask that covered his face.

A Sage.

Yet, one would never guess looking it looking at him.

The reason for it was quite simple.

He concealed his power.

He concealed his aura.

He concealed the sheer magnitude of his existence.

He concealed all of it.

For he was afraid. He feared his peers and, well, everybody.

He feared Martial Sages because they possessed the power to kill him. He even feared Martial Masters in fear of them breaking through to the Sage Realm and then gaining the power to kill him.

That was why he ran away from the world and concealed himself in the darkness. He feared them all. It was also why the Underworld managed to gain so much power and entrench itself well into the Kandrian Empire.

Today, too, he concealed himself in fear in his personal base.