บท 1837: The Start

Sivalka's face was just like his voice, panicked and afraid.

In fact, it wasn't just Sivalka who reacted that way.

Inside the tent, the atmosphere was like a mute button had been pressed.

Every Demon Hunters was frozen by what they heard at that moment.

Black Cataclysm!

All the Demon Hunters in the tent had experienced the Black Cataclysm firsthand. 

Although they survived the initial wave because of how strong they were, the plague failing to take their lives, they had seen too many cases of the plague reaping the lives of the innocent.

No one was willing to experience that horror again, but soon enough, the veteran Demon Hunters quickly regained their senses. 

They looked at Kieran. 

The only one who kept calm was Kieran, as if everything was within his expectations and from a certain perspective, it was the truth, a truth that no one would have guessed.