章節 141: The Backstory of Laban DaeMon & The Winner's Demands

{800 years Before Leviathan's Attack}

A beat up Laban DaeMon, without her face tattoos, falls to the ground. She has Madame Fryer, sheathed in her hand.

Shadows cover her and with one blackeye shut closed, she looks up at whoever she is being attacked by. She starts crying as she yells up at them.

Laban DaeMon: "I'm not a loser! l helped you kill Skalmönd, so why are you treating me like this?! I thought we were sisters sticking together against this shitty world?!

I'll show all of you! If any of us are going to become the most feared, it's gunna be me!"

A barefoot covered in golden Seiõr kicks the crying DaeMon in the jaw, knocking her out.

She wakes up, it is now night time.

She still has the legendary sword inside the golden sheath, in her clenched hand as she gets up.