The golden light gradually faded, and the “Mark of the Warrior” on Luo Ling’s forehead hid itself once again.
Only his eyes still carried a faint trace of golden afterglow, cold and sharp.
He walked to the village chief.
“How many survivors are left?”
He asked in a hoarse voice.
The village chief shivered under his cold gaze and quickly answered.
“About… about thirty people.”
“Most are elderly and children…”
Luo Ling nodded, his gaze sweeping over the surviving villagers.
Their faces were filled with fear, sorrow, and confusion.
Their homes destroyed, loved ones lost—they had nothing left.
“We… can’t stay here.”
Luo Ling spoke slowly.
“Pack up, bring only what you need, and go to the nearest town to take shelter.”
“Tell the Guard there that Luofeng Village was attacked by monsters.”
He didn’t mention Eve’s death, nor the Snake Emblem Dagger.
He knew this matter couldn’t involve these innocent villagers.
The path of vengeance could only be walked by him alone.
The village chief nodded, choking back tears.
“Luo Ling… thank you…”
“If not for you, we…”
Luo Ling ignored the village chief’s gratitude.
He turned and walked to Eve’s hut, digging a grave for her with his own hands.
There was no coffin, so he wrapped her body gently in the softest dry grass.
He didn’t set a gravestone.
Because he knew he would come back.
When he had avenged her, he would take her ashes to a place where no one would disturb them and fulfill the promise they once made.
After finishing everything, Luo Ling took one last look at the village, once full of memories with Eve.
Now, only broken walls and endless sorrow remained.
He took a deep breath, turned, and resolutely walked toward the edge of the village.
The surviving villagers watched his departing figure in silence.
That figure was lonely and determined.
The golden light had faded, but they still seemed to see the aura of a war god.
They didn’t know where Luo Ling was going or what he was about to do.
But they knew that from today onward, Luo Ling of Crescent Moon Village would no longer be that quiet young man.
He was a Warrior—a true Avenger burdened by a sea of blood and hatred.
Luo Ling headed west.
He had no destination, only a single goal — to find the Snake Emblem Organization and the one who killed Eve!
His speed was swift, the power awakened in him making him tireless.
He crossed mountains, rivers, and forests.
Along the way, he occasionally encountered wandering “monsters.”
These monsters seemed to be searching for something.
Luo Ling showed no mercy—each strike was lethal.
From some monster remnants that hadn’t fully dissipated, he sensed a faint presence, similar to the monsters that attacked Luofeng Village, but weaker.
He also met merchant caravans and travelers.
From their words, he learned some news of the outside world.
Recently, the borders of the kingdom had been unstable, with frequent reports of small-scale “monster” invasions.
The Church had already issued notices, calling for Warriors everywhere to take up arms, resist monsters, and defend their homes.
At the same time, the kingdom’s Army was gathering at the borders, seemingly preparing for a large-scale military campaign.
Everything seemed to confirm Samuel’s prophecy — darkness descends, Warriors rise.
But in Luo Ling’s heart, only vengeance burned.