In the darkness, his body continued to tremble. His face was deathly pale and contorted in pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling from his forehead. A strange aura coiled around him, drifting slowly. Only as dawn approached did his trembling stop, and his expression finally ease. By then, people were already out on the street, beginning another busy day of making a living. No one knew that the future Sword God, who would one day dominate the continent, had taken his first step right here...
