There are no monsters in this world.
Veterans said that the dead on the ancient battlefield would stand up at night; Hongshang said that even crows flew around the woods in Anling. But there are no monsters in the official documents, and there are no monsters in the church's scriptures. The storyteller's stories are dismissed, and the guests go home with a pat on the back, and no one takes them seriously.
Kyle is an orphan adopted by the mercenary group "Gray Crow". He is fourteen years old and is the lowest-ranking handyman in the camp. What he wants is not much: a sword of his own, a name to be written on the roster, and the qualification to join the army in the spring.
Then, a contract with three times the military salary sent the entire regiment of one hundred and eighty-seven people into the old castle in the mountains without a hammer on the clock.
Overnight, the legend stood in front of everyone.
At dawn, there are no more gray crows in the world. The official document read: The Gray Crow Mercenary Group mutinied in front of the formation and was wiped out on the spot.
Kyle climbed out of the pile of corpses. In his arms was the iron plate left by his mother, with a half-burnt military flag wrapped around his shoulders, and he spoke a truth that no one believed. His enemy is twofold - the person who betrayed Gray Crow is still rising in decent clothes, and the thing that swallowed Gray Crow "doesn't exist" at all.
And there are more and more wars on this continent, and those things that should have been rotten in legends are waking up earlier and earlier every year.
He is not crazy. He was just the first to know - the door could no longer be closed.
