William and his teammates stared at the Bloodcrest brothers with all sorts of emotions, including fear and anger.They had realized their situation, and it really wasn’t a good one.Even if they were able to reach the exit without getting caught, they would still end up returning to where they began because they would not be able to escape.The realization made each of them even more startled by their current situation.“Haha, now that you have realized your situation, you should be obedient and just come with us willingly. If not, we will wait until you agree and then slaughter everyone else while waiting for your answer. But know that their blood will be on your head,” the Bloodcrest brothers grinned as they spoke.William gritted his teeth.“You bastards!” he cussed out loudly, unable to hold his anger any longer.“Keep shut, Mr. William. You are only alive now after everything you have done the last time simply because we have a use for you,” the Bloodcrest brothers barked at Will

The king's Arena was still filled with a crowd trying to escape the event of the Bloodcrest brothers' attack. People were running in all directions, shouting and screaming in panic. At the same time, in the Hunter organization, a report about what was happening at the arena arrived, accompanied by another report. The atmosphere in the organization was tense as hunters quickly read through the reports, trying to understand the situation. Phones were ringing non-stop, and hunters were busy relaying information to their teams on the ground.Mark Grayson sat in his office, reading the reports. He was a tall man with a stern expression, known for his calm demeanor even in the most chaotic situations. His office was filled with books and maps, showing his dedication to his work. "What!!" He called out in a loud voice and looked up at the hunter in his office. "Is this genuine, or are you guys trying to play a joke on me?" Mark asked with a frown as he refused to believe the news he had j

Outside the King’s Arena, a large crowd of powerful hunters and soldiers from the Froster family had gathered. The air was thick with tension as the warriors stood ready, their weapons gleaming in the dim light. The Froster family was known for their strength and determination, and today they were prepared to face any challenge that lay ahead.Mark and a strange man wearing a white mask stood in front of the hunters, their bodies radiating a powerful aura that would make a thousand people bow in fear. The masked leader was none other than Carson, who wore a mask to hide his face and protect his sister further. Carson's presence was imposing, and even the bravest hunters felt a shiver run down their spines as they stood in his shadow.However, the leader standing before the Froster family was nothing compared to the hunters’. He stood shivering profusely, gazing at the huge structure of the Arena. The Arena itself was a massive, foreboding building, its walls towering high into the sky

Two hours have passed at the King's arena. The hunter and the Soldiers of the Froster family have dealt with the Bloodcrest brothers with all their might and determination to fight the injustice and avenge the blood of the innocent spilled today. The air was thick with tension and the smell of blood, as the once vibrant arena now bore the scars of a brutal battle.At this moment, several Bloodcrest brothers could be seen lying on the ground, either dead or bound by chains. Their once fierce and defiant expressions were now replaced with pain and resignation.The hunters stood beside those with chains binding them, their faces strict and resolute. They showed no mercy, their eyes cold and unforgiving, reflecting the harshness of the battlefield."You bastards! You might have won today, but the Bloodcrest brothers will strike again next time with a force that even you guys will not be able to fight against," one of the Bloodcrest brothers chained to the ground said, his tone filled with

The scene at the makeshift infirmary was one of chaos and urgency. Hunters and civilians alike were working together to tend to the injured. Makeshift beds were lined up in the open space, and people were hurrying back and forth with supplies. The atmosphere was tense as everyone scrambled to help those in need, their faces etched with worry and determination.“Careful with that leg!” shouted a burly hunter as he helped a civilian lift a wounded man onto a stretcher. His voice was loud and firm, trying to direct the frantic efforts around him.“I’m trying!” the civilian retorted, his voice strained under the weight. “It’s not exactly light, you know!” He struggled to keep his grip, sweat dripping down his forehead as he tried to balance the injured man.Nearby, a young woman was bandaging a deep gash on another hunter’s arm. “Hold still, will you?” she muttered, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her hands moved quickly but carefully, trying to stop the bleeding and keep the wound