With his bright blue eyes contrasting the darkness of both his outfit and his aura, Calvin made his way inside the place he loathed the most: the underworld.
“I thought he’s not coming back.”
“Who is he?”
“The king.”
Murmurs of voices filled with confusion, anger, fear, or hatred filled the place the moment they were aware of the presence of the guy who beat everyone who dares to block his way, eventually creating his name and lifted himself up to where he is now.
“King Serpent’s going to wreak havoc today, isn’t he?”
“Looks like it’s gonna get bloody.”
“Death himself came back, huh?”
Despite being absent for a long time, his name that spells danger and emits death is enough to make everyone unite to talk about the same topic: The King Serpent.
Not minding the whispers and obvious
