The Author's POV

Leviathan building, private training ground, Lock.

—Clang! —Clang!

A sword and two daggers interlocked together, and sparks flew in the air.

Shortly after, two figures appeared a couple of meters away from each other. Their breathing was even, indicating that their exchange was only a light one.

They were Kevin and Jin.

Staring at the daggers in his hands, Jin frowned.

Pointing his dagger at Kevin, he darkly said.

"What are you doing?"

His tone carried hints of anger.

"What do you mean?"

Kevin absentmindedly lowered his sword.

Glaring at Kevin, Jin put his daggers away.

"If you're not interested in sparring with me properly, then don't call me again. Don't waste my time like this."

Just before Kevin could reply, Jin turned around and left the training grounds.

Staring at Jin's back, Kevin let out a sigh.

"Haaa…"

Although he wanted to refute what Jin had said, he couldn't muster any words to argue back. That was because he was right.

in his right mind

book, he could no longer focus on basic things such as

didn't know why, but the image of the

been implanted in his mind,

"Just what are you…"

towards the side of the training ground, Kevin's

it, he slowly picked it

day ago, after mustering his courage one more time, much to his relief, he realized that he could now touch the book without going through some crazy experience

seemed as though it was

on the bench beside the book, Kevin opened the book and read what was written on

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the battlefield, and a thick wave of bloodlust began to

distance, ***** face became dyed

like it's about

second wave was just about

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going on?…and

the book, the more

a complete mystery to him. The more he had it with him, the bigger the mystery

was the figure depicted in the book? Kevin did try to look back at previous pages to

of how much Kevin tried to read the previous pages, the pages

of his apprehension about the book, Kevin did not experiment much with it. But from what he found out in the last day or so of having it was only visible to him. No one else could see it, further

words written on the book, his

who the person was, but in the end, he couldn't. The only thing he knew about the person was that he

book, Kevin

the grip of the book, he silently

if only I

long as he could read back on the book, he'd be able to figure out the identity of the mysterious figure being depicted

see at the