The last few years had been nothing but torment for the Dark Blood King.
A constant state of anxiety gripped his mind, gnawing at him day and night. Despite mobilizing an overwhelming amount of power—billions of warriors scouring every inch of the Ninth Realm with relentless determination—they had failed.
Completely.
Not a single additional fragment of the Sacred Treasure had been found.
Aside from the first piece they had secured, the Dark Blood Kingdom had gained nothing.
At first, the Dark Blood King had been willing to accept that perhaps one or two fragments had slipped through the cracks. After all, at a glance, those fragments resembled nothing more than worthless scraps of broken armor.
But this?
Finding none at all?
That could only mean one thing.
Someone else had taken them.
His suspicion had immediately fallen upon the Eternal Soul Kingdom of the Eighth Realm. They had already begun sending spies into his domain, making them the most likely culprits.
