Andrew drew in a deep breath, looking at the sky as he said, "Back then, my target was Constantine Dracul, the Vampire Prince of the Dark Trinity. I honestly didn't think much of it at first because even though Constantine was already a martial god, he had just broken through. I was only a martial emperor, but I trusted the strength of the Iron Cavalry."

He added, "Forget about Constantine, even if another martial god showed up, we could have still pulled out alive. But nothing went the way I expected. It was a trap, a deliberate setup that forced me to watch the entire Iron Cavalry get wiped out.

"And that burning feeling in my body and that boiling, killing intent weren't battle adrenaline. They were instinctive warning signals, a plea for me to stop, a gut feeling telling me not to go any deeper."

He paused, lowering his head with pain in his eyes. "But I didn't know any of that back then. And after that… everything ended."

A sharp ache hit Luna's chest. She gently embraced And