The light swept across Tristan’s neck.

Squelch!

Blood splattered everywhere wildly, and a head soared up into the air.

Tristan’s head tumbled in the air, and he could see his own body spurting blood. His eyes widened as though he was trying to remember the scene right before his death. And in his heart, he inexplicably thought, ‘Well, no matter. Death is a relief. I finally don’t have to eat that disgusting mud anymore!’

“No!”

Abel roared up into the sky.

Tristan was his son, the greatest