Chapter 2462

A hundred years ago, Maxim's master at the time, Malior Young, was walking alongside a young Maxim after attending the ceremony to divide the anti-magic stone. The two were walking back to the East District when they passed a small village. Malior suddenly sensed an intense smell of blood in the air. “Hold on,” Malior said, pausing abruptly. “What is it, master?” Maxim asked curiously. Malior pulled out a talisman from his sleeve. The paper talisman floated up into the air, glowing slightly. “Just as I thought. The village ahead has likely been massacred,” Malior said, his tone cold and grim. “Master, should we…” Maxim hesitated. “The murderer has already left,” Malior stated calmly. “But what if there are survivors? Shouldn’t we check just in case?” Maxim urged. “No, there’s no need. Let’s move on—" he began to answer but was interrupted. At that moment, a faint crimson mist floated into the air from the village. “I see! Follow me, Maxim!” Malior said, his sharp eyes narrow