C1050 Kennel

God Realm, junkyard.

"Haha!"

A teenager with short black hair, about thirteen or fourteen years old, was sitting in a desolate ruin, breathing heavily.

"That was close! I almost died!"

Lee Han leaned on a piece of rock that was flipped over from the ground, his two arms tightly holding onto a short blade that was covered in blood, as it continuously slid down from his forehead