The demon could sense it clearly—this man he was again, was no ordinary human. He carried knowledge that no mortal should possess.
Vowen...
A name that hadn't been uttered in over a thousand years. It was what his kind had once been called—warriors who fought in the legendary war against the Great Demon Lord Argrouth. And now, it seems, this human was also the same as the demon.
If someone still remembered that name, it could only mean one thing—
This person, too, has retained his memories from a thousand years ago.
Since the fall of the Vowen, no reawakening had ever occurred. Their bloodlines were believed to have vanished, their souls left dormant. Even the Demon Lord had disappeared into the shadows, biding his time.
But recently, something shifted. The stars began to align. Godsend Apostles started to descend once again. The dormant demonic legions stirred. The world, unknowingly, braced for another reckoning.
Amid the growing unrest, the Vowen found him—his target.
