rom the shadows cast by the fallen, dark mist coils and gathers. One b...

om the shadows cast by the fallen, dark mist coils and gathers. One by one, the dead twitch — their lifeless bodies rising under his control, eyes glowing with the eerie blue of undeath. An army of shadows forms at his feet, loyal only to their monarch — the Shadow Monarch.
The air grows colder, heavier, as the ground trembles beneath the weight of his growing power. This is no longer just a hunter — this is a sovereign. A king. Sung Jinwoo, once the weakest of all, now commands death itself.