This was called the Doom of Aisenmoor. Millions of species die every year by these attacks.
———Ch-6
Omen, who was walking in front, was just following the coordinates given by the system on his mind.
Omen, who was 8 feet 2 inches tall, looked giant compared to his new Lackey, who was 5 feet and some inches tall.
Omen was walking ahead as he was showing the path and was not bothered by backstabbing because if the person behind him wanted to attack and kill him, it was as easy as killing a worm on the grinnd, but Maloch's thought was the complete opposite, he thought, 'Man being powerful is such a nice thing, you don't have to worry about being backstabbed.'
"What is your name?" Omen asked to check if the man tells the truth.
"Why do you ask? Tell me your name first." Maloch was not a pushover either.
"Omen, that's my name." Omen's impression on talking was based on his grandfather always talking in an authoritarian tone, he didn't know that.
