A young boy stood on the horizon, dragging the spider leg of the Three-headed King, astounding many!
Like a grand world, the sunset at the horizon stretched his shadow long and adorned him with golden edges, radiating a divine glow.
Whether they believed it or not, the Three-headed King was indeed dead. Everyone knew that, if he were alive, with his proud nature, he would never have allowed one of his severed legs to fall into the hands of others.
It was a long time before the crowd returned to their senses, each shuddering slightly.
"A rare hero made a name for himself here. Is he about to rise from this point?!" someone sighed.
"No, he must be eliminated, he can't be allowed to grow, otherwise...!" whispered someone from the Different Domain, believing that he might be a prodigy on par with members of the imperial family.
"I still have some doubts, is it really him who did the killing?" someone questioned.
