Jibblinplip's first wave of minions served as a brutal wake-up call. The ooze was no longer a distant threat—it was an immediate disaster marching straight across the Human Continent. Villages had fallen one after another, and dozens of guilds had already lost fighters.
The Emperor wasted no time. Letters sealed with the Empire's crest were delivered to every Kingdom, each one demanding immediate support for the upcoming purge of the monstrous ooze.
Inside the grand hall of the Imperial Palace, Emperor Vanadel Renais sat upon the golden throne. Even in old age, his presence filled the room. His shoulders were broad, his arms packed with muscle, and his gaze sharp enough to cut stone. He was the first human to ever reach the rare and final evolution of the Swordsman class—[Paragon]—a class so difficult to achieve that no one else had ever managed to obtain it.
