The last nine long years were very eventful.
The White Raven Guild had emerged as a formidable power within the city of Edinburgh, its reputation solidified through constant conflict with the neighboring kingdom.
Eren's vision of a guild that would reshape the landscape had become a reality as the guild's members made their mark on the battlefield. The mere mention of their name struck fear into the hearts of Layos' forces, for they knew all too well the prowess of Eren's guild.
As the conflict raged on, the White Raven Guild played an active role in the strife between Edinburgh and Layos. In accordance with their war contracts, the guild had dispatched two squads to join the ranks of the company led by Karl Riverine.
Bianca Bluedust and Renita Diabreao stood at the helm of their respective squads, their rise to the esteemed Expert Rank a testament to their dedication and the Rank-up Programs organized by the guild. Though smaller in number compared to other guilds, the White Raven Guild had invested heavily in their members, allowing them to unlock their true potential.
Among the ranks of the guild stood a figure who held a dual role, both leader and lone warrior. He had forsaken the need for a dedicated squad, declaring himself self-sufficient. When it came to the war between the kingdoms, he needed no other.
Known by his official title, Grimdawn, allies and enemies alike recognized his formidable presence.
Surrounded by Layos' Rankers, Eren found himself amid a battle formation crafted solely for him. He surveyed the elves who encircled him, his gaze narrowing with a hint of apprehension.
Yet, within moments, his frown gave way to a knowing smile as his eyes settled on the opposing squad leader. There was a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as he bowed before his adversaries, a light chuckle escaping his lips.
"Ah, a battle formation crafted exclusively for my sake?" Eren's voice resonated with casual confidence. His smile danced at the corner of his lips, a playful edge in his tone.
"I'm honored," Grimdawn said without any apprehension in his voice.
'Eren, do you require assistance? Shall I redirect a squad to your location?' Karl Riverine's voice echoed through the communication channel, filled with genuine concern upon learning that Eren had been forcibly teleported away from the main battlefield. His words carried the weight of a commander who valued the safety of his allies.
'No need, Uncle Karl. In fact, this separation works to my advantage. It makes my job a bit easier," Eren's voice exuded confidence and reassurance, putting Karl's worries at ease. Trusting in Eren's capabilities, Karl relinquished his inquiries and focused on his own critical duel against Isen Osan, a notorious traitor who had defied death's grasp time and again.
Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, the leader of the opposing squad fixated her gaze upon Grimdawn, her beautiful features both captivating and sinister. Her light blue skin contrasted with fiery red eyes, while her black hair cascaded down her back.
She belonged to the elusive night elf race, a captivating enigma in its own right. With a mixture of fascination and cruelty in her eyes, she tantalizingly licked her lips, a gesture that carried an air of seduction but betrayed her true intentions toward Eren.
As she bowed before him, her movement revealing a provocative display of cleavage, it became apparent that her desires were far from romantic in nature.
"Hehehe. It is my honor as well to finally cross paths with you, Grimdawn. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lysa," she declared, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and determination. Meanwhile, with a commanding tone, she relayed her instructions to her squad through the voice communication channel, ensuring they remained alert and prepared.
Lysa understood all too well that even with the successful implementation of their battle formation, their safety could never be guaranteed. Her opponent, Grimdawn, was a force to be reckoned with—an entity whose Individuality had surpassed all expectations.
Eren's sheer prowess made him a formidable adversary, capable of holding his own against a multitude of Rankers, even when faced with less honorable tactics and overwhelming odds.
Lysa had been given explicit orders: eliminate Grimdawn at any cost. She understood the stakes and was even permitted to sacrifice her squad members as collateral if it meant finally bringing an end to Eren.
"No need to waste any more time. Let us settle this swiftly, Miss Lysa," Eren motioned for Lysa to engage him, his index finger pointing towards her in a taunting gesture. In the blink of an eye, a pair of katars materialized in his hands, his trusted weapons—the lethal Dicerros set.
"Go," Lysa commanded, her focus on controlling the battle formation.
Standing within a runic circle that served as the guiding eye of their tactical formation, she understood that facing Grimdawn head-on might not be the most prudent strategy. Instead, she sought to utilize the available resources wisely, ensuring every advantage was exploited in their quest to dispose of Eren.
As the battle raged within the confines of the formidable battle formation, Eren swiftly grasped its true nature. It became evident that this particular formation granted his opponents a significant advantage, multiplying the potency of their physical attacks tenfold.
Their enhanced stats and fortified defenses allowed them to engage Eren in a fierce contest, steadily inflicting injuries upon him. However, a crucial stipulation within the formation restricted both Eren and his adversaries from utilizing their elemental spells, a deliberate move to neutralize Eren's mastery of his elements.
The elves, well aware of the depth of Eren's elemental attainments, sought to level the playing field. Which was ironic, considering elves were usually the ones with more profound elemental attainments than their human adversaries.
Within the enclosed space, the clash of weapons echoed, and the air became thick with the scent of blood as both sides exchanged heavy blows. With each passing moment, Eren realized the level of preparation and planning that Lysa and her teammates had undertaken.
The odds were stacked against him within the battle formation, their relentless assault pushing him to the brink of exhaustion and impeding his ability to effectively counter their attacks.
Yet, in a moment of respite, Eren seized the opportunity to employ his unique Ability—Instant Reset. With a snap of his fingers, the fabric of reality warped, mending his battered form within mere moments. His appearance, bloodied and unyielding, exuded a dangerous aura as he fixed his unwavering gaze upon his opponents, devoid of any discernible emotions.
"A good fight. Worthy adversaries. It's time to put something to the test," Grimdawn murmured to himself, a hint of excitement in his voice. Drawing upon his accumulated experiences from the past nine years, he summoned a Hex gear specifically crafted to harness the power of his Sin Series mana and multiple classes.
Bear's Hex Gear + Berserker Class + Wrath Mana.
AN: Eren plans to manufacture Hex gear sets in chapter 1225.
