The voice came from behind the gathering of the Leon brothers. As a result, everyone, including the white giant and Marlon, turned their heads toward it.

Marlon was the first to spot him with his superior vision skill, and a frown quickly formed on his face.

"A kid?"

A young boy with pale white hair strolled through the path created by the puzzled Leon brothers and proceeded toward where Marlon had subdued the giant.

Looking at him, everyone could swear that he was not a single day older than fourteen.

Whispers erupted as everyone began to discuss the oddity of his presence in their midst.

Marlon himself was no exception.

Why was he here, and what did he mean by what he said? He wondered.

Better still, when he used Inspect on the kid, the frown on his face deepened.

[ Draven ]

[ Race: Human ]

[ Threat Level: B+ ]

[ Talent: Devour ]

His threat level and talent were not something he had expected at all.

While he was still trying to make sense of the mystery surrounding the boy's power, the kid arrived in front of them.

Draven was about two heads shorter than Marlon, so he tilted his head upward to look at him, as if scrutinizing him.

The look in the boy's eyes could not be easily described. Although his facial expression appeared calm, the emotions reflected within his eyes were something a boy his age should not possess.

"He is mine."

Then, out of nowhere, Draven demanded it again.

Marlon did not respond immediately and simply continued to observe him.

Something about him just did not feel right.

It was not his power or his talent, but the ominous aura he gave off.

It was one he had felt before.

The Lunaris.

But that was impossible. They had all been wiped out, so why was this young boy giving off a similar presence?

Aside from Marlon, everyone else was confused.

The hunters discussed among themselves, and those who were able to analyze his strength were even more unsettled when they discovered just how absurdly strong he was.

The gangsters, who were dwellers of the Deadlight District, did not seem to recognize the white-haired boy either. This much was clear from their stunned expressions.

Even the white giant could not help but glance back and forth between Marlon and the boy. At that moment, he felt like a slave, while the two of them appeared like slavers discussing the price on his head.

"Why do you want him?"

Marlon finally spoke. He had to say something, and there was no way to communicate normally with someone like this. The only thing he could do was ask about his intentions.

Draven did not respond and simply stared back at him, causing Marlon's frown to deepen further.

Then, after a brief pause, Draven spoke.

"He killed someone close to me."

He added immediately, "I am here to seek vengeance."

"I do not hold any issues against you, nor the Black Brotherhood, nor the hunters from the outside world. Leave this man and his gang for me to handle."

He continued.

Just as Marlon was about to respond, he felt a hand land on his shoulder. He turned his head to see Tinubu standing beside him.

Tinubu leaned closer and whispered something rather interesting into his ear.

Marlon nodded softly as he quickly grasped the gang leader's reasoning.

Thinking about what Tinubu had said, it would indeed be the better option to leave the destruction of the Leon Brotherhood in the hands of a fellow Deadlight District dweller.

In the first place, the Hunter Association had already issued serious warnings against participating in any form of conflict involving them.

Now that this strange kid had shown up, it was far better to leave the matter to him.

It would also be the perfect opportunity to witness how his talent actually worked.

Marlon nodded once more, turned to Draven, and said,

"You can have them."

"Thank you."

The white-haired kid was surprisingly polite despite his demeanor.

He bowed his head slightly as he offered his thanks.

The hunters and the Black Brothers grew even more intrigued by the boy. They all watched him with keen interest as he slowly turned toward the white giant.

"Who are you, kid? Do you even know who I am?"

The white giant reacted immediately, glaring at Draven with hostility.

Draven, however, only took two steps forward, shortening the distance between them.

His expression remained unchanged as he opened his mouth and spoke.

"My father's killer…"

He let the words fall calmly.

"You're one of the big Leons. You're among the people who killed my father."

He continued.

The white giant's reaction turned blank as he tried to grasp the situation before him.

Father?

Killed?

Did this kid know who he was? Did he not know how many men he had slaughtered? How could he possibly remember something like his father?

"DeAndre Moonshade."

Draven uttered the name in a clear and sharp tone.

"D-DeAndre Moonshade?"

The name echoed across the street.

Everyone who heard it reacted, including the Black Brotherhood.

How can this be? The Father of the Deadlight District is this kid's father? Tinubu wondered, the look on his face resembling that of someone who had just witnessed an unexpected plot twist.

On the other hand, upon hearing Draven's words, the white giant's eyes widened.

He remembered the name.

At that moment, a face resurfaced in his mind.

A tall, white-haired man wearing a kind smile.

A smile he had hated, yet secretly envied.

Now that the image had resurfaced, he took another look at the boy standing before him and quickly noticed the resemblance.

How could he have missed something so obvious?

"You joined in killing him because he was different from all of you, because he was kind."

"You took everything he worked for and twisted it into changes you knew he would hate if he were still alive."

"You left two children in this harsh world to survive without a guardian. My sister fell sick again and again because you took him away…"

"And for that, you must pay with your life."

Draven's voice grew sharper and louder with every sentence he spoke.

At the same time, a visible layer of glowing, misty red energy enveloped his body. The wind parted violently as pressure swept across the entire region, making the weak shiver and forcing even the strong to furrow their brows.

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