The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound

'Where is this place?'

Vikir checked his body.

There was no mana and it was extremely weak

There is not even a handful of auras that he had built up across his countless battles

'Did I fall into hell?'

But it is not.

This place... ... It's too barren to even call it hell.

A place where even hell would look more hospitable. Because that is the Baskeville family.

' There is no way that I do not know the atmosphere of the place where I have lived as a hunting dog for the past 30 years. '

The smell of blood, of pus, of all that was filthy and dead.

Vikir van Baskeville had a hunch. That he had returned to the time when he had just been born.