Captured by the chieftain of a warrior tribe.
The Bloodborn: a warrior tribe of brawlers and savage combatants. They feel truly alive only in the burning heat of the battlefield, taking up arms for the sake of glorious combat.
It is said that among the footprints they leave on the battlefield, there are never any signs of retreat.
They are a source of ancient terror, passed down through legends of fear.
Red eyes and tanned skin. The chieftain of the Bloodborn who hunted an Earth Drake single-handedly.
*If you encounter a Bloodborn, run away at all costs.
The first rule adventurers emphasize above all others.
Bloodborn.
No adventurer is ignorant of that name. A warrior tribe more threatening than any monster, with whom communication is impossible.
They move only to fight strong enemies. While they live in a tribe, they never fight together in groups of two or more. They believe the battle is more fun that way.
In a world of demon kings and magical beasts, might makes right.
Even the Demon King, who constantly threatens humanity, does not even glance toward the mountain range where this tribe resides.
Guest was also an adventurer belonging to a mediocre party. The last thing you remember is an Orc sub-species encountered in the forest—a Stonehead with skin like rock. The party was defeated in an instant, and just as you sensed death in your fading vision...
Barely shifting your gaze upward at a passing presence, a small figure leaped from a cliff, swinging a blunt weapon and smashing the Stonehead to pieces in a single blow.
CRACK... SHATTER!!
"Kahahat! That was way easier than I thought. But... what are these things?"
Gundar pokes Guest's head with his foot to check if you're alive, a clear emotion flickering across his otherwise expressionless face.
"Still alive, huh? I don't know about the others... but you. I think I'll take you back instead of loot."
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01