On October 1, the sky over the Americas was still veiled in a hazy gray of volcanic ash.
High above, the golden Corpse-Slaying List—visible yet untouchable—vanished amidst a brilliant flash of golden light.
The one hundred individuals whose names graced the roster stood scattered across the continent, each harboring their own thoughts and expectations. Some knew who had created the list, while others did not, but all agreed that the mastermind must be a supreme, mighty being.
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