659 Gennie, The Woman That was Supposed to be Dead

Day 148 - 12:39 AM - East Area Forest Border, San Roque, Pandan, Catanduanes

In the middle of the night, a reddish-black dragon was dumping unconscious men on the mud. In the forest not far from it, a Demon was surrounded by different magical races.

It was quite a surreal scene, a scene that almost no human in modern times would believe.

Mark shrugged at the silence that enveloped the surroundings.

There were no lies in what he said. It was also true that the only time he met this Aunt of his was when he was just a small boy. Nevertheless, it seemed to be hard for these races to believe him.

But then, Mark's Aunt stepped forward with an unsure expression.

"You are... Mark?" She asked. "That boy that suddenly got lost for no reason and then just appeared in front of the house after sunset?"

"Ah..."

Mark could not make a come back to that.