Falcon was standing on top of a building excitedly: "I miss your blood... I'll be late Ace to have fun! I don't know where you are anyway!"

His journey began in chaos here and there, drinking the blood of his own race.

The chaos spread and the matter reached the ruler, who prepared his soldiers to repel one person..! Falcon! Which is called here the little monster..

He stood on top of a building, blood on all his clothes, as he held one of the young victims this time!

He was just a five-year-old boy spreading his wings and trying to escape from him.

Falcon whispers coldly: "You look like...