It Burned Crimson

A scar running across his face and a physique hard as rock.

The aura he gave off was on an entirely different level from the other scavengers we had seen in the wastelands.

This man was Max, the commander of the Army of the Dead.

A man who called himself the successor to the fallen old empire and sought to build a city for the living in the wastelands.

A remnant of the fallen empire that had built a fortress using Lumina’s head.

Even I, who knew nothing about such things, could tell that this man was professionally trained.

But more than anything, what captured our attention was the thick mane around his neck.

A golden lion’s mane.

The lion symbol said to exist only among the descendants of the imperial family.

A lion beastkin...