
The long journey after the battles in K28 and K106 had left Phantom quieter than usual. The last revelations still echoed in his mind, and every kingdom he crossed seemed to hide new shadows, as if someone was watching his steps from a distance. Still, the morning felt calm. Snow fell slowly, the wind moved without force, and the world was silent in a way that felt almost unnatural for a warrior who lived inside war.
But silence never lasts long around Phantom. Among the information he carried, one name kept appearing again and again.
Lord Lubtech.
He was not a powerful commander or a legendary fighter. He was something worse. A hidden messenger. Someone who moved letters, alliances, invitations, and promises between rulers who were unhappy with Phantom’s rise. Rumors said Lubtech tried to convince soldiers from many kingdoms to abandon their leaders and join groups that stood against Phantom’s influence. And among those names were men who served Phantom directly.
That was not something he forgave. That was not something he ignored.
When Phantom finally reached the kingdom where Lubtech operated, he understood that he was in the right place. Three castles stood out among the frozen mountains, surrounded by towers and unusual movement. It was clear that a network of communication existed there, protected by a small circle of allies.

Phantom approached in silence, his eyes following every detail of the terrain. The first castle belonged to Lubtech, large and active, full of troops and signs of recent movement. It looked more like a communication center than a fortress.
The second target was Osaka, Lubtech’s right hand, responsible for monitoring routes and protecting that part of the kingdom, and calculating the resources for the people around the kingdom. He was someone very important and could not be absent.
The third was Kevin Jack, positioned farther away but still important, guarding paths used to send and receive hidden messages, and also a leader of the spy and raven order.
Phantom was already preparing to attack, but then something unexpected happened. Something that made him feel worried and a little bit scared.
While watching the distant walls, he saw movement on the horizon. A bright line of troops crossing the snow. Shields lifted. Spears flashing. Speed far above normal. They were not Phantom’s soldiers. They were not local patrols. It was another invader. Another hunter is aiming for the same targets. Or is it aiming to attack the ghost?
Phantom understood immediately. He was not alone in this invasion. And if he wanted to deliver his message, he needed to move faster than the other predator. He also needed to be fast to do not get caught by him. Time was against him. The war began at once.

The first attack fell on Lubtech like a storm. The walls cracked, and 7.3 million soldiers fell in minutes. Phantom lost only 120 thousand troops, a very successful first attack.

The second hit came quickly, destroying 7.4 million more and breaking the last organized defenses. While Phantom lost only 114 thousand troops.


The third attack cleared another 7.9 million, tearing through the city with almost no resistance. And the final blow erased the last 2.8 million, leaving Lubtech completely exposed.
After that, with anger in their eyes, Phantom’s soldiers moved to Osaka…

Phantom moved to Osaka without losing a single second. The castle fell quickly, losing 6.3 million soldiers. Phantom did not manage to kill all the troops, and also lost only 113 thousand men.

Lastly, Kevin Jack was defeated after falling with 3 million of his troops. Everything was fast. Clean. Silent. But the question remained.
Who was the other invader? What are his plans?
Phantom followed the marks on the ground, the deep footprints in the snow, the shattered shields and frozen arrows. Then he found the answer.
The marks belonged to a warrior named Vangark. A known hunter.

He was not an ally. Not an enemy. Just another predator thirsty for blood. Someone who had attacked the same targets on the same day, almost at the same time. A silent competitor. A shadow moving behind Phantom’s shadow.
Phantom walked to the center of the ruins and looked at everything around him. Lubtech, Osaka, Kevin Jack… all destroyed. But something felt wrong. The air was heavy. The silence is too deep. The battlefield carried a strange presence, as if someone had been watching everything from the dark.
Then Phantom understood.
Vangark’s presence was not random. It was not a coincidence. Someone was tracking Phantom’s movements. Someone was studying his attacks. Someone was following him from kingdom to kingdom like a hunter chasing prey.
From that moment on, Phantom knew the truth.
Every invasion would be dangerous. Every step would be observed. Any battle could mean his death. He closed his hand slowly, breathed the cold air, and looked at the dark horizon with absolute certainty. Someone was hunting the hunter.
And when that day came, there would be no room for mistakes.





