At this time, a resolute man rode on horseback into the area, atop a brown mare with a diamond-shaped white patch on her forehead.
Their intrusion startled the crows perched on the bones, scattering them into the sky, yet they refused to leave completely.
The man dismounted with swift and deft movements that displayed his agile figure. His fine armor and the pair of longswords on his back all signified that he was no ordinary fighter.
His grey hair was tied in a ponytail, and a scar crossed over his left eye, but it did not mar his handsome face; instead, it added a certain unique charm.
What was most unusual were the man's golden vertical pupils, not found in normal humans, giving him a somewhat demonic appearance.
The white-haired man's golden eyes scanned the ritual site. He squatted next to the Blood Pool, ran a hand through it, and murmured quietly as he examined the smear of blood on his fingertip.
