Blood Moon City Central Square.
"Are you all discarded failures?"
Lanci asked sincerely.
Rashar seemed not to have heard clearly earlier and asked him to repeat it, so he did.
"Landry, courting death!!!"
Rashar roared hoarsely.
His outstretched palm manipulated the blood mist; countless crimson tendrils extended from the mist, sweeping towards Lanci like venomous serpents, ready to drag this reckless human into an eternal scarlet abyss!
"Why are you so angry?"
The figure in the deep gray coat stood unmoving amidst the blood serpents and sea of flames, showing none of the deathly panic Rashar had anticipated, merely stroking his right cheek with a sigh.
