The eucalyptus tree was split in two by a blade of wind, forcing a shadowy figure to leap out from behind it.
Light and shadow interwove around this figure, allowing them to blend almost perfectly with the surrounding environment, making them easily overlooked at a glance.
Upon closer inspection, however, one could make out what seemed to be a native youth, his skin deep brown, his head adorned with bird feathers.
At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the exquisite figure among the "Skin Wearers," his entire being seemingly radiating the flames of his anger.
His teeth couldn't help but grind subconsciously.
The murderous intent in his eyes was impossible to hide.
