A pair of black eyes slowly changed color to red. And even the red started fading, revealing purple patches. The purple spread, and the whole irises were soon violet, gleaming with satisfaction.
This very pair of eyes was hidden under a veil of long silver hair, dancing in the wind as it liked.
The hair and eyes belonged to a petite figure skipping through an empty city toward a monster standing in the center. The young boy, fresh into puberty, was very out of place.
If someone else was there, they could feel the intense pressure all around the city and would think the boy wasn't a human, since it didn't seem to affect him.
The monster didn't move an inch, its eyes locked on the boy. With each breath the monster took, the black gem on its forehead gleamed sharply for a split second.
It was clear. The monster was dangerous. But the boy remained calm and carefree, as if he knew the monster wouldn't harm him—at least, not at the moment.
