In the sudden arrival of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, an unexpected guest appeared at Hill's door, knocking on misfortune.
Hill clearly sensed the strangeness and unpredictability of this person, something murky and filthy contained within the darkness of his being.
Thick shadows enveloped the visitor, a streak of Thunder flashed across the sky, the pale light illuminating his body, only then could Hill barely make out his figure.
A wide black robe draped over the visitor's body, woven with special materials; raindrops slid off it swiftly, unable to dampen it... or perhaps the visitor possessed a power that rejected all things, impervious to intrusion.
His presence was so abrupt, as if he shouldn't exist in this world.
The lightning shattered the black mist cloaking the visitor, his face gradually became clear, Hill saw a handsome face with a slight smile on his lips, beneath the robe were luxurious and elegant garments, and in his hand, he held a gem-encrusted staff.
