Veridian walked through the dense tropical forest.
He was systematically trapping his prey, one by one, into the intricate illusions he wove.
His points on the leaderboard soared with each successful elimination.
Veridian walked in short, confident strides, his gaze constantly sweeping the environment, looking for new targets.
His grandfather, Neil Ashford, had given him only one mission for this event and that was to secure the first rank in the ranking battles, no matter the what.
Veridian was a direct grandson of Neil Ashford.
His parents had passed away early in his life because of reasons unknown to him.
This early loss had, in a twisted way, contributed to the shaping of his unique and unsettling personality.
Veridian had a unique appearance. His hair was a striking shade of purple, contrasting with his pale skin.
His face though being handsome, was often adorned with a creepy, unsettling smile.
