Footsteps echo ominously.
The floorboards creak, invading the deep silence.
As the six hardened criminals take their stance, they watch as the door above their underground meeting room lifts, and a man slowly proceeds inside.
He descends with silent grace, his robe fluttering with the sudden draft caused by the sudden ventilation. With his raven black hair complementing the eyepatch that covers his right eye, he has a distinct gentlemanly look.
However, unmistakably, this man reeks of blood!
His blade drips with the crimson ichor, and even in his calm procession, the taint of death tightly clings to him.
Even the members of the Sixfold Helm of Darkness feel a certain pressure.
These are the same people who have wasted several lives, mutilating corpses and perpetrating disgusting activities all over the kingdom. The moment they see Javier, they can sense a deep disgust—an overwhelming sense of dread.
