"Pa?"
Moulin shot a questionable look to Phuna. The girl only smiled giddily as she nodded. Her arms tightened around Moulin's arm while she pulled the youth towards the man whose back was facing them. Moulin had trouble walking. Coupled by the pain from his body and the long walking distance as well as the tremble of the ground beneath them, Moulin's legs gradually became numb. Finally, they stopped a few meters away from the indifferent man who didn't even spare a glance to them.
He looked heavily built. An aura of ferocity and coldness emanated from him.
"Pa! He's awake!" Phuna called again as she frowned with a pout.
At last, the man turned around, revealing his face and expression. His eyes were like a mixture of hot amber and rose red. Narrow and long. The man gazed at them solemnly before he started to walk towards the two people. His long black hair swayed behind him as he walked.
"Are you well?" He asked.
