Through the white miasma, a red dimmed light was approaching. Slowly the mist drew a face. Beautiful eyes and lips, while the ash-colored hair parted in the middle was making his heartbeat fast. The sword was coming backward holding the hostage.
The first thing that caught his eye was the ring on the hand. It was glowing in dimmed red which caught his eye next. The sword in his hand retracted.
'Are you hurt?' Erza asked seeing the blood dripping from the slight cut on the neck of his beloved. He closed his eyes.
'It's alright, it's alright…it just reacted to my origin.' Lycus extended his hand to touch Erza's face but his hand vanished through Erza's face.
Sad eyes of his were not gone unnoticed by Erza.
'I wonder why it still doesn't recognize me!' Lycus says with a frown while looking at the sword 'How many years has it been…'
