[Moments Earlier]
"You…?"
In a graveyard that extended for miles, lacking even the tiniest bit of an end in sight, two people stood opposite each other.
The dreary sky that painted the image of an eternal night, and the several tombstones that had intelligible epitaphs engraved upon them… all of them radiated an ambience of dread.
However, despite the darkness and eeriness that the landscape offered, the true architect of fear was one of the two who faced each other.
The man stood imposingly tall, his hands in his trench coat as he stared down at his prey.
His eyes were a glassy reflection of pure emptiness, and his callous smile showed no mercy. Nothing but a lack of empathy oozed from his cold gaze.
And that was more than enough to frighten the young man who faced him.
"Why are you here… Legris Damien?" He questioned, still stuck between disbelief and caution.
