Blue and purple smoke emitted from the spot where Gin knelt down. In his arms lay down a body―unmoving and seemingly had gone to eternal sleep.
Until a finger moved.
Sensing the faint movement, Gin's eyes full of intense hatred halted.
But before anyone could do anything, a white light came pouring from above and directly towards Gin.
Gin quickly dodged the attack, lifting Sol as he jumped up and moved to the side. His eyes turned golden and red as he looked at the small man who had found his way to stand up on his own. On his hand was a faint white orb, like a glowing moon but in a size of a palm.
"...You beast..." the small man said as he glared at Gin, wincing as he tried to keep his balance. The two men behind him remained on the ground, still unmoving and impossible to wake up.
Gin coldly stared back, his eyes turning in between the shades of blue, green, and red while looking intensely at the small man.