Warjan, along with every commander, was struck silent by hysteria and horror.
However, their blind, uninvited guest was still unfazed.
"What? Does this mean I won't be executed?" joked the man.
The blind man's laughter brought the nine men back to reality. Some prepared to flee immediately. Others prepared to defend themselves. But they all turned back to see the blind man. And they fell even deeper into the pit of despair.
As the headwrap burned away, the man's red and white flaming eyes were revealed. They made his fiery mohawk all the more striking against his dark red and black clothes.
Warjan's jaw trembled. "... I-Impos–"
"Stay still."
A simple command was given, and all nine men stiffened from fear and compliance.
Smiling somewhat, Bil stored the empty bottle and his walking stick. "Normally, I wouldn't dare to do something like this. But… You're just that unlucky.
