Ronin had reached the cliff already, but there was a thick fog all around, and his companions were no longer with him.
He traveled alone, in this desolate and treacherous night. The only thing guiding him was that voice singing at the distance.
That siren.
He had long anticipated this that was why he managed to not be under the effects by the last minute.
But Calla Lily was wrong. Her father was much more powerful than she thought.
Or at least, right now. Ronin had a hunch, but in order to conclude this, he had to observe Hyacinth's entire body.
Yet he didn't have to. Because right now, Hyacinth was completely bare, not wearing anything.
And yet not a single patch of his skin was black. It was still pure white.
So was he not a Daemon then?
Ronin shook his head. No, he can feel that he was. And his instinct at the moment mattered more than his observation skills, as things were not what they seem.
