Casio lowered his gaze.
The black tattoo on the man's neck began to dissipate like fog, eventually disappearing without a trace. All that remained was the gushing blood from the neck, making a splattering sound.
A shoe suddenly stomped on the cigarette, extinguishing it.
"Smoking is harmful to health..."
Casio withdrew his gaze, his sharp hawk-like eyes swept over the surroundings once again. He could clearly see every detail within a hundred-meter radius, including any slight movement or rustle of leaves.
But, he found no trace of the enemy.
He pondered for a moment, then proceeded to inspect the bald man, no, the headless man's corpse. After a few moments, Casio had a hunch. The man was an ordinary human, not a creature of darkness. The only dark aura was what the creature had left behind.
Otherwise, he would not have resorted to using firearms to threaten.
"Was it a test? Or a warning?"
