An ominous sign of extreme danger began to form vaguely.
With difficulty, he turned his head to another direction.
A slenderly built youth, dressed in white suit moved with elegant grace. He radiated an icy aura, and around him, in the scorching weather, translucent snowflakes fluttered vaguely.
Slowly, he withdrew his palm.
In the corner lay two bodies frozen into ice sculptures, horrific expressions on their faces, seemingly killed in a blink of an eye.
Last but not least.
Casio handles a head with monstrous strength, one that he seems to have ripped from somewhere. Casually he juggles it for a while, and then tosses it aside. It lands perfectly on a blurred mass of flesh, standing steady after slight shaking.
He mumbles to himself.
"The level of oddballs in Kula City is quite extensive. Apart from the Organization, the Blood Spirit Association, there are so many small factions. I've even vaguely felt the presence of the Blood Clan and the Shadow Demon..."
