In the spacious courtyard, Gale swept through, and the red mist whirled.
Once everything had settled, a man stood next to Nine Snakes, half of his body burning like Flame. A manic laugh still stuck on his face, revealing ghastly white teeth. His teeth were sharp and curved, resembling those of a wild beast.
To the man's left, the cloak atop Nine Snake's head was torn away by the wind.
A gorgeous woman's face was revealed, yet her pupils were cold like those of a Poisonous snake, and atop her head, black hair writhed wildly like serpents. Every fiber exuded an extremely dangerous Aura.
The man with the goatee stood rooted on the spot, daring not to move an inch. These operatives from the Dark Hunt Organization didn't seem like any kind Purebred Humans, at least not with their looks and postures far more terrifying than those of the Blood Clan. Their auras were like those of demons...
Bearing a potential Spirit tendency toward extreme, irascible, and frenzied madness.
