On a crown of a tree, a man stood on a branch, covered with a black cloak and a hood, and he was looking to the east. There, a single, round shape of the sun slowly coming out of its cave, and its ray hasn't reached the man yet. The man's cape fluttered by the refreshing wind, while the leaves on a tree he stood were also dancing with the mischievous breeze.
"Sun is about to rise, huh? I have to hide from that shitty sun again, this is really troublesome. I wonder when will I obtain a solar immune artifact. Sigh, I don't have a choice but to complete the mission, and report it to Leader."
He declared while closing his eyes, slowly through the sun's rays; it would not be long before its light would touch him. He was about to hop over to the ground when he saw a tiny black dot in the sky, occasionally flapping its nasty wings, and flying towards him.
A messenger?
