The figure was tall, even taller than Judge Bifana, the figure was thin, as if only a withered piece of flesh was wrapped under the dark long coat, and he held a large umbrella indoors, with the low umbrella face concealing the uninvited guest's countenance—however, with just one glance, the old priest could see the shadows of profanation and distortion on the other's body.
"The remnants of the Black Sun?" the old man exclaimed in shock, glaring at the figure before bellowing, "How dare you step into this sacred library!"
