The group of five arrived before the wall of dark mist, and none, except Crane; neared it.
The aura it exuded allowed the others understand how dangerous it was coming in contact with that substance.
Tristan felt he would just melt if he touched it. After all, he was the least fortified of those men.
Their attires featured blue inscriptions that he knew were for protection. He wondered why they had left him without any. Especially after claiming they wanted him alive.
Unknown to Tristan, the blade he carried possessed defensive buffs. Only he didn't have the Kaos-sensing abilities to detect its presence.
On certain occasions, yellow inscriptions lit up the blade's flat side before dying down.
During those periods his slashes were more effective. He suspected that phenomenon was the reason. He put his mind away from the topic to focus on battle, however.
