"Heh, remnants of darkness, prancing clowns, we have yet to come knocking, and yet you dare to wreak havoc in the Marco Wilderness and fall into our trap?" a loud voice boomed from afar, and several figures scattered down from the Tower of Imprisonment, each moving with either lightness or solidity, agility or gravity. The one leading them wore a white robe, pure and unblemished, but his piercing blue eyes, combined with his pale cheeks, imparted a somewhat eerie appearance.
The three Heavenly Knights seemed displeased on this person's arrival, but the leader amongst them took a step back first, seemingly handing over the initiative to the newcomer without a moment's hesitation.
