"Let's see the puppet master behind all the accidents this past five days," said Pannis, stepping up to the fissure, which yawned open at his approach. He bent down, grasping the collar of the black horse rider dragged him out of the crevice.
The rider was a young man. His appearance was handsome, and his body was attractively proportioned. Under normal circumstances, he'd likely be a heartthrob for many girls. But right now, he was in a sorry state. Despite his Beginner Gold Rank physiques that saved him from severe injuries from falling off the galloping horse, multiple rips were evident in his dark clothing, his face was bruised, and one foot was raised gingerly above the ground, evidently sprained.
