Northern stood before his grotesque angel of death. The monster, as usual, maintained a feral indifference.
Whether he was a slave or no longer one, it did not seem to care.
Even the Nightterror, in fact, Northern couldn't tell if the monster remembered knocking him out and kidnapping him. But he suspected it did.
Something then happened that made Northern's eyes widen.
The grotesque monster lowered its head and took a step back as Northern attempted to walk.
Northern paused, a confused frown etched on his face.
'Eh? What is this?'
The monster that he suspected might be of Hellion rank was bowing to him.
Cautiously, Northern made his way through the door, still looking with unbelieving eyes.
As he walked forward, the monster followed behind him, but Northern had glanced back more than ten times before they reached halfway to the entrance of the dark alley.
