"What dost thou want?"
A soft whisper echoed in my ear, making my heartbeat drop.
I turned back.
The bull was gone, and in its place stood a tall man.
Taller than anyone I had ever seen.
He wore a vintage black suit that fit perfectly on his body, his skin shining like bronze, the chest part open where a reddish flame burned.
A blurry weapon lodged on the side of his ribs, and even when I focused, I couldn't see it clearly.
My gaze slowly moved up to his face, which, unlike a human's, was that of a bull.
The Oak tree morphed, turning into a blazing throne.
The man sat down, his eyes filled with boredom as he looked at me.
"You finally showed yourself, huh?" Getting a hold of my emotions, I said calmly as I took my previous seat.
He didn't reply but just looked down at me, and because of the height difference, I had to look up.
"What dost thou—"
