Crunch, Crunch.
A man adorned in a pure white rochet, with three thin golden strips of fabric sewn onto each of his shoulders walked leisurely above the sandy dunes of what used to be the village inhabited by the Purple Oni.
"I have never seen this type of destruction before..."
"And these corpses... What in the world happened here?"
He whispered to himself, a bulging vein gradually dividing his forehead.
[It must have been that strange power I sensed earlier.]
[Akeso... Is he still alive?]
He mused, glancing around and expanding his bright Mana Dome to investigate the surroundings.
[!!]
He sensed the weakening life force of someone just outside of the village, near the dense woods that surrounded it.
Ta! Ta!
He kicked the sand beneath his feet in a deft and elegant manner, and in the blink of an eye he was already at the source of the fading lifeforce.
