Ramiel shyly lifted the corners of his mouth to form a haughty and laced with pure contempt subtle smile. Meanwhile, he gently squinted his eyes, exuding pity, sympathy, and a modest amount of disgust that stemmed from the conviction of superiority.
This brought the man to the brink of sound mind. His veins came out, his skin took on a dirty red hue, and his pupils shrank to the size of single grains of sand.
"Wr..."
The man wasn't even able to speak. He only growled like a stray mutt or, even worse, like a monster. The stranger's aura perfectly reflected the state of madness he was in. It was wild, chaotic, unrestrained, rough, and tried to subdue the former hunter at all costs. Even people in the most remote tents felt the discomfort caused by the suffocating pressure.
