Qiao Gun shot a venomous glare at Sheyan. Grabbing the cross, he swiped his big thumb against the edge of it and open up a cut. The blood coagulated in along with his MP. As the blood entered, the crystallized surface suddenly cracked up like a cobweb as the black fog interacted with the blood and spiralled up. Afterward he dispersed into the atmosphere, forming into a figure before landing and metamorphosing swiftly into a person.
A blonde, black swallow-tailed coat wearing, bow tied, tiny, moustached European middle aged male.
His face was fair but his lips exceptionally red, and walked with a limp. He surveyed his environment, before bowing humbly at Qiao Gun. He had an air of nobility of the sixteenth century.
"Although this is pretty rude, coming home is definitely what a traveller wishes for having wandered around for an entire 7 years and 2 months. Thank you for rescuing me out of that dark place, regrettably now it is time for me to say goodbye."
