The bald man was squinting.
This enemy had the face of a demon and the movements of a ghost. He was scared because he knew by heart, the strength of these people who perished—they were clan warriors. Normally, if they were defeated, he wouldn't have been shocked. However, these remarkable warriors were butchered mercilessly by the enemy.
He hadn't seen anything like this before. The enemy stood there alone. But somehow, this was enough to send chills down Baldie's spine. However frightening the enemy was, the bald man still managed to look calm. He was strong, too; the confidence gained from countless battles wouldn't be taken away so easily. The two of them were confronting each other, surrounded by a deadly silence.
"Andrew!" He said his name out loud while extending his right arm in front of his chest, bowing a little.
