These "people," or rather, it would be inaccurate to call them human, looked very strange. Their faces were deathly pale, devoid of any color. Black lines crisscrossed their skin, their hair was dry and lusterless, and their eyes dull and lifeless. Loose-fitting black robes draped over their bodies, concealing their shapes and making them difficult to see clearly.
Most people might not recognize them, but Sebastian, who had lived for a very long time, certainly did.
They were the "Imps," a faction that had once held a place even during the most brilliant and star-studded age of the world.
That was why Sebastian had always insisted that Nueronist's faction was not weak. It had never been a lie. He had never understood why Nueronist would choose such a path of certain death.
It was truly baffling.
From afar, watching the scene unfold, Illiya did not miss a single moment.
