A figure slowly advanced toward the central area, his mask concealing his face immediately recognizable.
"It's him…"
"The leader of Black Neon…"
"The Predator…"
Scarlet noticed the commotion. She searched for the cause, then her eyes fell on the masked man.
She rose gracefully.
She was about to descend from the platform.
But before she could do anything, The Predator knelt before her.
There was silence... One could even hear the rustle of the wind...
"Please bless me, Saintess..."
Everyone held their breath, shocked by the scene.
A young man in the crowd whispered, incredulous:
"Wait? The leader of the Black Neon organization is praising Lady Scarlet?"
An old man replied, almost trembling:
"He… he's kneeling…"
Scarlet was caught off guard for a fraction of a second.
Then she understood. Both were chosen by Nostradamus.
Just as The Holiness needed her faithful paladin Julius Dantalion, she too needed her sword.
Or rather, Nostradamus's blade.
