A figure emerged from the tree line and headed toward the road leading to the summit with measured steps. Blood drenched his entire body from head to toe to the point that even his tunic was completely red, emanating a strong stench of copper.
Even his face was the same; trails of blood drizzled down and crossed his eyes.
Half of his mask was shattered, so his face was showing. And through it, one could see his breath was labored.
Such an appearance made him look inhuman.
"Is that…? No way," An established Angel glanced to his friend. "Isn't he the Lesser Angel?"
On the other hand, the friend, someone wearing a pig-shaped mask, narrowed his eyes.
And when he realized it was actually the Lesser Angel, his skin crawled.
Instinctively, the two established Angels tightened the grip on their weapons. They watched in silence as the figure walked past them. He spared them a lazy glance and then dismissed them as if they were nothing at all.
