Daniel walked beside the masked man in silence for several seconds.
Finally, he gathered his courage.
"Hey… what is your name?"
The man did not stop walking.
"My name is Black ViSage."
Daniel hesitated, then spoke again, a little awkwardly.
"I meant… your real name."
Black ViSage stopped.
He turned his masked face slightly toward Daniel.
"Please," he said calmly, "don't step into my personal life."
Daniel froze.
"O–oh… sorry."
The silence returned.
After a while, Daniel asked again, his voice uneasy.
"Where… where are we going?"
"To the base of the Dancing Hollows."
Daniel's face turned pale.
"W–what?! Are you mad?! They'll kill me easily!"
"Don't worry," Black ViSage replied.
"They won't harm you."
The Base of the Dancing Hollows
The base stood hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by broken stone and dark symbols carved into the earth.
As Black ViSage stepped inside, several women turned toward him.
Latina crossed her arms.
"Who are you, mister?"
Before he could answer, Seha narrowed her eyes.
"…Wait. You're Black ViSage, aren't you?"
"Yes," he replied.
Seha smirked.
"So what do you want from us?"
"I want the merchandise you robbed from a merchant."
The entire base burst into laughter.
"Are you insane?" someone mocked.
"Do you think we're weak?"
The members of the Dancing Hollows stood together:
Latina.
Silvana.
Seha.
Tiana.
Fera.
Kasy.
Vanisa.
Remi.
They were infamous.
Rude.
Cruel.
Lawless.
They kidnapped people between the ages of 12 to 17, using them as slaves and servants.
Daniel was 35, which was why they had spared him.
Black ViSage knew everything.
He knew about the kidnapped children.
But until now, he had no right to interfere.
Today was different.
Today, he had a reason to act.
Tension
Seha stepped forward.
"We know you're a mysterious adventurer," she said.
"But that doesn't mean you can defeat us."
Black ViSage answered calmly.
"When did I say I came here to fight?"
He knew the truth.
If he fought, Daniel—and the children—would be harmed.
So he chose another path.
Black ViSage raised his hand.
He was holding a camera.
Latina frowned.
"What are you going to do with that?"
Without a word, Black ViSage activated the video.
The screen showed something horrifying.
The Dancing Hollows watched themselves torturing a Traveler to extract information.
The room fell silent.
Black ViSage spoke coldly.
"You all know the rule.
You are never allowed to harm or torture a Traveler."
Shock spread across their faces.
Latina clenched her teeth.
"…What do you want?"
Suddenly—
Silvana lunged forward and attacked.
But Black ViSage stopped her strike with ease, grabbing her wrist mid-air.
"Good," he said calmly.
"But that's not enough for me."
Silvana froze, her eyes wide with disbelief.
The Deal
"We can make a deal," Black ViSage continued.
Latina narrowed her eyes.
"What kind of deal?"
"You give me the stolen merchandise," he said.
"And you release the children."
Tiana and Fera shouted instantly.
"No! Never!"
Latina raised her hand, silencing them.
"…Fine," she said slowly.
"I'll give you the merchandise.
But the slaves stay."
Black ViSage's voice hardened.
"They are children.
Not your slaves."
Latina sneered.
"I don't care."
The air grew heavy.
Black ViSage thought quickly.
If he refused, Daniel and the children would suffer.
"…Fine," he said at last.
"Give me the merchandise."
Latina smirked in victory.
Aftermath
The stolen goods were brought forward.
Black ViSage took them and walked back to Daniel, handing everything over.
Daniel's eyes filled with relief.
"Thank you… thank you so much."
"It's nothing," Black ViSage replied.
"But be careful around Unofficial Adventurers."
"Yes. I will."
Daniel handed over the reward.
Then he hesitated and said,
"If you want… you can take some merchandise too.
It's free."
Black ViSage shook his head.
"No."
Daniel smiled.
"If you ever need help, you can visit my house."
He handed over his address.
Then Daniel left—
happy, relieved, and alive.
Black ViSage remained behind, silent beneath his mask.
Watching.
The room was silent except for the faint creak of the wooden floorboards. Billet Ternel lay lifeless on the ground, his body cold.
Celiya Glamorgan smiled, her crimson eyes glinting in the dim light. Calmly, she slipped into her clothes, adjusting her cloak with a fluid motion.
"Come in," she whispered, her voice sweet but carrying a sharp edge.
Moments later, the door burst open. A group of bandits barged inside, rough and demanding.
"See here, lady," one of them snarled, "hand over your moneybag!"
Celiya tilted her head, her smile widening. "Very well," she purred. "Give me what is mine."
The bandits hesitated, then reluctantly handed over a few coins and small treasures.
Celiya's eyes narrowed. "This is far too little."
"We debated it fairly!" another bandit protested.
Her smile turned dangerously playful. "If you give me more… I'll give you a fantastic pleasure in return."
The first bandit's eyes gleamed with desire. "Okay… I'll give it! Show me this pleasure!"
Celiya stepped forward, wrapping him in her arms, drawing him close.
Before he could react, another bandit stepped forward, greedy and bold. "We want it too!"
In an instant, Celiya's fangs pierced his neck. Blood spurted, and he screamed.
"Ahh!" the bandits shouted, panic spreading.
She tasted the blood and recoiled slightly. "Ooh… your blood isn't tasty."
Then her eyes flared a deep, unholy red. A chilling aura filled the room, freezing the bandits in terror.
One by one, she struck with supernatural speed, her movements a blur of grace and violence. The room echoed with screams as Celiya devoured them, savoring every drop.
"Tasty," she murmured, wiping her lips, her eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
One of the bandits, his life slipping away, whispered his last words:
"You… you are the Blood Angel…"
From that moment, the legends of the angels began to take shape. Among them:
Angel of Blood: Celiya Glamorgan
Angel of Divine: Miha Hozer
Angel of Cruelty: Jeane Nailond
Angel of Flowers: Florencesa Eleanor
The room was silent again, but the darkness had changed. The presence of a true predator lingered, an angel born of blood and wrath.
"The Angel is also known by another name: Plesar."