"What?" Maxwell choked out. "How?"
Just in front of the carriage, a rather tall man stood. The black robe he wore did little to hide his muscular figure. And his face was covered by a black, blank mask that only had eye slits through which his red, fiery gaze shone.
The man's long, black hair fluttered in the wind along with his robe as he stood, gazing at the carriage in front of him.
'Who is that?' Maxwell furrowed his brows, rummaging through his mind to remember any figure that fit the man's description.
'Could it be a hired assassin? How did he evade my senses? I didn't even detect him.'
It was most probable because the man stood directly in front of the carriage, blocking their path and refusing to move.
The masked figure held the fresh corpses of two beasts in both arms, both dripping obscene crimson.
Even now, Maxwell couldn't feel the man's presence.
It greatly bothered him.
