Bolsen, a Favored One of the Abyssal Sect...
On reflection, Wei'en had already met three Favored Ones. The first was Kali, who received the Lord of Dawn's blessing that night. Next was Mitra, a Favored One of the Desire Sect. And finally, there was the man before him.
He had a slender build and wore a dark green robe. A pure black mask covered his face, and his emerald-green eyes were placid, as if catching a few bullets between two fingers was a trivial matter.
CLINK, CLANK...
Bolsen loosened his fingers. The bullets clattered to the ground, bouncing on impact.
"Aren't you going to say something, Mr. Investigator?"
"Abyssal Sect, Bolsen?" Wei'en holstered his flintlock.
'Calm down, stay calm. The more dangerous the situation, the calmer I have to be.'
He had killed a Skeleton Strangler, after all. Even if that Abyssal Creature's power couldn't match Bolsen's, he believed the gap wasn't that large.
'Nothing to be afraid of...'
