Lein gradually raised his gaze, from its feet upward, until he saw a human-like silhouette within the cloak. And when he finally stood upright, the face beneath the hood was revealed.
"Huh...?" Lein's mouth opened slightly in disbelief, astonishment flashing in his eyes.
"Hello… my name is Mharzan," said the figure with a faint smile. His long black hair flowed wildly like a wolf's mane, and his eyes radiated wisdom that was both calming and serene. His face appeared firm yet gentle, with a solid jawline and straight nose, exuding strength combined with humility.
The young man named Mharzan sat casually on the shoulders of a terrifying black figure. Lein observed the entity with unease; it resembled a grim reaper with coiled tentacles wrapped around its body, and two glowing red crystals embedded in its head and chest, surrounded by thick darkness. The oppressive aura seemed to devour the surrounding light, making the black figure appear as if it embodied eternal darkness.
