Chapter 156: Shammoth

He stood there, reflexively guarding the girl from whatever the malignant aura belonged to, holding his sword tightly between his fingertips that trembled and exuded sweat already.

Then, he finally saw 'it'--the source of the aura of such boundless darkness.

Most surprising of all, it was a man; standing there in the hall with his hands slid into the pockets of his exuberant, all-black pants. He was lanky; noticeably tall with flowing, gray hair but a patchwork face as if he was held together by stitches.

There was nothing normal about his appearance, though he was definitely human in shape, the malicious aura he possessed and oddities were something strange. He possessed one azure eye and one gold, holding a carefree smile as he noticed the two at last.

"Oh? I didn't expect to bump into anybody else during my assessment of Ktholl'drulbh," the man spoke with a smile.