"W-Who are you?" the robed man spoke weakly, his voice faltering as he realized that he was now on the brink of death.
Despite his heart being rip off from his chest, he managed to speak, due to his telekinetic abilities that was keeping him alive by forcibly pumping blood through his body.
It was one of the must-have skills of the Zol Clan, and even in his final moments, he clung to it desperately.
"Oh, you don't even know one of the people responsible for your Clan's massacre?" replied the mysterious individual with a tone filled with mockery and amusement.
As the robed man raised his head, he saw a beautiful woman with pure short white hair and crimson eyes.
Her beauty possessed an inhuman standard, reminiscent of European descent, yet there was an unmistakable aura of power surrounding her.
She was wearing a black dress with silver lining on it, adding an air of elegance to her enigmatic presence.