"You are," Kent said, staring at the figure that appeared in the air with a calm expression. It's a man who, although he isn't that old, doesn't look young either.
His looks are twisted, befitting someone who isn't blessed with good looks. Hearing Kent's question, the figure chose to entertain him.
"Very well. Since you're the one who managed to make an entire organization that has existed for thousands of years go to such lengths and ask for my help, I don't mind telling you my name—and just how screwed you are."
The laughter coming from the man was twisted, revealing how incredibly evil he was.
The people who were still processing Kent's sudden appearance—and the fact that he had slaughtered nearly forty people in under a minute—felt their energy drain as they stood near Kent and the newcomer.
They began to back away, realizing that whatever was happening wasn't something they could afford to stay close to.
