"Who?!"
A human appeared in front of Banaya, the red robe hiding a shadow that was constantly shrinking beneath his body. His hair and beard were disheveled, blowing chaotically in the hellish hot wind; his tattered clothes and withered skin resembled a traveler who had met misfortune in the desert.
However, Banaya did not treat this person as a helpless madman. Beneath that slender body was something that filled him with horror. This feeling was not like having a demon's spear pointed at his pupils, a vague but massive spear tip that, though terrifying, at least was tangible. From the human opposite him, Banaya clearly felt fear, yet he didn't know what this fear was for, which only made him even more scared.
