The man's torso was riddled with wounds that were rapidly healing on their own. His hair was overgrown and matted, just like his uneven beard. Perhaps the man had tried shaving it off with not-so-sharp tools.
But that wasn't what the paragons were fixated on. It was the man's choice of weapons. A walking stick and… a boning sword. Not only that… he also had a blindfold forcefully wrapped around his eyes.
A flicker of recognition appeared on Zoey's face. Although she hadn't seen the man in a while, as she was recovering from the assault that led to the loss of thousands of agents, she knew it was someone familiar.
Meanwhile, the Endless had lost all his marbles as soon as the man crashed next to the fissure entrance. However, the man didn't even spare it a glance. Instead, he reached out to touch the invisible barrier.
"…finally," the man mumbled, his voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken a word for years. "There's a way out of this hell."
