621 Visitor from the Void

"I really don't mean harm! Really!" The blue-skinned person lay on the ground without. He stared up at Link and batted his lashes. The white light flashed on and off in his eyes, and his lips quivered. He looked really pitiful.

He knew that his life was in the hands of this young black-haired man. He could die with a single world.

By now, the nearby Magicians and Warriors had come over. Everyone stared at the captive with caution, pointing their swords or wands at him. If he had made a single move, countless spells and battle techniques would fall upon him, pulverizing him.

Link raised his hand, gesturing for everyone to relax. He walked up and studied the person. Getting closer, Link saw that there were many magic veins on his blue skin that melded perfectly with the color. They didn't look man-made; rather, he seemed to be have been born with them.