Nemesis (2) Part I
The acclaim of joy from the dome of Tristan could be heard to a place far away to the top of a hill out of the city, where a man was standing tall there.
The sharp ruby-colored eyes were watching the tall man standing in the middle of the stage. Even though he was far from the central city dome, his eyes still could see the image in front of him clearly. His brown hair was messed up by the strong wind and he had to hold up his hand to push it off his face. The pair of thin lips were pressed into a line as he snorted in his throat softly.
“I was wondering where you went. And then here you are, watching the GM’s nonsense event.” A gentle voice of someone said in greeting, making the man look at him. Then he gave a mocking smirk in response.
“How many times have I told you to not sneak in behind my back like this, Nero?” The newcomer just smiled slightly, before he walked up to the other man’s side.
“I apologize if that displeased you, Mister Allen.”