Expedition to the Burrow World I
Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation
Whoosh!
Alone, Grimm descended onto the hexagonal rooftop square of the Dark Demon-Hunter Headquarters. There weren't too many people gathered on the main square as of yet. There were only what seemed like seven to eight thousand Dark Demon-Hunters gathered around.
A continuous stream of Demon-Hunter Sorcerers arrived onto the square from all directions.
Grimm chose his landing spot in an area where the Dark Demon-Hunters were more sparsely distributed. He donned a wide dark-gray sorcerer's robe as well as his iconic gray-white spiraling Mask of Truth. With the voluptuous green-red Myna perched on his shoulder, Grimm made a tired, listless yawn.
One of his eyes was a frosty shade of blue, while the other was crimson red. A faint halo glowed from underneath the Mask of Truth. All these features made him all the more inconspicuous in the crowd of Dark Demon-Hunters.