"How strange."
The Lieutenant's voice carried a subtle concern while radiating interest at the same time.
They were standing in the middle of literal nothingness, shrouded by a blood-red sky and a ground that seemed like the remnants of the sky's drool.
His hand moved beneath his nose, gently caressing it while simultaneously blocking the throat-violating stench that assaulted their senses.
"My liege, I will scout the area with Rafel," Shane, the red-haired lady, quickly suggested, bowing her head before the Lieutenant.
Without paying much attention to her, he waved his wrist nonchalantly, giving her permission.
Immediately, with her scarlet, blood-seeking eyes, she glared toward the introverted Rafel, making him almost shrink in response. Both of them vanished at nearly the same time.
Lieutenant Dante glanced at the sky, his eyelids half-closed, then shifted his gaze around. That was when he caught sight of an outsider.