BP 106

“You... will die by my hand.”

Having declared so, the man violently spat out the blood that had soaked his throat. The man's eyes shone with a murderous light. Black and red flames swirled behind his massive frame.

With pupils turned blood-red from burst capillaries and a body covered in blood, he looked like a Yaksha. He emitted an atmosphere so ferocious that Daniel, facing him, momentarily lost his words.