"It's him, right?" The young lady with long crimson hair asked, staring intently at the Phantom, who was fighting against the Six-Winged Iron Stingray.
Her eyes were cold, she possessed sharp facial features exuding seriousness and elegance.
"Yeah... It's definitely him." A man with mussed black hair and pale skin smirked. Unlike the girl who stood atop the ruins, looking out over Salt Village, he was relaxed, leaning against the wall nearby, only occasionally casting a glance at Adam.
He had a dark sleep mask that he decided to lift, looking up at his leader.
"Hey, Tirana, you know we don't have to kill him, right? I understand that you want to avenge your sister, but..."
Whoooooosh.
Before he could finish, Tirana's right foot, like a blade, headed towards him, but... the man didn't even bother to dodge.
He just looked up, at Tirana's foot thrust into the wall directly above his head.
