Right Hand of the Eighth Finger

Evan reappeared a good twenty meters from his original position, looking up to see the figures of two men staring right at each other.

One of them, was wielding a simple silver-coloured sword, with his hand stretched out for a thrust while the ground beneath his feet was on the verge of caving in.

He was a tall dark-haired man dressed in a simple grey noble coat with black outlines, black pants and a black pair of gloves on his hands that held his silver sword.

The other, who had his hand stretched out, grabbing the blade of the silver sword with his bare palm, was man with brown hair.

No other facial features about him could be seen as he was wearing a black mask that covered all of his face, with the hole for his eyes having a tinted glass that prevented one from seeing their true colour.

He had a platinum-coloured guild card hanging from his neck, with the letter 'S', clearly printed at the back.