Amidst the chaos of battle, Velian's sharp eyes caught sight of a young man standing outside the village, near the edge of the sinister forest.
'What is he? Is he some kind of a cell user?'
Velian had his own doubts.
The smile on his face immediately gave away his real identity, as no one said would laugh seem this destruction, for it was a smile devoid of empathy or remorse—a smile that hinted at a malevolence lurking within.
'So he is the one, who is causing this mayhem?'
Velian thought and looked at Naomi before requesting her to take over the commanding of the battle.
Velian's steps faltered for a moment as he surveyed the young man, his mind racing with suspicion.
He had encountered individuals like him before—cell users, those who dabbled in cell power and twisted their souls for power. Determined to confront this newfound threat, Velian pushed forward, his sword glinting with purpose.