Master... Something is wrong: Part-7

In a certain natural garden, where only flowers swayed in an eerie unison as the gentle breeze whispered through the air, a hooded figure stood motionless amidst the sea of blossoms.

Its gaze was fixated on the flowers below, unmoving!

"Hmm… You won't be lonely for much longer." A soft yet dangerous voice broke the silence, tinged with longing. Slowly, the figure reached up and pulled back its hood, revealing a pale, bald head marked with a large, deep 'X' carved across its pale white face.

The Master of the Arcane Hunter Organization!

His pupil-less eyes lifted toward the sky, staring into the vast expanse of deep blue as soft, lazy clouds drifted by. There was something hypnotic about the way they moved as if they carried a spell that lulled one into surrender—urging them to let go of everything, to rest forever.