Beneath gray, despairing skies, a young man walked, sifting through the forlorn ashes with every step as his blonde hair swayed in the chilly winds.
Daru seemed to be the only color in the god-forsaken domain, which increased his visibility to those who inhabited the gray lands.
He had decided to remove his Oni Mask.
The feeling of seeing clearly rather than from behind a mask felt much better, and even though the eye opening of the unholy-looking mask was quite generous, nothing could beat the natural feeling of unimpeded vision.
There was also no reason for him to use its deceptive abilities here.
Earlier, he had watched from behind a stone slab, witnessing two Damnedlings — both strangely different in appearance — tear each other apart.
The loser ran like the one he fought, and the winner gave chase, seemingly determined to end the other's life.
This confirmed the honorless characteristics of the Damnedlings.
