A shadow flickered beneath the blood-red skies. The shadow's eyes were hollow; however, upon closer look, one would notice that there was a spark in the eyes of the shadow.
"Finally at the Scarlet Moon Organization after three months of traveling!" Desmond said in a low, guttural voice. It sounded extremely hoarse, as though two metals were scraping against each other.
Glancing at the blood-red tower in front of him, Desmond's figure flickered and appeared inside. The moment he did, three figures appeared, each of them wearing a mysterious black mask.
Their horrifying auras pressed down on him, and for a moment, Desmond felt he was closer to death even more than when he was fighting Kathryn.
Having no chance to resist the pressure, he quickly shouted in his hoarse voice, "It's me, Masters! Desmond!" His voice sounded like a struggle, not only due to his incomplete fusion of his special elements but because he was trying to endure the pressure as well.
