875: Emitheyus

Emitheyus

He fell to the ground with a loud crash.1

At first, he wanted to vent his frustrations by yelling at the man who bumped into him. But, when he looked up he saw something that sent shivers down his spine.

A tall man, draped in a black cloak, wearing a mask of silver and gold. Although he didn't say anything, this murderous aura he exuded shook him to his core.

The reason he was planning on berating the cloaked man was because the fabrics of the cloak were exceedingly cheap. Because that was all he could see, initially, from his vantage point, he assumed that this man had lowly status. As a man of the Void clan, despite being lowly there, he could raise his head high almost anywhere else.

But, when he was about to yell, all of his bestial instincts told him to not offend this man, or else his life would be on the line. So, he simply got up without saying a word, bowed in apology, before scurrying away again.

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