The figure with its back to the light stared down at the only undead human being in the red ground. The long silver-white hair was flying wildly in the wind. The cold blue eyes like the abyss were filled with undisguised disgust and strong hatred. The delicate face was full of cold murderous intent. It's not about this guy who has to die, but the bastard who makes him have to live such a mortal life.
