'Greed' Glid stood in the center of the massive pit, looking up at the slowly descending 'stranger' before him. He suddenly realized that the background behind the other party was no longer merely the city and night sky.
The moon had already pressed down to an astonishing degree.
Since Glid's vision happened to be angled upward, the moon had become this person's backdrop.
The moon's hollow crater-eye stared at Glid, while its split-open mouth seemed to be mocking him.
Glid recalled the moon of the Old World. He had never seen such a bizarre sight there, either. The moon of the Old World was usually high above, appearing pure and clean as the opposite of the Evil Sun.
It was nothing like this moon, which was evil and dark enough to make one's spine crawl.
The oppressive feeling made even Glid, one of the 'Seven Marquis,' involuntarily take a step back. He could not obtain any useful feedback from this young man before him—not even the slightest sense of blood.
It seemed that what flowed through the young man's body was not blood, but another kind of life medium.
After carefully examining the young man's appearance once more, Glid arrived at a preliminary guess.
"William? His features do look very similar.
"This is a little too exaggerated, isn't it? From the moment I landed on the moon to reaching the bottom, at most half an hour passed. How could someone on the verge of death have been revived just like that, and even become like this?"
As this thought occurred to him, Glid secretly drew a throwing knife called "No Body" from Greed's Treasury with his left hand.
It was a completely invisible living throwing knife, originating from the hands of an assassin whose name had long been forgotten. Glid