"Who are you?!"
A powerful sense of danger surged through the black-clothed man's heart. Countless jets of steam burst from his modified right arm, like a mechanical fierce beast beginning to awaken.
Yet the burly figure carrying a massive red scythe on his back remained still.
Only the man with short white hair and Azure Blue eyes stepped forward, drawing the Crimson Flame Sabre one-handed. Molten slag formed by the contact between sand and intense heat dripped slowly from the blade's tip.
The baleful blade tip slowly rose and pointed at the other side.
"You need not know."
"What nerve... This is... Capital Star!" The man in black's words brimmed with killing intent. His entire mechanical right arm had turned crimson, its five fingers spread wide as the surrounding air began to distort.
As his voice fell, his violent figure shot forward, leaving a clear afterimage where he had stood.
Boom!
A blast wave exploded out of nowhere. Ying Lin'er could not help raising a hand before her forehead as the scorching heat seared her palm.
Then a burly figure slowly rose in front of her, leaving her only an exceptionally imposing back.
Ying Lin'er lowered her hand in surprise.
These two seemed... to be here to save her?
Yet the enormous scythe, cold and reeking of blood, made her abandon any intention of speaking.
"Of course I know this is Capital Star."
The low, calm voice came from the white-haired man's mouth. There was nothing in his eyes but indifference, without the slightest trace of warmth.
As the scorching blast dissipated, he held the Crimson Flame Sabre in a reverse grip.
The back of the blade was braced against a bright-red mechanical palm.
However, the instant his words fell, his Azure Blue pupils seemed to ignite, and that gleam