454 Meeting With Alter

A slight panic had set into Graft as memories were starting to resurface in his mind. He took a look at the man who was sharply dressed in front of him.

When looking at his face, although there was no iron mask on it, one had suddenly appeared and everything had snapped back to him at once.

"You're him… the one from Alter, that time in the Behemoth Clan's Dimension!" Graft asked, he spoke in a strong whisper to make sure no one else was listening.

Because he was afraid. Already once, he had escaped death from this particular individual. The whole reason why was because Graft, a wanderer that had been working in the Demonic Faction, was a member of Alter and so was Raze.

The reason why he was spared though, was because he already knew that there were Otherworlders, those that knew how to perform magic in this world, but he did not know what the man in the iron mask looked like.