The sun shone brightly in the sky, casting its warm glow on the peaceful city of Heineil, the capital of Reindenburg.
A lonely man walked the cobblestone roads, his large stature towering over everyone. His hair was white as snow with a striking bright red streak in the front. His ruby red eyes, almost able to pierce into the soul of anyone, were as lifeless as those of a dead fish.
He was lacking a purpose.
Wearing black, light leather armor, he stood out starkly from the rest of the city's inhabitants.
"Sir?" A guard clad in heavy armor with a glaive in hand called out to him.
"Yes?" The man turned back, his towering presence intimidating the guard, his dead eyes gazing with nonchalance.
"… I'm sorry to bother you… sir," muttered the guard, visibly fearful. The man radiated an aura of power that was hard to ignore.
"Are you coming back from the Edoranian war?" inquired the soldier with a shaking voice.