“■■■■■.”

As the man with a small figure whispered something, the attackers all stopped moving, and with a splitting sound purple tentacles began to pop out from their trembling bodies.

The tentacles, which had a sticky texture, broke through the bones of the attackers to pop out of their bodies and slowly trembled under the moonlight. The attackers resembled corpses wrapped in thorny vines with tentacles sticking out of their bodies. Now, they were staring at Juan with eyes that were completely out of focus.

“Well, that’s not a very pretty sight,” Juan said.

Juan didn’t bother taking any precautions, and only stared at the man with the small figure with his short sword still hanging down.

The man with the small figure slowly began to walk toward Juan. By the time his face was completely visible under the moonlight, the man slowly took off his hood. His eyes were completely out of focus, just like the attackers and he had a strand of tentacles sticking out of his left eye. He, too, was a walking corpse, no different from the attackers.

The man spoke as he flicked his purple tongue.

“I’ll ask you again. Why are you looking for Durgal?”

“I didn’t expect you to pay me a visit first. I thought you would wait until I found you.”

“What a cheeky bastard you are,” The man smirked while flicking his tongue. “It’s not too hard to find out about Durgal, so it's whatever. But you on...