When Lann arrived on land from the Black Seagull Island on Vizima Lake, he received more attention than he had in the past several times.
Standing at two meters and six in armor was truly a spectacle.
But although such attention was normal in Lann's mind, there was still a strange feeling that lingered in the Demon Hunter's heart.
....Was it the atmosphere?
The black clouds in the sky and the cold wind made everything appear gloomy, and the villagers of Dark Water Village hurried by, without their usual laziness and leisure.
Their eyes were cautious and sensitive, and even the fishermen who used to sit at the docks, bargaining with Lann in their crude dialect while scratching under their armpits, now only dared to glance at Lann before quickly burying their heads and walking away.
They were in panic.
Lann smelled the scent of fear in the air.
