As the Captain of this squad.
He may not be tall, but he is exceptionally astute.
Wearing a metal mask that covers half of his face and nose.
His revealed eyes shimmer with a cold, eerie green glow in the dim light—a dominant feature of a certain demonic lineage.
He squatted down, letting his fingertips brush over a nearly invisible layer of ash on the ground.
"Found it. Fresh 'ash footprints', and... a faint echo of blasphemous prayers. They just left not long ago, direction... northeast fork. Prepare for battle, stay alert."
The Captain's command was like a splash of cold water, instantly quelling all idle chatter and complaints.
The professional integrity of the Demon Hunter was ingrained in their very bones.
Sharp Claw's eyes flashed a hint of eager red light, his body rapidly swelling and transforming amidst a crackle of bones and a dense dark mist.
