Elyas involuntarily took a step back as the mask was pulled off the face of the demonic creature. Now, the being lay in a heap on the ground, his human-like features visible. The crowd around him was growing wilder and wilder by the second with their frantic muttering. They exchanged wary looks, their eyes looking above at the sky and down at the man beneath the mask.

Who was this man and what had made him into the creature he was before?

Elyas retrieved his hand out of his trench coat, taking a few steps towards the ragged young man on the ground. He shot a look towards the blonde, slender dryad beside the man and then at the wolf opposite him. He was surprisingly calm and as awake as ever, despite his apparent exhaustion earlier. It seemed that this event had really shaken things up within him and the young phoebix felt a growing sense of excitement glowing inside him. His senses had heightened and his fingertips felt like they were on fire.

He took a deep breath. Whatever was going on, he was determined to find out.