Sebas - Sixth Sense

There was also a man who bore a very different appearance.

His skin was so pale it was as if sunlight had never graced it. His sharp gaze combined with his sunken cheeks to suggest a bird of prey—the type that scavenged meat from corpses. His black clothes fit loosely. There was no doubt he was concealing a weapon.

The malice and bloody stench rolling off him triggered Sebas’s  sixth sense.

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Volume 5, Chapter 3.2