lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

A man with bare feet, wearing a mask and carrying a bronze chest on his back, stood on the back of a flying hawk, silent as the wind. Or perhaps, his words were already lost in the flash of steel.,Whether they are gifted individuals descended from ancient temple clans or members of renowned aristocratic bloodlines.,He saw only one, round and shiny pill remaining at the bottom of the bottle. His breath caught in his throat.。