VERNER: The Devil Hunter

Who's the new guy?

Daegan wore his long blue and green coat over his all black uniform, his long black hair bundled with white threads to make a single thick braid which ran almost all the way down his back. His face heavily scarred from so many fights with black grade devils throughout his life, including his infamous defeat to Malachar which cost him his left hand, his huge sword with the sea weed quillon hung on his belt. He looked sick, but that was probably because he was over sixty years old already, a feat very few hunters ever achieve.

Four attendants stood behind him, two on each side, each wearing the same black uniforms. All four of the other sentinels fell to one knee and bowed their heads to the leader of this generation of guardians and hunters.

Verner immediately threw his bags away and fell to the knees to bow after he saw the sentinels ahead of him, and Daegan was quick to notice the presence of an odd personnel, but a familiar one.

"Verner?..." he asked, looking very surprised, the o