Mikhael shared in the mass confusion of his comrades, gazing at the oddly yellow-colored figure with raised brows. By the swepted looks on their faces, there were countless questions on everyone's mind. However, it seemed they were simply all too shocked to voice them. The steeled company fully expected to engage in bloody combat, but as soon as they got a taste of their gruesome foe, the tunneling serpent had already been laid under by this... Man? But this was no ordinary man. He stood upright taller than two or three fully grown men. Was his huge size the work of magic or some unique mutation from being exposed to some wild arcana in the ashen wastelands? His eyes certaintly seemed to emit with the sacred essence. Actually, was he even human? He looked mostly the part, but there was the question of his peculiar mask. No one was certain what the nature of the stranger was, or whether they should be cheering in victory or running away in terror. Standing there casually amidst the ruined earth, this masked giant did not share in their seriousness of the situation as he soon dished out a meek greeting.

Michael quickly pushed through the stilled bodies, calling out to the gigantic figure. He had his hand upon his sword. He wasn't the type to take risks. He might seem friendly, but some monsters are known to try tricks to lower their prey's guard. 

"What is the meaning of this? Who are you? And what are you doing here?"