At this moment, Reiger's appearance was indescribably wretched.
His clothes had turned into tattered rags that barely covered his modesty.
There were bloodstains all over his body, some of which had turned black and dried, sticking everywhere.
Dust and grit sporadically clung to every corner of his body, darkening his skin.
Reiger looked even more unbearable than a vagrant, perhaps even more miserable than a beggar.
Yet, such a pitiful figure was the center of attention among the aliens who regarded humans as insignificant and life as nothing. None dared to shift their gaze from him, nor did they dare to meet his eyes, subconsciously avoiding Reiger's line of sight.
This was solely because Reiger's eyes remained clear and bright amidst his disheveled appearance. Filled with a sharp edge, they resembled an unsheathed sword, piercing through with a gaze that made one's skin tingle, making it impossible for anyone to look him directly in the eyes.
