"Is he dead?"
The middle-aged man looked at the lady before turning his gaze to the receding dust cloud.
The others followed the gaze of the middle-aged man, and right as the dust cloud slowly started to settle, the visage of a young man could be seen. Another figure was visible close to the young man, the figure was sprawled on the ground, immobile, it was unknown if the person was alive or dead. The dust cloud settled in the next few seconds and the figures became visible.
Grey, dressed in his usual black robes and trousers looked stunning, even the men could not deny the fact that he was exceptionally good-looking. As for the other figure that was sprawled on the ground, it was the man who was thrown Grey's way when he retaliated. The man was dead, a small gaping hole present on his chest.
