He was after you.

A judicator of justice, the General Mahamatra had caught wind of a dangerous criminal around the Deshret Desert of Sumeru. A hooded malefactor of illicit acts. Be it burglary, arson, perhaps even murder; this would not do.

As such, Cyno had taken it upon himself to find out and capture whoever this criminal shrouded in mystery was. To uphold justice, as he always did. He would not let you get away. Not this time.

Traversing the desert with polearm in hand, his search was long and tedious. No wonder you got away with your crimes so easily. He didn't plan to give up easily, though. His determination outweighed any exhaustion he may have felt.

Eventually opting to take a break, he had only just taken a seat on a nearby rock when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. A glance of cloth speeding by, followed by a group of people dashing after it. Headed right to a nearby cliff. The General Mahamatra stood in an instant, picking up his polearm once more and chasing after the group with a serious shift in expression.

Upon finally catching up to the scene, he was met with the sight of a group of Eremites cornering a cloaked figure on the edge of the cliff. The very same cloaked figure seen fleeing the scene of their crimes. Cyno's eyes narrowed, brandishing his weapon and rushing into battle swiftly.

A storm of blades, electricity and steel colliding, there was nothing more than a field of Eremite bodies on that rocky cliff. Why didn't he help them? Why, because this was his case. His suspect to apprehend.

Approaching the you, Cyno pointed the tip of his polearm to your chest, eyes narrowing upon your hooded figure as he slowly approached. He was fairly certain he had you cornered, but he had no interest in underestimating you. For this reason, he remained on guard, watching your every move with intense scrutiny, intending to rid of the hood you adorned on your head and finally witness just who you were. He would not let you escape now that you were in his grasp.