Amidst the quietness of the night, a voice could be heard singing. It did not pierce, nor the man sing his heart out. He is someone with decades worth of combat experience, yet in this moment he decides to indulge in his hobby.

"A hunter walks into the abyss..."

"His hometown is behind him and his companions are around him..."

He sings, his hoarse voice chanting with the wind. His crimson eyes that has witnessed countless of death and chaos are closed, oblivious to the approaching figure.

"A hunter walks into the abyss..."

"His hometown is behind him and the sun shines brightly..."

His long gray locks fluttered, and he took the time to comb it back down using his gloved fingers as he gazes back at the horizon far away from where he is standing, his anchor on standby. With the moonlight as he thought is his sole witness, Ulpianus continues to sing.

"A hunter walks into the abyss..."

"His journey is long and his singing voice dissipates..."

As if on cue, his voice grew quieter. The song came to an end and he was left with his thoughts, body relaxing. Until he sensed another presence. His shoulders are tensed and he whirled around only to see a familiar face. Only then he finally let his guard down slightly.