The Scarlet King and the Heartcram King clenched their fists as a new figure appeared in the sky above them.
The newcomer descended without a sound, as if he had always been there and reality had only just acknowledged his presence.
The man looked to be in his early thirties. His body was forged to absolute perfection—every muscle balanced, every line refined, carrying both explosive power and flawless control. His bare chest was marked with intricate runic patterns that pulsed faintly beneath his skin, each symbol radiating a terrifyingly pure bloodline aura.
His left and right eyes were completely black, devoid of any light.
On his forehead, however, his Ancestor Eye burned with a brilliance that made both Cain and Abraham feel a crushing pressure settle over their souls.
For a brief moment, neither of them spoke.
Instead, the Scarlet King and the Heartcram King exchanged a silent glance.
They had no idea when the man had arrived.
