"Ryan. Let's spar."
These very familiar words were like the buzz of a rather persistent mosquito he could not seem to kill no matter what.
He looked at Jeremy Draker who had entered his room without asking for his permission, and who was standing by the entrance with a battle-ready expression.
The King of the Kingdom of Miracles was tall, about a head shorter than Corey. He was a broad-shouldered man with scars and signs of battles all over his skin. He also had short black hair with a tinge of silver on the left side of his hair, and sharp blue eyes which seemed to a depth that was not normal for a man his age and Tier level.
Jeremy Draker was a fairly handsome man with a neatly kept beard that framed his strong jaw.
