The sky seemed to have broken, or rather, someone seemed to have dug a hole into its fabric, creating a channel that led somewhere too distant to sense.
The fabric of space immediately got to work to fix the damage, but fingers ending in black, sharp fingernails grabbed the hole's jagged edges, interrupting its shrinking.
Long black hair peeked out of the hole, followed by the rather ordinary shape of a muscular human man. Except for the blue tattoos on his right arm and shoulder, there didn't seem to be anything exceptional about him, but no one on the scene even dared to harbor such misconceptions.
Heightened perceptions were relatively useless on the newcomer. He wielded no aura that experts could sense, no widespread or powerful existence. Still, his sole presence brought a sharp change to the atmosphere, making it heavy and oppressive.
