Chapter 486 – Warborn [2]
'The boy is dead, old bastard.'
"Aye. I can feel that too." The man answered the voice inside his head, smiling lazily as he checked what looked like a soup hovering over a blazing purple fire.
His black hair was long and wild, falling over his face like the mane of a wild beast. His eyes were supposed to be hidden beneath it, but those red eyes cut through everything, bleeding into the world like open wounds.
He sat cross-legged on a strange object, wearing nothing but beast skin to cover himself, his muscled body a map of scars that could frighten a god.
The surroundings were strange. Dark, so dark the darkness felt tangible. Something one could touch, and even taste.
Only the purple cooking fire and his red eyes served as light — alongside the eyes watching him from above, outside a thin protected perimeter.
