CHAPTER 992
"....?!"
Devan did not look like something the world had naturally forged.
He rose like a living monument, his height rivaling that of towering trees, his head brushing the unseen limits of what any man should ever become.
Standing before him felt like standing at the base of something ancient and immovable—his sheer size alone was enough to crush courage before a single word was spoken.
His frame was massive.
Not just large, but overwhelmingly dense, packed with raw, suffocating power.
Every inch of him was built like forged iron—thick arms that hung like pillars, a chest broad enough to feel like a fortress wall, and shoulders that carried the weight of something far beyond human existence.
He did not simply stand… he loomed.
And then there was his skin.
Crimson.
Not bright or vibrant, but deep—like dried blood layered over something far darker beneath.
