The Hero Beyond the Forgotten Age
"I sense the light of the hero within you... The same light that I had a eons ago."
Now that the ancient being got closer, Videl could see he was a stern looking middle aged man.
His face carried countless years upon it.
Not wrinkles of weakness—
But scars carved by time itself.
His sharp crimson-gold eyes held an ancient depth that made even breathing difficult. Long dark hair flowed behind him like shadows dancing beneath the crystal lights of the ancient fortress, while the dragon-like wings behind him radiated overwhelming pressure.
The air itself trembled around him.
Every movement he made carried an indescribable weight.
If Victor saw this person he would be shocked, as this person was none other than the one Victor called the fourth hero, the hero that he thought was dead.
The ancient being also know to Victor as the demon emperor Anos but now this being looked at Videl in amusement.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
Not mockery.
