The dark knight armour surrounding Majin's body suddenly began dissolving.
Black fragments peeled away from his shoulders and chest, turning into wisps of darkness that disappeared into the surrounding mist. His crimson scarf was the last thing to vanish, leaving behind a young man dressed in simple white robes.
Damian's eyebrows rose.
The man before him had a bald head, and his entire body was covered in second-degree burns. Patches of damaged skin stretched across his face, neck and hands, giving him an appearance that was difficult to look at for too long.
Majin didn't seem particularly concerned about his appearance.
He casually waved his hand.
The mist behind them stirred, and two grey thrones emerged from the darkness. They were positioned opposite each other, with the ancient throne occupied by Razor remaining in the distance.
Majin walked towards one of them and sat down. He then gestured towards the other.
Damian remained standing for a moment.
