Kyle stood before him, tall and broad-shouldered, with short ash-blond hair and calm gray eyes.
A faded scar stretched across the back of his left hand, and the plain dark coat resting over his frame did little to hide the solid build beneath it.
There was nothing flashy about him, yet the steady look in his eyes carried a quiet confidence. And there was something about his presence...it wasn't intimidating but Kyle could feel something
As if he was restraining a lot and exposing very little. Maybe he was thaaat strong that he was putting this much extra effort.
"Who...are you?" he asked with a slight tilt of his head.
"Don't you recognize me?" the man asked, his smile never fading. "It's your livestream viewer, WarHorse!" he said before dropping a heavy hand onto Kyle's shoulder.
Kyle let out a long breath. Somehow, he had expected this, after all, he was standing before this person right after absorbing the blessing.
