Killian's worst nightmare came alive.
A man had landed on the arena railings, a railing barely wide enough to support a foot yet he stood on it effortlessly.
There were only a few such people whom gravity forgot, especially with his enormous build and being well over seven feet tall.
Black markings resembling ancient tattoos stretched across his neck and disappeared under his clothing.
His chest remained partially exposed under dark robes and long black garments flowed around him. Even his shoes had a block heel common amongst aristocrats.
His presence alone left the arena silent and Killian found it hard to breathe. On the upside, he did not feel the discomfort he felt around a Light User.
Which was odd because this man's aura made it obvious that he was a Ruler. Killian frowned slightly.
'Have I seen him before? He looks familiar.'
The Ruler said nothing, and his gaze settled on Killian.
