The clouds of dust gradually dispersed, revealing the centre of the crater where a lone figure casually brushed the lingering dust away from their face as they calmly walked toward the group.
'A boy? No—a man?'
Eliza couldn't immediately tell which one he was since his youthful appearance made it difficult to determine whether he was a grown man or merely a teenager.
He had what most people would describe as a baby face, completely free of any harshness, with messy black curls falling in every direction around his head as if it'd never once been combed.
Beneath those untidy curls was a pair of brilliant ruby-red eyes that seemed to glow against his youthful features.
He was barely five feet tall and seemed no older than a teenager, but the immense demonic energy radiating from his body made that innocent appearance feel completely out of place.
