The Grand Martial Hall's Grand Master Reymon Seablaze turned slowly, his movements calm and steady.
As he faced the kneeling elders, the light from the golden runes along the hall walls revealed his full figure.
He was a tall man with broad shoulders and a solid frame built from years of battle and training. His dark brown hair was neatly tied behind his head, with a few loose strands falling over his forehead. His eyes were light blue—cold and piercing, yet calm like the surface of a deep ocean.
A long, pale scar ran down the right side of his neck. His fingers brushed against it out of habit, the gesture slow and thoughtful. The scar continued below his collar, disappearing beneath the high neckline of his dark robe. No one knew how far it went, but whispers among the Hall members said it stretched across his back.
