Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction.
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Ray slowly turned around and there he stood.
A tall man clad in a long, weather-worn coat reinforced with layered enchantments that had clearly seen countless battles. His hair was streaked with premature silver despite his relatively young face, and faint scars traced the edges of his jaw and neck.
His eyes, however, were what made Ray's spine stiffen.
They were exhausted.
The kind of exhaustion that came not from lack of sleep, but from carrying responsibility for far too long.
The magical presence rolling off him was immense but controlled, refined, and terrifyingly deep as if he were deliberately suppressing it.
"So," the man said quietly with a calm voice edged with iron. "Humans?"
Ray swallowed.
"Commander."
The commander's gaze flicked upward, toward the distant horizon where Gojo had vanished long ago.
"How many?" he asked.
Ray hesitated.
