Stravos couldn't speak. His entire body was frozen in place, restrained not by chains or force, but by Malrik's sheer aura alone.
Standing at six feet seven inches, Stravos had a lean, agile build, yet that didn't mean he relied solely on speed. No, his muscles were finely compacted, layered with strength that belied his frame. Every inch of his physique was honed for power and movement.
He had white hair that shimmered beneath the sunlight, and his eyes were a stark contrast, deep black, like polished obsidian. Hanging at his waist was his weapon of choice: a sabre, its hilt engraved with faint runic etchings.
Just like Wuthenya, his girlfriend, Stravos was also at the Voidstar Life Rank. He and Wuthenya had been dating for over three years now. But, throughout all that time, Malrik had never once approved of their relationship.
