The man slowly stepped out of the fading cloud of purple lightning.
Moonlight illuminated his appearance.
He had dark crimson, curly hair that fell to his shoulders, and a pair of eyes that glowed like crackling violet lightning. Every step he took released arcs of electricity that danced across the ground, leaving behind scorched marks.
Several meters away, Marcus, Aisha, and Eliana immediately spread out.
Each of them instinctively took up a battle formation.
Aisha pulled a massive greatsword from her storage ring, its heavy blade crashing against the ground.
Marcus lowered his flaming spear into a ready stance.
Eliana silently nocked an arrow onto her bowstring, her sharp eyes never leaving the stranger.
Marcus tightened his grip on his spear.
"Who are you?! Why did you attack our friends?"
Although his voice remained steady, he could already sense it.
The man standing before them was far stronger than Luke.
Far stronger than anyone they had fought before.
