Chapter 173
Glancing up, the remaining conscious hunters—Daki, Jake, and Max could see someone entering their view.
He looked to have been floating earlier as he landed softly on the cracked ground, standing just a metre away from Max, who lay on his belly staring at him intently, uncertain of what was going on.
The man, who appeared to be in his mid-twenties, stood tall. His jet-black hair was slightly tousled, framing a face marked by piercing red eyes that burned with quiet intensity. Every inch of his presence radiated calm confidence, like someone who had long grown used to danger.
He wore fitted black pants and a simple black shirt, but most of his frame was concealed beneath a sweeping coat, its dark fabric patterned with subtle streaks of mixed colors that shimmered faintly whenever light brushed across them.
The coat seemed to carry a faint ripple of energy with every movement, as though alive with restrained power.
