Adam's crimson eyes swept over the three figures standing beside Croft, his gaze sharp and assessing.
The first two he recognized, Derrick and Kurt.
But the third...
He was tall, broad-shouldered, his posture radiating the easy arrogance of someone who had never been told no. Golden hair, long and tied back, caught the dying torchlight like spun sunlight. His eyes, the color of burnished gold, were sharp and cold, sweeping over the carnage with disdain. On his chest, the crest of Solaria gleamed—a crowned sun, stitched in gold thread.
In his hands, a spear.
It was long, the shaft carved with reliefs of lions and crowns, the metal gleaming as if freshly forged. The blade was double-edged, branching into two wicked points, and the metal itself seemed to shimmer with inner light—golden, warm, but carrying a weight that pressed against Adam's senses.
[Lance of the Sovereign's Arrogance – Legendary]
[One of the Seven Deadly Sins: Pride]
