Fifteen years had passed since Patriarch Van had picked up a frail silver-haired orphan in the depths of a hostile forest... Time and the harshness of Arcadia had forged the child's body, transforming his initial fragility into an athletic build. Within the tribe, he was now called Sulyvhan.
Sulyvhan was not a Lycan by blood, and this showed in every movement... Although he had grown up surrounded by furry colossi, he had retained human characteristics. His silver hair framed a gaze that unsettled even the bravest warriors: sclerae of absolute black where silver pupils shone.
Lacking claws since he was not a beast-man, Sulyvhan had adopted mastery of the sword. However, despite his undeniable talent, he hit an invisible wall... Without the superhuman physical constitution of the beast-men or their innate ability to saturate their muscles with raw aura, he could only achieve half of his martial potential.
