In front of another breach in the walls of the Desolate City, warships bearing flags emblazoned with the word "Demon" hovered high in the sky.
On the deck of a massive warship, a young man with a commanding presence, exuding a black aura, gazed at the distant breach.
The man's complexion was deathly pale, devoid of any hint of blood.
From his cheekbones down his cheeks ran several serpentine dark blue demonic patterns, with a pair of sharp black horns protruding from his head. His forehead bore a dark red vertical mark, and his eyes were even more frightening, with whites tinged with a mysterious red, pupils narrowed into thin crimson slits. His hair was messy and jet black, a few strands draping down his neck. His exposed wrists also wrapped in black demonic patterns, making him look terrifying.
