Two people stood facing each other, fierce looks in their eyes, frowns on their faces, and fists clenched.
On one side, a man with red hair and red eyes sat on a throne made of bones. His right leg was placed on the seat, elevating it and putting him in a perfect posture to support his chin. He was clad in black armor adorned with bone ornaments.
A bone staff ending in a skull crown with hollow eyes hovered beside him.
The crown, or judging by its horrible nature, a helmet that better fit the name, rested atop his head, and his shoulders were covered in a warm embrace of ash fur, the kind that made him appear both intimidating and a bit handsome.
Well, he is indeed handsome, and considering he appeared to be around 35 years old while the one facing him looked to be in his early 20s, he was more mature and, more importantly, extremely dangerous.
Compared to the man seated on the throne, Kent appeared more docile.
