The figure stood nearly three meters tall, a small mountain of a man radiating an overwhelming sense of pressure.
His long, black hair was strewn casually over his shoulders.
His muscles bulged all over his body, each one as firm and hard as rock. Veins coiled over them like writhing serpents, gnarled and interwoven.
What remained of his clothes were now in tatters, hanging from his frame like dilapidated strips of cloth. As he moved, the scraps swayed gently, making a RUSTLING sound in the wind.
On his bare right pectoral was a black-and-gold serpentine tattoo. Its lines were exquisite, as if meticulously sketched and woven from the finest dark gold silk.
Every single scale was carved with meticulous, life-like detail, as if it were a living creature coiled upon his solid chest.
It looked as though it might leap from his skin at any moment, radiating a cold and dangerous aura that sent a shiver down the spine of anyone who dared to look.
THUD!
