Seth and the others stared vigilantly as a figure walked through the opened doors.
A middle-aged man, with deep brown hair and a scar running from his forehead through his eye to his cheek.
Aside from that, he was truly a handsome individual. If one had to estimate, one would say this man was at least in his mid to late forties.
He wore a neat formal grey suit, and he walked forward in slow, steady steps. A stifling, commanding presence wafted unfiltered into the room.
Seth's heart skipped a beat. For some reason, he felt that even if he unleashed the full pressure of his aura — the aura that belonged to a higher form of evolved life…
Somehow he instinctively knew it would have no effect.
But that didn't make any sense. The higher life form had an inbred aura of natural attribution.
And that naturally bore heavy on any form of life beneath them.
The only reason Seth could come up with, for why his instincts told him this, was that this man should also be an Awakened.
