Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers
His eye sockets were slightly deep, and his eyes were a profound ink-black—calm, they were like an ancient cold pool; when stirred, they surged with world-destroying malice, his entire body shrouded in a faint black aura.
A faint black light glowed at his fingertips as he slowly pressed them against the crown of the man kneeling before him.
The man was half-kneeling on the ground, his upper body bare, his chest and back covered in hideous wounds with torn flesh. Faint scars remained deep in the wounds—he was the very man who had fought fiercely with Amelia earlier, resulting in mutual injury.