Shadow Heir
He came at Eolan with twin blades, fast as lightning.
Eolan sidestepped, shadow flicking upward to wrap one arm. The man spun with inhuman agility, slicing through part of the shadow itself—a feat Eolan had only seen once before.
“Not normal,” Eolan growled.
The man’s helmet shifted just enough for Eolan to glimpse a pale tattoo curling over his jawline—an ancient mark of the Obsidian Creed.
“You’re a long way from the southern temples,” Eolan said, even as they circled each other.