Trunks Black Goku Novels & Stories

Kaelen Blackrock. He wore a sharply tailored, minimalist black leather trench coat, the Soulfire Dagger—symbol of the Black Rock Clan’s supreme authority—hanging at his waist. Standing nearly two meters tall, his mere presence exuded a terrifying oppressive aura, thinning the air for a dozen meters around him. The low-ridden mounts at the edge of the square whimpered and dropped to the ground, not daring to lift their heads. His cold, golden eyes swept over the crowd, devoid of any emotion, as if he were staring at a pile of inanimate stones.

Far beyond the borders of Blackthorn, the brief peace ended with a terrifying shiver. Inside the Black Fortress, the structure groaned under a sudden wave of dark pressure. The Eclipse Gate rumbled violently as another massive crack spread across its surface, black smoke pouring from the fissure. This time, a physical figure stepped completely through the void. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and clad in heavy black armor that seemed forged from living, writhing shadow. His eyes burned a fierce, unholy crimson through the slits of his helm. He dropped to one knee before the great dark mirror where Nyxar's presence lingered.