A tall, alabaster-skinned man with black hair and blue eyes stood on the roof of the tower. The ship itself carved through the air, its concrete bow dividing the wind of its own volition, carrying on at a sufficient speed.
There had been a slight delay in arrival. He'd had to stop at Drywall and deal with the things threatening to swallow the place, but Revant had finally arrived at his master's order.
He looked down with a fond smile on his face. Smiles rarely appeared on Revant's face, and when they did, they looked evil instead of accommodating.
Scanning the cacophony below, Revant glanced at the two on the ship's deck. There were more people there, but only two of them caught his gaze.
These were the two who had approached him a few weeks ago and demanded that he teach them. He had taken them as students and wanted to test what he had taught them, so his silent gaze spoke volumes.
