Moments later…
BOOM…
Shattering the sound barrier, a figure descended upon the rooftop. The sheer impact of his speed caused the stone to explode, and spider-web-like cracks stretched everywhere.
Donning obsidian black armour that framed his large body, a raven black cape behind him, the figure had short black hair, a cold face, and sharp eyes that made him quite handsome.
The figure was none other than one of the five, correction, four heroes of the Kingdom of Aetherion: Vaerion Duskclaw. The latter's eyes swept the rooftop and the surrounding area. The air around him vibrated faintly with suppressed power, heavy enough to make any weak-levelled human collapse.
"…I could swear I felt a disturbance of mana here. Was I mistaken?" His voice was low and his eyes dark.
For a moment, the night held its breath.
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