A harsh gust blew Farren's auburn shoulder-length hair back. The mysterious friend he had made turned out to be every bit as impressive as he had thought.
Yet, such a notion seems so absurd coming from one of the only three men standing under the torrent of gravity released by Aurex.
Farren's dark brown eyes watched as Caelith shot forward to meet the prince, a battle that would change the fate of Igaria, was about to occur, and he was there at the center of it.
The mischievous smile on Farren's face soon grew into a solemn, thin line.
He knew his job would come after this battle had ended…
He had seen it unfold.
There, standing in the center of the battlefield, Farren of The Plains, the conniving businessman and informant, watched the battle between the mysterious dark horse and the prince of Igaria; however, around him, an undetectable aura shaped like a jellyfish surrounded him, protecting him from the gravity.
