Chapter 315 – Salvation [3]
"Might I know, dear brother, the reason for your visit?" Solaris said, his tone an annoying whisper, sitting calmly on his chair of golden and white cold, his sun-like eyes staring down at the man seated before him.
The room was searing hot.
The man before him bore all the characteristics of an Asterion with golden hair that seemed to redefine the very concept of gold, and golden eyes glowing like miniature suns.
The air itself seemed to sweat.
Where Solaris wore a loose golden-white robe befitting a prince who had never held a sword, the man in front of him was clad in deep black onyx armor, a long black coat flowing behind him like a sea of shadows. The contrast between that abyssal black and his radiant gold was mesmerizing.
Behind him, just within arm's reach, stood an enormous black spear whose tip brushed the ceiling, black fire licking sporadically along its edge, exuding a pressure strong enough to make the space itself quiver.
