As Azrael turned back, he saw a tall, middle-aged man, at least two and a half meters in height standing silently behind him.
The man wore a suit of tattered armor, its surface marred by deep cracks, while a few strands of his short, messy gray hair hung loosely over his forehead.
From head to toe, the man appeared far removed from a normal human. It was not only his towering height and broad, muscular build; even the very aura surrounding him felt different from that of any person Azrael had ever encountered.
Although the man's presence was calm, almost like a friendly uncle who might live next door, Azrael instinctively sensed that there was nothing simple about him. In fact, a quiet warning echoed in his mind as if this man was even stronger than Zyrek, his grandfather and the most powerful being Azrael had met since arriving in Genesis.
Among the many striking features of the man, the one that drew Azrael's attention most were his eyes.
