A man in his early thirties stepped forward, the dim light in the cave finally revealing his form.
Though his steps were casual, he radiated an unfathomable presence — something that made it clear he was far from an ordinary human. His sleeveless tunic clung tightly to his broad, muscular arms, each movement emphasizing the sheer power beneath his skin. Even his neck looked thicker than a normal man's thigh.
His messy black hair swayed lightly in the air, a few strands falling over his face.
He held a katana in his hand — unsheathed. Though the pitch black blade barely glinted in the faint light, its presence alone was enough to send chills down the spine of anyone standing before it.
Yami Black.
The House Master of the Raging Bulls.
Even before anyone could clearly see him, Peter had already recognized that deep, commanding voice. He was the one who had unleashed that black crescent arc earlier, the strike that had shattered the rift itself.
