Chapter 23: Not The Last Of His Kind

There was a moment of silence, to the point it was easy to hear the trees rustling behind. Lennox's pupils dilated, and he found himself momentarily stunned.

The demon they had braced themselves to confront was in fact, an unexpectedly, striking handsome man, his appearance a far cry from the beast everyone had anticipated.

His silver-white hair was styled in a messy, effortlessly, cool man-bun, and he towered at an impressive 6'5" with a powerful build that was both imposing and proportional.

His muscles were chiseled, visible even beneath his dark attire, and they seemed to ripple with every subtle movement.

The only odd feature of his appearance was the intricate web of dark runes that snaked around his otherwise flawless skin. These cursed marks were visible on his hand, neck, and even parts of his face. A dark blindfold covered his eyes, and the sight of it sparked a flurry of questions in the minds of everyone.