Capítulo 433: The Stranger [Part 2]

On the roof of one of the prestigious buildings lined in a linear array, stood a man. His presence caused a sudden stillness in the atmosphere.

There was not a single noble below who did not know him.

He stood bare-chested, unbothered by the arrogant winds that swept through the air in the aftermath of the powerful flood.

His muscular form seemed carved from a relentless pursuit of strength.

His torso was a tapestry of scars, each one a testament to battles fought and won, a story told in flesh rather than words.

The hard lines of his abdomen, the powerful curve of his shoulders, and the unyielding strength in his arms all spoke of a life forged in discipline and hardship.

His hair, white and resembling the sky on a bright day, was tousled by the wind, framing a face marked by intensity.