บท 2436: Windfell (Part 2)

If not for the scars on his face, the stranger would have been the kind of handsome man that only an Awakened could become thanks to body refining. He was 1.91 meters (6'3") tall, with brown hair and blue eyes.

His skin had been turned bronze from the prolonged exposition to the sun and his body was a symphony of muscles of steel trained to be effective in combat rather than showy.

The air seemed twisted around his body forming a nigh-invisible vortex, concealing his smell and shredding anything carried by the wind before it could touch him.

'This guy is good.' The Vampire thought. 'Not only did he escape our notice, but he also waited until there was no one around.'

'Don't be foolish!' Dawn warned her. 'There's no such a thing as a deserted place in a big city. He created it.'

The wind suddenly turned and the smell of fresh blood reached Nyka's nose.