บท 364: A Man Called Victor

A hulking, muscular figure sat on a dark cloud, strange beats of drums booming around him. His gaze was naturally dull but the crimson glow of his eyes gave him an intimidating presence.

This man was dark and bald, his skin nearly the color of charcoal. On the left side of his face was a strange white tattoo, stretching through his left chest and down to his left leg.

Strapped around his waist was a crimson cloth, draped like a ceremonial sash, its edges tattered and worn, giving him a primal yet commanding presence.

Behind him loomed a massive floating shrine, emanating an eerie crimson glow. The structure appeared ancient, its wooden surface etched with glowing red runes pulsating like a heartbeat.

Large, jagged spires jutted outward, giving the shrine an imposing appearance. Floating debris and shattered relics from its foundation orbited it in slow, deliberate movements.