The figure who approached was no ordinary man.
He was an embodiment of molten fury and unyielding power. His very form radiated infernal heat. Skin cracked like scorched stone revealed veins of liquid fire burning beneath, each pulse of molten light like the heartbeat of a volcano. His eyes glowed like smoldering coals—piercing, unrelenting, seeming to see through flesh, bone, and straight into the soul. His hair, white as ash, burned faintly with an aura of flame-touched brilliance, framing a face carved by time and war. Scars furrowed his skin, each a record of battles that had spanned millennia.
