Vol2/Chap 6: The Fateless One
Klaus remained frozen in place, his arm still raised with the Messenger's core hovering above his palm. The two Celestial Investigators stood before him, their mere presence making the air itself feel heavy and thick. Dudu growled low in his throat, muscles coiled beneath obsidian scales, ready to strike if needed.
With a casual flick of slender fingers, the figures transformed. The taller one became an elderly man of impossible beauty, silver hair flowing like liquid moonlight, skin unblemished despite apparent age, eyes holding depths that made Klaus's breath catch. His features radiated charisma that transcended mortal comprehension, a presence that commanded respect without effort.
