"It is you." Just as Efad had spoken, King Velarion appeared in the air before him, his expression showing both shock and intrigue.
Velarion stood 3.2 meters tall, with an imposing yet strangely elegant physique. Efad had to lift his head slightly to see his face since he was a couple of feet taller than James.
He possessed silver-white hair that carried strands of living darkness, while his skin resembled pale celestial marble covered in delicate violet fractures.
Compared to the smooth, elegant, pale-yet-reddish skin he had before, the mutation had turned him into someone worth fearing and unique.
Four backward-curving obsidian horns emerged from his temples. His eyes had three concentric pupils that seemed to give him unique perceptive abilities.
His most distinctive feature was a circular opening in the center of his chest, containing a miniature rotating void core.
