His face resembled a pebble washed over a thousand times by the river of time—flat cheekbones, a collapsed nose bridge, and thin lips forming a featureless outline.
The most unsettling was the aura around him, with his slender shoulder blades perpetually slightly hunched, as if burdened by an invisible heavy weight, yet within that hunch lurked danger ready to spring forth at any moment.
Upon seeing this figure, Kelleb and Philip were somewhat surprised.
The feeling this person gave them was quite dangerous.
This danger did not stem from a disparity in strength.
In fact, the man they sensed was not considered very strong within the realm of Legend.
But there was a very special power hidden within him, as if his rank had been lifted half a notch.
This was somewhat like the aura of a Demigod, yet upon careful reflection, it was not the same.
Unlike Kelleb and Philip, Lis gazed at Kent with an unchanged expression, and rather a bit of exploratory interest.
