The moment Aurelus stepped forward and fully revealed himself, both Mardonio and Austaire felt as if they were staring at the very incarnation of evil itself.
The wicked grin tugging at the corner of his lips, the condescending gaze that sliced through the air, and the sheer presence radiating from his massive body weighed down on them like a suffocating fog.
Every scar etched on his frame told of battles that should have killed a lesser man, battles he had agasint Wilfred.
Each mark was a reminder of his terrifying healing ability, strength ,and endurance. It was his scar of defeat against Wilfred thirteen years ago.
The most jarring scar slashed across his right eye, a deep gash that had never fully healed.
Another, long and jagged, began near his right hip and carved its way diagonally toward his left shoulder.
