"What's taking so long?!" The voice came from behind Zyssara. Followed by footsteps, and with it emerged a familiar face Finn had not expected to see at all.
It was Ezgar.
Alive, in flesh.
His crimson scales brighter than before—yellow eyes sharper as well. One of his horns was missing. His entire expression completely different from before. He looked like one of those cartoon characters that changed after getting out of prison.
He wore jet-black armor with a few gray highlights, and black aketon underneath. The armor only covered his chest, knees, shoulders, and part of his arm. A sword hung sheathed at his side—a completely different look from their last encounter.
He walked forward, metal armor clicking with each step, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his face locked in a tough expression.
'This guy is full of crap—he has to be posing.'
Ezgar looked down at Zyssara walking along the tongue until standing just behind her, at about the same height.
