A young man who looked to be in his late twenties strode into Apex Tower. He was tall and composed, with dark hair falling in loose, untamed strands that framed a sharp, self-assured face.
He wore black layered robes secured with leather straps, exuding a calm, dangerous poise.
He entered the hall and dropped to his knees immediately, touching the ground with one hand as he lowered his head.
"Dear Father, this filial son bows before your presence."
The Patriarch sat on the dais connected to the massive forge platform, a white towel draped around his neck.
"Save me all that, boy. Why were you monitoring your brother?"
Ryuu's gaze remained lowered. He lingered but revealed no emotion.
"I apologize, Father. I did it out of pure curiosity."
The Patriarch studied him for a moment, saying nothing. Then he clicked his teeth in mild annoyance and glanced to his side.
