At the same time...
Kris stood alone at the center of the rocky plateau, his face consumed by raw anger. His appearance had changed drastically. His long red hair now had snow-white roots, the distinctive mark of the complete awakening of his Pendragon bloodline. Meanwhile, the dragon tattoo engraved on his neck and running down his muscular arm glowed with a menacing orange light under the sun of Tenebris. His bandaged hands, proof of his relentless training, gripped his spear with one hand.
His amber eyes, with slightly reptilian pupils, fixed the mass of students with absolute coldness. He wore a fitted black armor suit under a heavy cape that floated with the currents of burning air. His one-meter-eighty stature radiated such dense physical pressure that it seemed to make the surrounding air vibrate.
In front of him, a small crowd of Pendragon faction students, sent by Godwin, had just finished encircling him. Their faces wavered between pure terror and desperate resolve.
