Quin, the figure who had intervened in the chaotic situation, grinned at Raziel. His appearance shifted from the ominous mist to that of a young man with black hair and piercing blue eyes. His attire was casual yet exuded an air of confidence that suggested a deep understanding of his own power.
The first student of The Immortal, the one that many knew of as "The Angel of Death'.
He was the one who had been spectating the planet, observing Reign, and was the one who finally intervened when things became too chaotic.
Raziel, still maintaining his stoic demeanor, sighed as he glanced at Quin. "Your methods are as unconventional as ever, Quin, was this truly necessary?"
Quin shrugged, a nonchalant expression on his face. "Necessary?"
"Perhaps not."
"Enjoyable?"
"Absolutely."
