The man looked massive, something that was inconceivable considering the level of security he would have had to live under for his entire life.
He wore a grey uniform with a single zipper that went from his collar to his crotch. On his left chest, a bright red tag shone: #D2901.
The air around this man seemed to grow solid, a palpable killing intent hanging heavily around him.
It shouldn't have been possible for even an A-grade Prisoner to become so large, let alone a Dark Prisoner. Their meals were perfectly measured to maintain health and prevent starvation, but it shouldn't have been enough to feed their strength, let alone growing to have such a muscular body.
There was no doubt that whatever ability this man had, his strength was related to it.
City Lord Hargrove's expression flickered.
