The eastern Tyrant stood facing a young man. The young man wore silver armor with a dragon engraved on his chest. His stalwart figure oozed vitality. Sharp eyes, yet calm breathing. As if a predator was gazing at his prey.
This sensation made his body tense up slightly. Tyrant did not like this feeling. He shook it off and asked, "Who are you?"
Valerian smirked and took off the helmet. He noticed how Tyrant's pupils constricted for a moment and then dilated. The man was covered from head to toe in crimson armor, and only his eyes were visible. Valerian asked, "Are you excited to see me?"
Tyrant replied, "Indeed, to think you would come to meet me on your own accord. Either you are as naive as your father or brave as your mother. Do not worry, and you will end up like them too."
