They didn't expect him to fight them all by himself.
Yet, there he was.
All by himself.
Dozens of Masters against one.
They should have felt triumphant.
They should have felt certain.
They should have felt confident.
Yet, when they beheld the maelstrom of peril that emanated within the depths of his dark eyes…
They only felt fear.
It was hard to describe.
It was hard to comprehend.
His Heart and Mind were dormant, yet somehow, he made them feel… insignificant.
Everything about him, from how he stood to how his dark eyes seemed to pierce into them, made their instincts scream with peril.
"He's just one man." A powerful masculine voice dispelled the angst that had been building up in the air. "We are dozens strong. He is but one. Our victory is all but assured. Additionally…"
The air around him boiled with unfathomable power.
"…You have me." His eyes sparkled with raw might.
