"Draven."
"I know, Charles."
Charles and Draven stopped suddenly.
"There," Charles pointed with a sense of trepidation.
A resounding boom shook the surroundings, and from within the explosion of golden light emerged the imposing figure in white armor.
In the midst of the shimmering golden light, the air crackled with an almost electric tension as Charles and Draven confronted the enigmatic figure before them. The young man stood tall in pristine white armor, his face concealed behind an enigmatic golden masquerade mask. His platinum blond hair cascaded down in a ponytail, and his mesmerizing eyes showcased a captivating heterochromia— one sapphire blue, the other gleaming silver, devoid of any emotion.
Draven's forehead glistened with sweat, a clear sign of his unease. "Charles... he is a monster," he muttered, his voice trembling with fear and awe.
