What caught the eyes was a face as sharp as if cut with a knife, eyebrows flying up towards the temples, star-like eyes deep and piercing, and wherever the gaze fell, the pressure increased instantly.
The rays of the early morning sun fell into the pit, lighting him up from behind, as if wrapping him in a white fringe, adding a touch of warmth to the chilly aura.
Dense leaves and tree trunks intertwined overhead, the scent of the earth mingling with the morning air, the jungle's panorama forming a unique backdrop for him.
The man had an aura that was elusive, embodying the strength and stoicism of a soldier, yet appeared calm and composed. He was like a blade that had experienced countless battles, hidden when unsheathed, capable of claiming a life unsuspectingly. Meeting his gaze, one felt every inch of their skin scrutinized, the surrounding temperature seeming to drop suddenly.
