The figure stepped forward, and the fog clung to him like a shroud as if it was reluctant to release its prize!
This was the first time Shane had seen this Gray Fog act, and it surely made him curious about it.
However, his eyes were now focused on the Hero he had just recruited.
Without a doubt, the man's presence was commanding. His every movement seemed so authoritative!
"A hero indeed…" Shane muttered to himself as he saw the figure that the Gray Fog had spat out.
The warrior wore no armor, but the air around him seemed to ripple with unseen force. Well, it was probably the effect of the Gray Fog, but his eyes were sharp as he scanned the clearing. It was as if he was assessing friend and foe alike.
His long black hair was tied in a tight ponytail, revealing a face etched with battle scars. His jaw was chiseled, his cheekbones high, and his lips set in a firm line.
