"I have never seen anyone from the Downworld ever make it here."
The trio turned in unison, their bodies instinctively tensing. Kael's hand flew to her sword, her fiery eyes narrowing with suspicion. Selene shifted her weight subtly, her daggers gleaming faintly as she angled herself slightly to the side, ready to move in an instant. Eren tightened his grip on the shard, his dark eyes locking onto the source of the voice.
Standing a few feet away was a boy—no older than they appeared—but there was something unmistakably otherworldly about him. His skin seemed to glow faintly, as though lit from within, and his eyes burned with an intense, molten gold that was both captivating and unnerving. His hair, the color of burning embers, fell in messy waves that seemed to flicker like a living flame.
