Juravo descended like a meteor, smashing through the building with such force that the entire chamber exploded into chaos. Debris scattered everywhere, and the walls groaned in protest. Amidst the destruction, Juravo stood, his eyes locked onto one person who seemed utterly unfazed by the wreckage.
Black's gaze was one of irritation. Dust covered his once-immaculate clothes, and his face twisted with disdain. "Great," he muttered, brushing off his sleeve. The chamber lay in ruins, but Black seemed more annoyed by the mess than concerned about the intruder who had caused it.
Juravo stood tall in the center, his slender frame bathed in a shimmering, otherworldly glow. Though he looked human, the pure white of his eyes and the light radiating from him made it clear that he was far more dangerous than any mortal. His presence was suffocating, a force so intense that the air itself seemed to bend around him.
