The young man surveying the crowd around him with a calm, measured gaze. He lingered there, silent and unhurried, before finally stepping forward. His attire was a simple, rugged ensemble of black, the kind one might pick up at the first outfitter's store they stumbled upon—practical, durable, yet lacking any particular flair. It was the look of a newcomer, someone unfamiliar with the world he was now entering. Indeed, anyone watching could easily mistake him for a novice, and in a way, they would be right.
This was Siver King. Though he had never been a Hunter in the conventional sense, he was something close to it, and in his own World, he was an expert in his domain. His expertise was renowned, and he wielded it with a natural, almost frightening ease. There was a reason Siver King was considered a Major Antagonist in the novel from which he hailed; some even regarded him as more dangerous than the Main Antagonist himself.
