Staring straight up at that tiny silhouette in the sky, pure dread washed over him.
"H-he..." Cassian choked out as his voice trembled. "He... is here..."
High above the arena, that small figure just stood there floating in the sky with his hands casually stuffed in his pockets, looking entirely too comfortable at that height.
He looked no older than a five-year-old kid, but there was absolutely nothing innocent about him. His eyes were pure, pitch-black voids. Right beneath them, his pale skin was literally tearing open, jagged black cracks pulsing through the gaps like corrupted veins. His dark hair floated wildly upward, defying gravity as raw, black mana kept leaking off his body.
