Just like everyone else in the castle, his skin was white—pale as moon-bleached marble, stripped of all color. His eyes, however, were something else entirely. Pitch black. Abyssal wells of psychic energy that seemed to spiral endlessly inward, as if they could swallow entire worlds with a glance.
He stood still, brooding over the interaction he'd just had with Divine Calamity, when a voice cut through the silence like a sharpened blade.
"Pathetic."
The Inferno Human Hybrid turned sharply as he saw the one who had dared to enter his abode.
Standing beside him was a young woman clad in the same black robe adorned with white spirals. She was small—no more than one meter seventy—but her presence was monumental. Her face was stunning, statuesque in its perfection, her white skin flawless like polished stone, her dark eyes gleaming with disdain.
