Kenneth was already cloaked, the dark fabric draped over his large frame.
The drawstring beneath his throat was tied loosely—very loosely, you'd think he didn't even use a force to pull them—so much so that I was certain a single mischievous gust of wind could gift the world an accidental peek at a perfectly sculpted being.
His hair was dark, but when a stray sliver of moonlight brushed over it, it gleamed with a faint blue sheen, as though dyed by the night sky itself.
And damn… he was huge!
Kenneth stood a head taller than Claude, and his shoulders were broader. So, yeah. He was huge. He wasn't just muscular; he was built like someone sculpted a statue of a warrior god, then decided to add another layer on top after thinking it wasn't big enough.
His posture gave off a regal vibe. Maybe he was also part of some royal family. When I saw him before during the joint raid of the infernal vortex, I had a hunch he was also one of the otherworlders. And I was right.
