A beam of light descended from the heavens, engulfing his form as broadcast orbs poured from the sky, swirling around him in a slow orbit that followed the radiant glow.
He didn't change his expression. His face or rather, the absence of one remained calm. He was faceless, a darkness given shape. From the outside, he appeared as nothing but darkness, a silhouette molded into the vague form of a man.
Those who saw him couldn't tell if he was male or female, tall or short. In truth, he appeared different to everyone who looked upon him.
This was Amon the infamous, supposedly immortal demon lord who had slain the heir of House Ravenscroft inside their very citadel, right under the nose of Godwin Corbin Ravenscroft, a man of the Seventh Class advancement.
He had invaded and killed the grandson of one of the most powerful beings in the world.
How could such a name not be known? Yet, strangely enough, the name was all that was known about this enigmatic figure.
