Theron sat cross-legged on Alpha's back, his expression quite calm.
Compared to most powerful beasts, Alpha was still on the smaller side, being only about two and a half to three meters tall on all fours. While that was tall enough to tower over the likes of Theron, when it came to even other humans—at least the ones that had mutated—it was still well within the bounds of reason.
That said, the DiBarr Clan Heir wasn't as tall as Urong had been. The Demon Duke had been several meters tall, but the DiBarr were clearly much more reserved in that aspect.
Their skin was also grey, but they had these beautiful veins of amethyst etching across them almost like the veins of the real gemstone. They shimmered and pulsed, forming two lines that ran up their cheeks and formed shadows around their eyes. These lines ended in their hovering horns, a pair of glowing violet gems that radiated hints of darkness.
But Theron only gave him a glance before looking toward Ayame.
