" What's the matter, Lucian?" the figure chuckled.
A tall, dark-haired youth with striking brown eyes stared back at him.
The youth calmly sheathed the two long, curved blades he wielded back into the scabbard on his back.
A dark mist-like energy emanated from the blades, flowing into him, wreathing him in a dark, oppressive aura.
The very air around him hummed with barely restrained power.
Small beads of sweat rolled down Lucian's forehead.
His instincts screamed at him to back up.
Evwn Cassius unconsciously growled, his eyes glowing slightly.
Talia warily stared at the youth in front of her. Hr hands subconsciously moved towards her holstered guns, ready to wield them at a moment's notice.
The tendrils of mist receded into his body, disappearing from sight.
" You look like you've seen a ghost."
" Morgan, is that you? "
The tall youth grinned brightly.
" In the flesh."
Lucian turned to the other hooded figure.
" And this is?"
