Godwin Pendragon was a two-meter-tall man whose massive, muscular build evoked that of an elite warrior. His hair was a vivid red, like glowing embers. His eyes, amber with irises that recalled those of a reptile, froze anyone they looked at. On his bare chest, a tattoo with complex lines depicted flames.
As the sole heir of his lineage, he had already, at the age of fifteen, brutally eliminated all family competition.
Bearer of the Blessing of Seraph Michael, known as the Judgment, he commanded two forces: elemental fire and an arcane magic that allowed him to manipulate gravity itself. His combat art, the Judgment Flame, was as fearsome as his A- rank indicated.
