Compared to Trunk, this individual looked like a dwarf, though he was still slightly taller than me. He had a strange, disproportionate build: slim arms and a slender upper torso, but from the waist down, everything changed.
His legs were packed with dense, bulky muscles that looked like coiled springs. Just looking at his stance, I could tell he was built for explosive, blinding speed.
As he stood there, he seemed to defy the natural lighting of the world. Even though the sun was high and the world was bathed in bright light, he was perpetually shrouded in a patch of artificial midnight.
A small area, roughly one meter in radius around him, remained dimly lit and hazy. In the centre of that darkness, his dark red eyes glowed with a predatory lustre. He wasn't weak; he was a silent predator waiting for the sun to drop.
"I am called Seif," he said, his voice a sharp contrast to Trunk's. It was sibilant and smooth. "It is my honour to serve such a Dark Lord."
