Kuan's eyes narrowed as Adam's crimson gaze locked onto him—focused, predatory, utterly without fear. A grin spread across the bandit lord's brutal features, slow and dangerous.
"Heh. Sounds like things are getting lively out there too." Kuan's massive shoulders rolled, muscles flexing beneath his intricate tattoos. "I'll pay you back twice over for the trouble you've caused."
Kuan's kerambit spun in his grip, the blade catching the torchlight in gleaming arcs. Then his aura erupted—a savage, bloodthirsty pressure that filled the cavern like a physical weight. It was the aura of a predator who had never met prey that could fight back. Crude, but potent. The tattoos on his body seemed to writhe, dark energy pulsing along their lines.
Adam's Crown materialized fully on his brow, its presence cold and hungry. His own aura answered Kuan's— with something far more ancient. Sovereign pressure. The weight of a being who had crawled from the deepest dark and evolved beyond death.
