The Chosen One of Shadows

A biting wind swept across the cliff, carrying the metallic scent of blood and torn earth. Areyos, breathless, stared at the spot where Klaus should have lain, impaled and defeated, trapped in his lethal trap. But against all odds, the metal spikes piercing the wall only embraced an empty void. A black aura, resembling a dancing dark flame, swirled around Klaus, who now stood unscathed once more. Areyos felt a chill run down his spine as a memory surfaced in his mind.

"This black aura… it's the same as Erina's," he thought, unable to hide the astonishment tightening his face. "What does this mean?"

Klaus, motionless, locked his violet eyes onto Areyos'. "You seem quite surprised for someone who had everything planned, Areyos Orionis," he said, his voice calm.