chapter 84

Kaine POV

In the dimly lit room of the study, Elder Sasha escorted the enigmatic stranger, a figure that exuded an aura of guarded defiance as he stepped into our midst.

His tall and imposing frame seemed to fill the space, casting a shadow that stretched across the floorboards, as if to challenge anyone who dared to cross his path.

His clothes already looking tattered having been held captive by elder sasha for days, dark cloak that clung to him like a shroud, he appeared as if he had emerged from the depths of some hidden underworld.

His unkempt hair framed a face etched with the harsh lines of experience, the stubble on his jaw lending an air of ruggedness that mirrored the hardness in his gaze.

Eyes as cold and calculating as steel bore into me, their depths seemingly impenetrable, as if they held secrets that he had no intention of sharing.

His attire, a patchwork of worn leather and faded fabric, seemed to speak of a life spent navigating treacherous terrain and surviving ag