A man stepped out. For a moment, I was too shocked to do anything but stare. Wild tendrils of gray hair framed a face chiseled with the strength of storms. The man exuded a dark majesty that chilled me to the bones. Tall and commanding, he moved with the air of a king who had seen ages pass like fleeting moments. Eyes fierce and forbidding looked into my own, and as they did, I felt filled with dread. Red rimmed the corners of his lips. The color of blood. The man was the embodiment of something intrinsically primeval, vast and terrifying.
