Chapter 433: The Returned Hound (2)
"It's been a while, everyone.."
A low, low-pitched voice.
Dolores, Tudor, Sancho, Piggy, Bianca, and Sinclair's eyes widened as if they had witnessed something unbelievable.
Vikir. The Night Hound.
Their old friend, imprisoned in Nouvelle Vague more than four years ago, stood before them.
His height had increased, his chest and shoulders broadened, his jawline sharpened.
Not only had he grown into a handsome young man with a pretty boy face that made his gender seem ambiguous, but the density of his aura, which radiated from his entire body, had also changed to another level.
It was as if there was a mountain, or rather a mountain range, in front of them.
It was like he was a completely different person from the friend they had remembered, but that made it all the more real.
It was like realizing that Vikir in front of everyone was the real Vikir, four years older.
"...Ha, but how?"