Chapter 114: Stravos
Stravos couldn’t speak. His entire body was frozen in place, restrained not by chains or force, but by Malrik’s sheer aura alone.
Standing at six feet seven inches, Stravos had a lean, agile build, yet that didn’t mean he relied solely on speed. No, his muscles were finely compacted, layered with strength that belied his frame. Every inch of his physique was honed for power and movement.
He had white hair that shimmered beneath the sunlight, and his eyes were a stark contrast, deep black, like polished obsidian. Hanging at his waist was his weapon of choice: a sabre, its hilt engraved with faint runic etchings.
Just like Wuthenya, his girlfriend, Stravos was also at the Voidstar Life Rank. He and Wuthenya had been dating for over three years now. But, throughout all that time, Malrik had never once approved of their relationship.
He wouldn’t actively sabotage it, of course, but he wouldn’t support it either. Instead, he lingered like a disapproving guardian, observing from a distance like a brooding ’father rooster.’
"Brother, stop bullying him," Wuthenya said from the side, her voice laced with exasperation and fondness.
Malrik shook his head slightly, then withdrew his aura. Stravos exhaled involuntarily, his body relaxing as if a weight had been lifted from his very bones. He turned toward Malrik briefly, then immediately wrapped Wuthenya in a firm embrace.
"What happened? Your maid told me you were in danger, I got here as fast as I could," Stravos said, holding her hands tightly in his.
Malrik simply stood off to the side, wordless and relaxed, fading from the central figure of the moment to an idle observer, as if he had never been involved.
Stravos didn’t have all the details. Wuthenya’s personal maid had been ordered to flee immediately when danger struck, she had no idea what was truly going on. So, when she relayed the message to Stravos, it came with no useful context.