Chapter 33 - 10 Years (2)
Step.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Each footsteps echoed with purpose as the boy made his way down the grand hall. Step by step, the sharp rhythm of his movements reverberated off the walls, steady and commanding. Every stride radiated an aura of unshakable confidence, his posture refined, each motion deliberate and exact.
His appearance was pristine, clad in a sleek black robe paired with tailored black trousers, both embellished with detailed silver patterns, subtle yet intricate, complete with precisely placed pins and accessories that hinted at status and taste.
Emblazoned on the right side of his chest, the Ravenastra insignia gleamed proudly, catching the light just enough to demand attention. His black top framed his jet-black hair, tied back neatly into a ponytail that flowed elegantly down his back. A pair of silver eyes, mesmerising and enigmatic, held a quiet beauty that added a sense of grace to his already commanding presence.
Standing tall at 190 cm, his well-toned frame radiated quiet strength. His body wasn’t overly bulky, but each muscle seemed honed to perfection, every fibre holding restrained power ready to burst forth at a moment’s notice.
His face, striking and sharp, bore the features of one blessed by both bloodline and genes, a chiselled jawline and piercing silver eyes that seemed to see through everything. His skin was so flawless it would stir jealousy even among the most radiant of women.
At his waist rested a long sword, unremarkable in appearance to the untrained eye. Yet behind its humble exterior, the blade harboured a celestial presence and the concealed and intense power contained within, adding an air of mystery to the boy’s overall presence.
This youth was none other than Astrael, transformed remarkably over the past ten years into someone near unrecognizable.
Meanwhile, Atticus descended the staircase, his measured steps resonating through the Ravenstein mansion, the soft thud of each footstep preceding his entry as he passed through the doorway.