Black clouds parted, revealing glaring silver eyes that bathed the land in their gentle glow.
Time slowed down, no, it stopped, and all living things around Jin stopped mid-way, with no sound or feeling, only a scenery that seemed void.
A figure draped in a brown cloak stood a dozen meters from Jin's place; its height was approximately taller than his, and hidden beneath its huge cloak, a smirk sent a chill crawling up his skin.
Jin's left hand tensed, summoning his katana, and leapt back to gain distance.
He shifted his foot and prepared his middle stance; his emerald eyes flashed in golden colour.
'Golden aura?'. Jin widened his eyes, watching a familiar aura radiating from the mysterious man.
It was a feral and divine aura that prompted him to stare in awe with his knees bent.
If not for his experience in facing a similar situation, Jin would probably submit himself to the person.
That was one thing he wouldn't do.
