270 Enter the Monarch of Time

There was at least two minute's worth of time before Zeke could lose consciousness. His health pool was rapidly dropping as well as every other member of the team.

[80%]

[78%]

[75%]

Instead of staring at it and wasting his time, he decided to observe the new enemy in front of them. As expected, [Analysis] only showed [???] on the enemy's stats. But Zeke knew he could still gain some information simply by looking at his enemy's overall features.

A young man with a black slip - back hair. He was well built but not too muscular. On his head were two horns that resembled that of a dragon's while on his back were wings and a tail which completed the said look.

His eyes were dark purple, lazily gazing at Zeke and his allies like they were not even worth his time. Gripped to both his hands were swords resembling the hour and minute arm on a clock. As soon as their enemy moved this, Zeke felt another stab at his heart. Making him cough more blood.