The wind blows his long white hair as the man on horseback keep pushing the horse forward.
His eyes show a kind of coldness that is hard to imitate. Bone chilling glare of this man could kill a person and his aura was filled with killing intent.
His heart however beats as calm as the spring breeze. The anger is real. The killing intent was real. Yet, his heart did not even stir.
The man felt this deep in his heart. Has he become more…..distant? Distant from a definition of a human.
A dragon heart beats in a body of a mortal.
Ancient God that roamed during Ages past sharing a heart with a puny mortal. In all of existence, such fusion is rare, an anomaly in itself.
In the blood of this man flows the blood of Old Gods and ancient Gods. Every day the man feels it more clearly than anyone else.
He is transforming.