Back within the Newborn Realm
The Battle had been paused.
Damien suspended himself mid air, the grayish black Wings of Endless Ash flapping behind him. Between his arm, was Flint held like a luggage bag.
Behind him was the Realm Guardian. The badly wounded dragon that stared warily at the duo, and at a new entrant that just appeared.
And this entrant, was a handsome man in black. He had slick black hair, neatly combed backwards. A well-fit tuxedo. A pale complexion, and a pair of red eyes.
He had a few pieces of jewelry on his body. Like a silver ear piece on his left ear, silver bracelets and rings. He floated up without the help of wings, and stared down upon the Realm Guardian.
His silent gaze was emotionless, but hidden within, was clear disdain. He then moved his head to face Damien and Flint, whom stared back at him.