Immediately, Zeras laid eyes on him. He was uncontrollably attracted by the aura surrounding the figure, and his body came to a screeching halt just a few inches away from the figure, who slowly raised his head.
The chains surrounding him clanked, causing ginormous waves to appear at the surface of the River of Fate.
Finally, Zeras was able to see his face, and his heart pounded crazily in his chest.
"Look into my eyes. What do you see?" He was a young man, with white hair like the purest snow, lips redder than blood, and a face crafted by perfection itself.
Yet those eyes—they couldn't be called so. They were instead unending black holes of...
"I see death, madness, pain, and..." Zeras replied to him as the dark rotating abyss in the man's eyes sped up even more.