The Ebon Order

Inside an unknown cave, there was a dim light cast from a campfire that was lit by someone who had spent days inside it. 

Beside the crackling campfire, a figure lay, his muscular form illuminated by the dancing flames. His bare skin glowed in the warm glow, revealing muscles honed and sculpted through countless hours of rigorous training. Each sinew and contour spoke of his unwavering commitment to physical excellence, a testament to the hard work and perseverance that had brought him to this point. As the fire flickered, casting shadows upon his chiseled physique, it was impossible to ignore the sheer power and strength emanating from his muscular frame.

Beside the crackling campfire, the tantalizing aroma of cooking meat filled the air. The white-haired man's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he leaned forward, his muscles flexing, reaching out to pick up a perfectly grilled piece. The meat glistened with savory juices, its mouthwatering scent enveloping him.