DCXXXV. The Winter Flower
"Um? And who is that?" Bloodfang mumbled, growling in that direction and attracting the attention of Kranus, who was talking to him a few seconds earlier.
The eyes of Freydis, Reidar and the two leaders of Krypstorm's major Clans remained focused on that ambiguous figure, who seemed to have come out of nowhere.
The hooded man stood still in the middle of the street, but when he made sure all four of them were looking at him, regardless of all the other people on the streets of Klorr, he took off his hood, revealing his true appearance.
Long, silky smooth, night-black hair fell in gravity downwards, touching the final part of his back, and his white face rose under the yellow light of torches attached to the walls of the city's palaces.
His skin was whitest than that of a dead body. However, the distinctive traits that made him easily distinguishable were his penetrating and glassy purple eyes, wide open toward the four warriors in front of him.