The neatly cropped wet short hair stuck to his head, he wore a black tight-fitting top and army green pants, the muscles on his body full and pronounced, but not disproportionately bulging like those of an ill-looked bodybuilder.
Every inch of his skin was taut, as if he were a statue carved meticulously by a master, showcasing the ultimate beauty of the human form.
The profile of his face was as sharp as if chiseled, with clearly defined features that weren't overly aggressive, except that his eyes, when he frowned, were as intense as cold stars, frighteningly piercing.
At that moment, he maintained a pose that would make Newton leap from his grave, his gaze fixed on the profound depths of the ocean, a long while passed, and Kael closed his eyes, concealing the sharpness of his malice, standing straight, as immovable as a mountain.
A normal human would have already tumbled and fallen, head bleeding, but Kael on the rocks was as steady as his disposition promised.
