The unfamiliar voice rang out again, this time more clearly. There was a hint of exhaustion in it, the breathing slightly ragged.
"My soul was almost eroded by your curse… damn it."
From within the remaining mist, the figure slowly emerged, not far from the skull-masked man. Its form flickered like a shadow, as if it didn't fully exist in the real world. It had no face—only two glowing silver eyes shining sharply in the darkness.
Lein narrowed his eyes, curiosity rising. "Who is that?" he asked Luxandor without taking his gaze away.
Luxador didn't answer right away. His expression tensed, eyes cautiously watching the figure before him. "He is Valerian, the ancestor of the Tenebrae Sect," Luxador finally spoke, his voice heavy. "If you ever face him, avoid all shadows. He has reached a level of understanding in the laws of darkness that allows him to seal opponents merely by manipulating the shadows and darkness around him."
