This was the first time he had laid eyes on one in earnest. The man wore the garb of a Grecian male. But he looked more like he was about to walk into a Senate for a meeting in Rome than he looked like he was about to step into a battlefield.
His skin was as black as night, his eyes as starry as a burning blue sun reflected across its blackness. When he walked, it felt like the world itself bent toward him, Runes shifting not with the flow of Formless Creation, but instead elevating, rising, and forming a ceiling no others could break past⦠Heaven Creation.
He wore sandals, had not a single weapon on him, and strode forward with a head of hair so white it reflected every point of light that touched it until it looked like it gave off its own radiance.
Across his head a crown of thorns laced with olive branch lay. But rather than prickling at his skin and drawing blood, they simply existed as though to say that even such a thing could not touch him at all.
His gaze swept through the region and then his eyes landed on Sylas. A bright, handsome smile spread across his face.
"Well, well, well."
Whether it was The Prince or the Thryskai, both of them instantly became wary, standing up straighter. The Prince's eyes began to dart between the Zeus Clan member and his sister as though he was trying to figure out how best to protect her.
"A descendant managed to make it here. I did not expect something like this."
The Prince and the Thryskai both felt their hearts skip a beat. Was Sylas a descendant of the Zeus Clan? But why did he say it like that?
The Zeus Clan member was just as young as any one of them, and even seemed to be in the D-tier just like they were. Well, the Thryskai was in the C-tier, but she wasn't foolish enough to pretend as though it made a large difference at this point.
Not with the caliber of enemy they were facing here.
"But you are not of my Zeus Clan. Fathomless? How unfortunate. It would have been nice to make a friend. My name is Kairos. Might I ask yours?"
Sylas stared at the man for a long while. Despite the heavy silence, he didn't seem to have any intention of growing awkward. He simply continued smiling and continued staring.
"Sylas Grimblade."
The name carried no weight, no heaviness. It sank into infinity and was left unrecognizable by those around him, but Kairos' smile deepened.
"Is that so. Sylas Grimblade, it is nice to meet you. I assume that we will be enemies, then."
"We are."
Kairos laughed, the striations revealed in his chest writhing with power as he did so, a glistening oil that seemed to coat his skin accentuating every peak and valley.
"Unfortunate, unfortunate. There was an infinitely small chance that someone like yourself would appear on Earth, and even more infinitesimally small than that that you would manage to make it here.
"But I guess that is what happens when you play with the laws of the universe too much. I look forward to seeing if you are my match. But from what I can seeβ." Kairos' gaze became steely, sparks of golden lightning dancing across him. The balcony he stood upon shook, cracks appearing across its surface. "βYou are not."
"There does not exist a soul that I am not superior to."


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