Chapter 2375 The Last King Of Passion:>Ep7
- But he was huge, towering over the templar soldiers tugging him onto the deck by his chains. The man wasn't obese however, in fact Ashala didn't see an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. And she was able to check quite thoroughly since he was dressed only in the tattered remnants of a loincloth. Ashala could see nearly every inch of his tanned bronze skin, much of it covered in coarse dark hair, his chest and arms especially. Muscles bulged on his entire massive frame.
- Fear coursed through Ashala, though it wasn't from the man's obviously immense strength or his large size. His wild beard and hard face weren't the main source of her concerns either. Instead Ashala felt a surge of worry from the fierce and crazed look in his eyes. The wild energy was obvious even though he squinted as if the sunlight was blinding him, despite the sun already being halfway set on the western horizon. What frightened Ashala the most was the malignant white shape on the skin at his side. Ashala wondered what in all creation her mistress wanted with this obviously cursed man.
- The dreadful wyrm on his skin glowed with magic. Ashala was not superstitious, but even she knew that such a sigil was an ill omen. Behind her she heard sailors curse and spit, and there were worried calls for the captain and his officers. The tension on the galley rose sharply as the Union sailors pushed the large man across the gangplank linking the two ships.