Chapter 13 A Stronger Art

• Somewhere in a forest where the rhythmic chirping of birds along with the rustling of the leaves of trees caused by the pure fresh breeze which together could put just anyone in a trance, a figure was seated cross-legged while staring into the skies.
• He had straight short black hair and golden eyes devoid of any emotions, seemingly entranced.
• He had a body that seemed to be slightly malnourished, not good but not that bad either.